A maddeningly shrill female voice prompted the marchers with the same terrible chant (it’s gone global, now, and become as ubiquitous as Taylor Swift, although the glam factor is more shabby chic). What struck me as I watched was how obedient the mob was. If the caller changed her inflection, so did the crowd. If she emphasized a different word or a distinct syllable, the crowd obeyed without missing a step, or a beat.
Without a thought.
“From the river, to the sea! Mommy, Daddy, look at me! I’m being an automaton, a useful tool. Gonna get those Jews out of Israel and into … into … hey, where are we going to get those Jews into, anyway?”
“Oblivion, silly! Ghazi Hamad, the Hamas spokesman, said they’ll repeat the October 7 attack again and again until Israel is annihilated!”
[I love it when my friend Elizabeth gets cheeky, and this is High Cheek indeed. Perhaps mockery will be as powerful a weapon against this cheerleading for evil as outrage, or even more powerful. — Ed]
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