October 7th, 2023 marked the Hamas abomination—the day they launched their grotesque orgy of slaughter, rape, and mutilation against Israeli civilians. And by October 19th, 2024—one year and twelve days later—this same decaying windbag Opher, instead of honoring the dead, instead of mourning the slaughtered Jews or demanding justice for the raped and butchered, accuses Israel of genocide. Again.

Twelve days past the anniversary of that modern pogrom, and Opher turns his firehose of moral excrement not on Hamas, but on the survivors. On the wounded. On the nation that still buries its children and still picks flesh from its scorched kibbutzim walls.

He invokes “Genocide!!” like a child screaming “Fire!” in a crowded theater—except the fire already happened. The murderers lit it, danced in it, filmed it. And instead of denouncing those devils, Opher unzips his keyboard and pisses accusations of “Fascism,” “Revenge,” “Hate” on the victims.

He drags South Africa into his theater of projection—a grotesque defilement of its historical suffering. He rips the term “apartheid” from its bloody context and flings it at a Jewish state that air-drops warnings before it strikes, treats enemy wounded in its hospitals, and offers ceasefires that terrorists violate with every breath.

And here’s the truth that burns through Opher’s performance like acid through parchment: there is no honest reckoning with October 7th that ends with Israel as the villain. Only liars, voyeurs, and failed empires frothing for relevance invert the story so grotesquely. Only those who fetishize Palestinian suffering—who need it to accuse Jews—can ignore who started this war.

One year and twelve days. That’s how long it took Opher to make the memory of charred Israeli bodies a footnote in his screed. He never mourned the raped, the beheaded, the abducted. Because their pain doesn’t serve his purpose. Their screams weren’t loud enough to drown out his sermon.

And that’s the bitter core of it: Opher doesn’t hate genocide. He hates Jewish self-defense. He proves it every time he writes.

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The October 7, 2024 screed against Trump and his supporters—vomited forth with the same nasal sneer and bile-stained keyboard as his Gaza tirade—reveals the hollowed-out soul of a man who wraps himself in moral outrage but bleeds rank hypocrisy. He farts contempt with no self-awareness, slapping “White Supremacists,” “MAGA,” and “Evangelicals” into the same sentence as “militant jihadis,” like a drunk flailing through a thesaurus of slurs, desperate to feel superior.

Notice the date: October 7, 2024. One year to the day after Hamas raped, burned, and butchered Jews in their homes, livestreaming genocide for applause. The worst anti-Jewish pogrom since the Holocaust—and what does this windbag choose to rant about? Not the anniversary. Not the screams from Sderot. Not the baby corpses from Kibbutz Be’eri. No. He puffs himself up to wail about Trump.

Trump, not Hamas.

MAGA hats, not Hamas tunnels.

Evangelicals praying for Israel, not jihadis parading dead Jewish women in Gaza.

He exposes himself completely—like a philosophical flasher—projecting his paranoia onto anyone outside his echo chamber. He smears millions of citizens with the same brush as terrorists. He cannot differentiate between voting and murder, between shouting at a rally and firing rockets at a kindergarten.

He moans about freedom—then mocks the “ignorant, stupid and uneducated” for using theirs. He howls about being silenced while spewing his tantrum to the world without a hint of irony. He insists that others restrict his liberty, while drooling with rage that he must share a country, a platform, a planet with people who dare to disagree.

But here’s the festering truth: this man doesn’t oppose oppression. He just wants the boot on the other foot—his foot. He doesn’t want dialogue. He wants dominion. He doesn’t defend reason. He weaponizes condescension.

So when the bones of Jewish families still smolder, when survivors still smell ash in their sleep, he skips their suffering and slanders a former U.S. President, because he can’t process a world that doesn’t orbit his rancid morality play.

His writing reveals nothing noble. No conscience. No insight. Only bile. Only fear. Only the shriveled hiss of a man so addicted to hating the “wrong people,” he can’t even pause to remember the massacre of innocents.

That is moral collapse. That is spiritual rot.

And history will remember who screamed at the wrong enemy—while real evil marched, laughed, and murdered.

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What a spiritually rotten psalm of moral flatulence—belched from the gut of a bloated British relic, drunk on his own stench of superiority. He mistakes slander for sanctity, vomit for virtue, and screeches not a plea for justice, but a festering tantrum cloaked in fake compassion. He doesn’t debate—he strips nuance, history, and horror to bark hollow accusations from his perch of soggy righteousness. He doesn’t argue—he flays Netanyahu with foam-flecked frenzy, like a pub philosopher slamming pints while preaching to ghosts.

What gives this liver-spotted gasbag the gall to preach over Israel’s Prime Minister, like some self-anointed Archangel of Judgment? Nothing—except the spoiled milk of a long-dead empire curdling in his veins. He clings to the fantasy that British indignation still anchors the moral universe.

He shrieks “bomb site” and points to Gaza, yet never digs up the putrid roots: UNRWA—chief enabler of generational refugeehood, suckling hatred with Western coin while schools poison minds with maps that erase Israel. He never asks why a humanitarian system fuels hate instead of healing. He never sheds a tear for the billions Hamas swallows to build terror tunnels beneath homes, hospitals, and UN compounds. He never mentions how UNRWA joined the Oct 7th orgy of slaughter—raping, butchering, burning Jews alive, all captured on GoPro like trophies.

Silence.

His pen recoils from truth. He never dares write that Hamas hides behind infants, turns civilians into meat shields, or dances on peace’s corpse for martyrdom’s thrill. He never admits the grotesque “disproportion” comes from Hamas loading ambulances with death, or UNIFIL letting Hezbollah dig war tunnels in plain view—voyeurs watching through the glass, calling it neutrality.

He compares Israel to Putin—mockery. Israel evacuates, warns, leaflets, and calls, even while terrorists butcher their children. He wails over starvation while swallowing the truth: Hamas hoards aid, hijacks food, steals fuel, sells medicine, and burrows deeper into Gaza’s grave.

And he masturbates this sermon in public—exposing his soul like a trench-coated degenerate flashing children. Not for truth. For attention.

He doesn’t burn with righteous fury. He festers with diseased vanity, wearing humanitarianism like a corpse-skin mask. His “genocide” cry doesn’t challenge injustice—it vomits a modern blood libel, a medieval hatred sprayed in digital ink and perfumed with progressive flair. He doesn’t resist suffering—he fetishizes it, as long as it damns Jews.

So swallow this in one bitter, blazing mouthful: your words reek like wormwood, your outrage curdles with fraud, and your obsession with Israel doesn’t reflect care—it oozes rot dressed as moral concern.

You guide no soul. You leer like a spiritual pervert.

And the world sees you now.

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To the Cowards in Pretoria: A Rebuke for the Ages

You, government of South Africa, dare to accuse Israel of genocide? You, who preside over a crumbling shell of a nation, drowned in corruption, crippled by lawlessness, and soaked in the acid of hypocrisy, presume to pass moral judgment on the Jewish state defending itself from an unprovoked, satanic pogrom?

Shame on you.

October 7th, 2023 — when Jewish civilians were raped, burned alive, tortured, decapitated, shot in their beds, and abducted — was not a military operation. It was not “resistance.” It was a blood-soaked reenactment of the darkest nightmares of our history. A genocidal orgy of sadism, filmed and celebrated by the perpetrators. And you called it justified.

You rushed to The Hague with crocodile tears and a briefcase full of lies. You perverted the very word “genocide” — a term forged in the fire of the Holocaust — and aimed it at its survivors’ descendants. You accused Jews of the crime committed against us.

You call this justice? It reeks of betrayal.

Your invocation of “human rights” is not merely hollow. It is weaponized cowardice. The same South Africa whose government sings “Kill the Boer,” whose power grid collapses like a failed state, whose cities rot under the weight of gangsterism and economic decay — now appoints itself the judge of the Middle East?

You parade on the world stage with moral pretensions while:

Your country’s rape statistics rank among the highest on earth.

Your hospitals collapse while your ministers embezzle public funds.

Your police force disappears while violent crime explodes.

Your universities burn Israeli flags while Hamas uses hospitals and babies as shields.

You want to talk about apartheid? You wouldn’t know apartheid if it stared you down with a rocket launcher from a UN school in Gaza. In Israel, Arabs vote, serve in Parliament, work in hospitals, on the Supreme Court. In Gaza? Jews are lynched if they set foot there.

Your claim to moral clarity is not just thin. It is fetid.

You distort law. You insult memory. You betray the legacy of Mandela — who sought reconciliation, not international lynch mobs. The very black Jews of Ethiopia, the Yemeni Jews of Aden, the Mizrahi Jews of Iraq, the Persian Jews of Iran — they were rescued and embraced by Israel. Meanwhile, you uplift Hamas, a death cult that tortures women, executes collaborators, and starves its own people while building tunnels to kill Jews.

You are not anti-colonial. You are not pro-human rights.

You are moral parasites, feeding off the corpse of UN legitimacy.

You did not bring a case to the ICJ. You spat in the face of truth.

And all to distract from your own rot.

While you point your trembling finger at Israel, your nation hemorrhages dignity and competence. You know what Hamas is. You know what Israel faces. But you bury truth beneath ideological rubble because it is easier than looking inward.

Your accusation will fail.

Your theater will fade.

But the memory of your betrayal will not.

The Jewish people, who stood with you in the struggle against apartheid, now stand aghast as you turn their graves into props for your lies.

The blood of October 7 still cries out from the ground — not for revenge, but for truth.

And you have muzzled it.

You have twisted it.

You have desecrated it.

History will remember.

And Israel will endure.

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