Old and sick and dripping urine, with a pacemaker and no prostate, Binyamin Netanyahu is doing what the plot against Yitzhak Rabin wickedly did: burying what remains undisturbed, and on the pile of bones that he gnaws with his eunuchs, also lays the loose watchdog of democracy, the press, or what is left of it on the scorched land of Israel.
The deer of Israel is on your deathbed, how heroes have fallen and fallen and are still falling under the rule of a single, suffering one who does not see with the eyes. “He is great, he is great, he is great” in the seventh kingdom they marvel at the rogue who destroyed everything and came out of the ruins as good as new, beating on the chests of others and tying himself with crowns that are not his.