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The Soul Of Iran
Witness the determined teenagers of Iran. They are their own Calamity Janes and Annie Oakleys, paving the way for the rights they never had, blazing their own fires. They are prepared to die to see a different world, not the one they are trapped in. They are resisting a dictatorship. With every second of your life, they are risking theirs for the only thing that matters: freedom. _Azadi!_ Life has never been safe for these young women, and men. As a result, risk is calculated differently. They don’t know what safety is. To see the young women in this video disregard the need to ask permission for how they dress, how they speak, how they move makes you understand just how extensively Western youth not only take their liberties for granted, but spit in the face of true rebellion, protest and revolution. No it’s not Kneecap. It’s a rapper called 021G and a dance group called BUGZ. _**“ At the end of the day if we die, we die free.”**_ Can you even imagine the cowardice of their oppressors? They are so weak that they are afraid of the sight of a young woman’s hair. On the subject of the women of Iran, my dear Iranian friend Yashar Ali made a post on his Instagram last night that he has permitted me to quote: > “The women of Iran carry their nation on their backs. For decades, they have been subjected to repression, violence, and an overwhelming system of gender apartheid. And they managed, through all of that, to hold their families and communities together. All of these accomplishments are by Iranian women living in Iran – not in the diaspora. Iranian women have become a majority of university students and a dominant presence across many STEM fields, including medicine, science and engineering. > > They have published extensively in medical research journals, engineering journals, and applied sciences journals – not just in Iran, but around the world. The women of Iran now make up roughly half or more of physicians, specialists, and medical researchers in Iran. Iranian women directors, editors, cinematographers, and producers have won major international awards. > > Iranian women have competed at high levels and won awards and trophies in taekwondo, climbing, shooting, chess and archery. Iranian women mountaineers, climbers and endurance athletes have quietly broken records with little state support. Iranian women lawyers, journalists, and activists documented executions, defended political prisoners, and exposed abuses of minors and women. For this, they have been disbarred, tortured, imprisoned and executed. > > Since 1979, the women of Iran have led protests, defined protest symbols, and reframed political language. Iranian women have outperformed men educationally, sustained families economically, led culturally and morally, innovated scientifically, and resisted politically – all while living under one of the world’s most legally restrictive gender systems. > > LONG LIVE THE GREAT WOMEN OF IRAN.” The women of Iran have not just battled systemic oppression in a manner Western women couldn’t believe, they’re also absolute gangsters. I feel sorry for the women of the West who aren’t inherently called to share their brave acts of defiance and call for the fall of their tyrannical regime in this moment. Where is Greta Thunberg? Where are the suited and booted female power lawyers of the UN? Where is Lena Dunham or Jennifer Lawrence? Maybe they are also afraid of their hair? It is more than envy, although that factors. They are dying to be oppressed-ish (not _this_ oppressed, or equally willing to actually die). They pity themselves and demand to be handed out gold stars for wasting their years taking performative selfies on social media, while the closing walls of the lives of the women of Tehran urged these sisters to make something of every second, because tomorrow is not promised for them - at all. The women of the West fear the women of the Middle East. For these are women who know the enemy they are fighting, and what they are fighting for. These are women who don’t demand allyship or attention to break out of the cages they were born into. They instead take a sledgehammer to the bars that contain them, because they don’t have time to waste. They have had to fortify themselves against the kind of patriarchy that thumb-twiddling Western feminists believe they are somehow equivalently subjected to. Why - you may ask - do I stand with the people of Iran, against the legacy media’s failings? Well it's the right thing to do. Also, I have met along the road of life countless Iranian people who have been the smartest, most committed, beautiful and talented spirits. Their Farsi sounds like poetry. Their _gorme_ _sabzi_ is a meal for kings and queens. They love art and food, family and intellect. They are just the best kind of people. The uprising swells my heart as though it were a fight for Israel’s own survival. The truth is our fates are tied to each other. The Iranians and the Jews are blood brothers and sisters. After October 7, the Jews had few allies who saw us in all our humanity. Our Iranian family never doubted our reality. The people of Iran stood with us when the leftists of the West screamed Free Palestine in our faces, at the expense of their own safety. Some were physically attacked. In the UK, one brave lion was jailed for it. And yet they continued. They were fearless. They too were stabbed in the back by the same performative progressives who once screamed “Women! Life! Freedom!” alongside them, until they realized that the people of Iran don’t want socialism, and don’t want Israel to be blown up by Jihadists. Now these leftists side with their most brutal oppressors. Scum. > _“ Today like every other day, we wake up empty > and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. > Let the beauty we love be what we do. > There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” - Rumi_ Even in my own _ashkenazi_ home, symbols of Persian and Iranian culture peak out from their places. So opulent and romantic. My book shelves are filled with Rumi, Hafiz and Omar Khayyam, some copies I have in Farsi (alas I cannot read it but I love how the letters dance on the page). I have spent many an evening at a Persian feast, eating dishes that announce themselves with so much color. And the art and design? Don't get me started. If you have ever been inspired by any of it, you owe it to stand up and be heard for the people of Iran in their hour of need. The friendship between the Jews and the Iranians stems thousands of years, and was established millennia before the Ayatollahs. I believe that nothing in life happens by accident. This time last year, I came across an extraordinary treasure. This treasure speaks to the eternal kinship between Persia and Judea. I accidentally found out through an antiquarian bookseller in Tel Aviv (Halper’s books) that a famous Farsi poetry collection - the Rubaiyat by 12th century scientist and skeptic Omar Khayyam – was translated into Hebrew. At first I thought nothing of it, but then I did some digging. The Hebrew translation was a project first undergone by one of the leading 20th century Zionist pioneers - poet Naftali Herz Imber. He was born in Galicia and moved to “Palestine” in the 1880s. He was known as ‘the first Hebrew beatnik’. He would later be known for writing a poem called _Hatikvah_ (The Hope), but he died of alcohol poisoning long before the State of Israel was established and his poem became the national anthem of the Jewish state. So Imber was fundamental to the resurrection of modern Hebrew among the initial waves of Zionist immigrants, and he received a grant to translate great literary works into Hebrew to help people learn how to read and write the language. The Jews who repatriated Israel didn’t merely desire that our nation be rich with our own culture, but with all the greatest culture every civilization ever had to offer. > _“ If you wish to know the spirit and purpose of my Hebrew poems, I’ll tell you. For two thousands years Hebrew poetry has been nothing but lamentations. There’ve been no love songs, no wine songs, no songs of joy – nothing pagan. There’s been no poets, only critics in rhyme. Now what I did in my Hebrew verses was to do away with lamentations. My theme, indeed, is Zion. I’m an individualist. It’s the only ‘ism’ I believe in, and I want my nation to be individual, too. I want them to be joyously themselves, and so I’m a Zionist.” > - Naftali Herz Imber_ Quite the opposite of Mamdani and his Islamist payola’s collectivism, wouldn’t you say? Anyway, I wound up bidding for a first pressing of Imber’s translation. I held it in my hands and then gifted this treasure to a person I truly love, without whom I may not have ever learned to appreciate the wisdom of the wordsmiths of Iran. The thought of that book gave me shivers a year ago, but now it stirs something in my soul. I hope its keeper is aware of the warrior-like goodness at work in the place it originates from, and that its historical significance is understood in this awe-inspiring moment. Today there are many evil forces at large determined to keep the fight of Iran in the blackout that the regime has - since last night – subjected the nation to. There are also evil forces at large determined to continue banishing us - the allied voices of truth – from the communities we built in the West, by any means necessary. But I’ll tell you this with certainty. The influence of the left won’t last. For a start, their only oxygen is libel. And there is no heart in a lie. There is only cold cruelty. In Iran’s enforced darkness, we must be a light. Witnesses say that last night approximately 50 protesters were shot and murdered with machine guns in the city of Fardis. Yet they continue to pour into the streets. Theirs is a revolution that could smash the devilish triangle of Iran, Russia and China. It has the power to change the map of the world. Please think of our brave warrior friends out in the streets there as you light your Shabbat candles and pray as usual for peace. If you’re not Jewish, perhaps blast the voice of Farrokh Bulsara – aka Freddie Mercury: _God knows I want to break free!_ If the women of Iran have anything to do with it, we’ll soon be saying Kaddish for Khameini. Subscribe now _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year_
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January 10, 2026 at 8:12 PM
The Edge of Glory?
Iran inches closer
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January 9, 2026 at 8:07 PM
My Iranian Friends
This is a photo of a young woman in the Iranian city of Abdanan; the first city to be taken back by the people of Iran. She is taking a selfie with a surveillance camera; the tools that have been used to repress the civilians of Iran by the Ayatollahs since 1979. The videos of Abdanan were circulating on social media last night. They are thrilling. Once again, there is not a word to be seen about this on legacy media sites or news channels. I perused the BBC News website hours after these videos circulated. For decades we have rightfully criticized the BBC for anti-Israel bias. Yet, what you can identify clearly now is universal bias, against America, against Britain, and against the West at large. Not one of their stories is told through an objective journalistic lens. You will not see a public news service, but a blog written by agenda-fueled activists. Iran’s uprising is a story to be buried, given all it serves to do it expose the hijacking of the West by the same tyrannical powers that overthrew the Shah in the Iranian revolution of 1979. I was surprised to see British academic Simon Schama bleating online the last few days about the cutbacks to PBS and NPR in the United States by the Trump Administration - or the “regime”, as he calls it. “This regime hates culture,” he tweeted. PBS and NPR are committing the same fraud as the BBC has engaged in for decades; cultivating programing to promote the real regime (socialism), disguised as "culture". They’ve been contributing to the undoing of America, as too the BBC has been the midwife to the fall of Britain. Speaking of “culture”, if you want to understand how the “cultural” leftists are the Islamists’ biggest allies in destroying freedom from within, just look at the beacon of culture that Iran was before 1979. “Culture” was the first to be betrayed by the usurping Marxist-Islamist regime. My dear friend Ryan Saghian is a first generation American Iranian, and one of the top recognized interior designers in the US. He’s been sharing his inspirations from Iran in the last few days, soaring with pride for his brothers and sisters in the uprising: Interesting what can happen to a vibrant cosmopolitan society with the insurgence of the wrong kind of politics, eh? Speaking of, there are no political protests of solidarity for the lions of Iran in the streets of New York or LA. There are, however, leftist morons clashing with anti-Maduro Venezuelans telling them that the brutal dictatorship that took everything from them is a great thing, actually. Oh and Mamdani exposing more of his stupidity by the hour. You see, the American left is not on the side of real revolutionaries. Meanwhile in the actually progressive New York City of the Middle East: When the Islamic Regime in Iran falls, not only will Iranians be free but so too may the West have a moment of reckoning. The West will be challenged to free itself of the woke mind virus when suddenly millions of Iranians will have the freedom to speak the truth to the world about what the last five decades did to their once spectacular society. The first thing they will tell the West is that the Free Palestine movement is the handmaiden of oppression in your own soon to be former democracies. They will also reveal that there is no such thing as “international law” because it never applied to them, and laws that are selective are not laws. They are political weapons. Yesterday, Crown Prince Reza Pahlavi wrote in the Washington Post, offering himself to Trump as a steward of a national transition to democracy in a new Iran: > “As 2026 begins, Iran is on the verge of a profound transformation. Across our country — from Tehran’s Grand Bazaar to cities, towns and villages far from the capital — Iranians are risking their lives to reclaim their future. Their message is unmistakable: The Islamic Republic has exhausted its legitimacy, and after almost 47 years, the country wants to be free. > > The courage of these men and women deserves more than sympathy. It demands clarity, preparation and responsible leadership — inside Iran and among those who influence global affairs. Because Iran’s liberation will mean much more than a restoration of dignity to Iranians. It will bring a global peace dividend of almost unimaginable proportions. > > That’s why I welcome President Donald Trump’s clear and firm support for the Iranian people. His message that the United States stands with those who seek freedom rather than with a regime that exports terror and instability has resonated deeply inside Iran. For protesters facing prison, torture, or death, knowing they are not alone matters. For the regime, it is a reminder that intimidation no longer guarantees survival. We saw proof of that in Venezuela.” In the last year, Iran has lost Syria’s Assad regime, Hezbollah in Lebanon, and a strong Hamas in Gaza. Now they have lost their overseas hub in Venezuela. And Israel has made a very clever move by recognizing Somaliland in the Red Sea, providing a watchful sane eye over Yemen. Not much is left for Iran. Electricity and water is running out. The taps will soon be dry. Their currency has lost 60% of its value. In tandem, the Western left - the regime’s foreign agents - are digging themselves further underground where hopefully nobody will pay attention to them ever again. Iranians are presently chasing Islam out of Iran because it has brutalized them for 40+ years. If they succeed they will never entertain "leftism" again. It was never their choice to begin with. The same leftists who scream about “genocide” today spouted blood libels against the Shah in 1979. These included the communists in Paris, and former Supreme Leader Khomeini. They spun lies, forged statistics, set fire to a cinema in 1978 with civilians inside it, and framed the Shah. It’s the playbook. Jimmy Carter’s appeasing America betrayed the Shah and the country fell into the hands of leftists and Islamists. The Islamists murdered the atheist leftists shortly after. Today these foolish leftists parrot their ancestors to a tee, invoking "international law" to Israel and America, but not to the murderous regimes of Iran and its proxies, like they're playing a game of Catan. "Sharia law" is, in fact, Arabic for international law. Meanwhile, the asleep-at-the-wheel United Nations seems to be relaunching itself as the United Regimes. Over nine days, the Islamic Regime has targeted protesters in 92 cities killing 34, injuring hundreds and arresting over 2,000. The United Nations Human Rights Council have said zilch. You may ask why the Democrats have yet to make any sort of statement about Iran. Well they were busy having a candelit vigil for the “fifth anniversary of January 6”. Iran is not my story to tell. My Iranian friends, the circle of which is growing rapidly by the hour, are the narrators of their story. With that said, I welcome Arian Soroush, Iranian-born US attorny and writer, who sent me his work this morning. It is note perfect. With his permission, I am re-publishing it. “The Left’s Betrayal” is below for you to read. Iranian friends, we will not be silent like our neighbors. They stabbed you in the back 47 years ago, long before they did the same to us. We are with you. _To support Blacklisted please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now * * * _The Left ’s Betrayal, by Arian Soroush._ I write with great emotion. Once again, as happens every few years, my brave compatriots in Iran are risking their lives. They are protesting one of the most oppressive imperialist regimes of modern history. And once again, as with every other time, the Western left is nowhere to be found. I refer to the same group who, on October 7, 2023—and in the days that followed, before any Israeli response—jubilated at the “resistance” of so-called “freedom fighters.” Islamist terrorists, by any honest definition. They championed a group that has done nothing, anywhere, at any point in history, to demonstrate a serious commitment to self-determination that leads to freedom, dignity, or prosperity. Instead, as is the Islamist playbook, they seek to dominate at home, terrorize abroad, and rely on Western leftist allies to launder their violence into moral abstraction. Meanwhile, the peaceful and freedom-loving people of Iran—actual freedom fighters, with actual intent to live normal, prosperous lives—receive no such sympathy. No campus chants. No viral outrage. No moral urgency. Instead, we are left largely with the backing of the maligned right. (For which, by the way, we are grateful—whatever their motives.) This is no new phenomenon—it is a pattern. One that predates the Islamic Republic itself. I do not approach this as an abstract political issue; I spent my childhood summers in Iran, saw the system firsthand, and this injustice has remained the most defining and animating political issue of my life. Let me recap real quick. The 1979 revolution did not begin as a purely Islamist uprising. It was a coalition: Islamists, the Communist Tudeh party, Islamist-Marxist groups, and other leftist factions, united primarily by shared hostility toward the Shah and toward the West. These alliances were not accidental. Islamists and leftists have long found convenience in each other, particularly in their shared anti-Western instincts. And what happened once the Shah fell? Every one of those leftist allies was systematically eliminated—executed or exiled. Once the Islamists consolidated power, the leftists’ temporary usefulness expired, and the fundamental incompatibility between Islamism and leftist ideology was resolved the only way Islamism knows how to resolve such tensions: through eradication. Fast-forward to 2009. Millions of Iranians poured into the streets to protest a blatantly rigged election, demanding something modest by any global standard: less theocracy, more accountability. They were met not with reform, but with violence—beatings, live fire, mass arrests, and killings carried out by the regime’s security forces. What did President Obama do? He stayed silent. Years later, he would acknowledge that this was a mistake. But at the time, silence was policy. After all, the Democrats were long determined to strike a nuclear deal at nearly any cost—granting the regime international legitimacy and billions in sanctions relief, even as it continued to brutalize its own population and export violence across the region. Despite that betrayal, Iranians did not stop. Protests continued, intermittently but persistently, over the next decade. Each wave was met with repression. Each time, the world largely looked away. Then came 2022. The Woman, Life, Freedom uprising—sparked by the death of Mahsa Amini, whose crime was exposing too much hair. A young woman beaten to death for a strand of hair. One might imagine this would ignite the global left, so quick to claim feminism and human rights as its moral domain. It did not. Instead, we heard silence. Or worse, hesitation. Warnings about “cultural relativism.” Concern about criticizing the laws of a foreign country. As though the threat of death for women expressing themselves were a delicate anthropological question rather than a moral emergency. And what did the Biden administration do? By easing pressure on the regime during his presidency, the administration helped ensure the regime had the financial oxygen it needed to survive the moment. Of course, lip service was paid to the protestors—but structurally, the approach did not change. No meaningful escalation. No support commensurate with the scale of courage on the streets. Just continued adherence to the stale policy of making a deal. No regime change for you, silly Iranians—don’t you know that diplomacy is the way of the thoughtful, regardless of how many bodies pile up? This reflexive instinct to oppose whatever one’s political opponent favors—from Iran to Venezuela—is not incidental. It is central to the left’s failure of moral clarity. Obama wanted a deal, so the left wanted a deal. Republicans talk about regime change, so the left rejects it outright, as though the source of an idea alone determines its morality. And so, principle is replaced with posture. Freedom and human rights relegated in favor of party lines. Critically, the left has betrayed not just Iranians—but also its own professed values. And the hypocrisy is infuriating. The same people who speak endlessly about human rights fall silent when those rights are violated by Islamists. The same voices that posture as feminists will not speak plainly about a system that reduces women to legal minors, punishes joy, criminalizes dissent, and elevates death over life. The same activists who claim to oppose imperialism make endless excuses for a religious imperialism that has devastated Iran, Afghanistan, Syria, Lebanon—and every once-rich society it has touched. Islamism is treated as a protected category, not because it is misunderstood, but because condemning it would fracture the left’s preferred moral narrative. And this brings us to October 7. The same people who could not find their voices for Iranian women suddenly found them in celebration. Celebration of mass murder. Celebration of rape, kidnapping, and slaughter—so long as it could be reframed as “resistance.” The same people who warned against judgment when women were beaten to death for their hair had no trouble justifying atrocities when the victims were Israelis. And if the Western left believes it will be spared, it should study history more carefully. Islamism has no permanent allies—only temporary ones. In Iran, leftists marched alongside Islamists, rationalized them, enabled them, and dismissed early warnings. Once power was secured, those same leftists were eliminated. Movements that elevate absolutism do not coexist with dissent for long. They consume it. And the Islamist threat grows. Look at Australia. In the wake of October 7, it had no qualms about rewarding Islamist violence with symbolic recognition of a Palestinian state. The message was clear: launch the most savage, barbaric attack in modern history, wait for the inevitable response of warfare that you intended (and that you designed to maximize your own civilian casualties), and we’ll back you. No such recognition—symbolic or otherwise—was ever extended to actual freedom fighters in Iran. And months later, Australia got Bondi: the Hanukkah beach celebration turned massacre by gunfire. This is what moral cowardice buys you. You appease, you validate, you look away—and then you act shocked when the violence doesn’t politely stay “over there.” And I assure you, it’s not just the Jews they’re after. Islamist ideology is explicitly supremacist: rooted in actual doctrine, it demands domination—not coexistence—over those who do not submit. That is not paranoia. It is their own stated worldview. Jihad is only its most explicit weapon. Migration pressure, propaganda networks (including what you’re fed on social media), institutional capture, and intimidation are its quieter tools. When you stay silent about this—or worse, enable it—you do not get peace. You get more violence. More intimidation. More attacks. And when those attacks happen, the same voices that cry endlessly about “genocide” offer only brief, embarrassed murmurs. So, while I’m mad about Iran, I’m also deeply worried for the direction of Western society more broadly. I’m no alarmist. I try to look rationally at history and patterns. And my empirical conclusion, put simply, is that we are deeply, profoundly fucked. To conclude, I say to those who need to hear it: Wake the fuck up. Get on the right side of history before it’s too late. Thank you for reading.
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January 7, 2026 at 8:00 PM
East to West
The dangerous things I think out loud
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January 2, 2026 at 7:59 PM
Fin
The dangerous things I think out loud
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January 1, 2026 at 8:00 PM
Romi Gonen: Hour-long special
Released Israeli hostage Romi Gonen’s interview with Channel 12 in Israel was an hour special tiled “With Extraordinary Courage”. Today the full episode is now available with English subtitles, although crucial snippets have been circulating on social media for four days. The Hebrew episode was aired initially on Christmas Day. Thus far, Gonen’s incendiary and heartbreaking story has not been picked up by the BBC, or Sky News, or New York Times, nor Washington Post, MSNBC, CNN, the Guardian…. Nobody has shared the testimony of a then 23-year-old innocent young woman who was kidnapped from a music festival, after witnessing her friend be shot and killed in front of her, only to then spend more than one year in captivity in Gaza, during which time she experienced sexual assault by four different men. They included one “nurse” at the now infamous Al Shifa hospital, and one “journalist” (ie the Hamas militants that human rights “feminist” lawyers of the West advocate for, while turning a blind eye to Gonen, and her fellow victims). Let’s not forget that the cosplaying humanitarians of the West tore down Gonen’s hostage poster. They rolled their eyes as her sister Yarden stood before the United Nations while Romi was still held captive. Yarden spoke of exactly these sexual atrocities happening to Israeli women - and men - during and post October 7 at the hands of Palestinians in Gaza. Romi and Yarden’s critics claimed that rape was a form of resistance, not a war crime. They had the audacity to make baseless accusations instead towards the IDF; alleging that soldiers were molesting Palestinians in Gaza. They inverted the truth, turning the victim into the oppressor. So yes it’s been four days. Where are all the journalists who rushed instantly to publish stories on Palestinians being abused sexually by the IDF without evidence? All the journalists who claim without proof that Israeli prisons are torturing their inmates? All the non-profits who rushed to scream that Israel was abusing Greta Thunberg’s Instagram-posing amateur fellow sailors when they were intercepted this summer - again with no basis? All the celebrities insisting that there was no rape on or after October 7 but who enthusiastically came to the defense of hate-baiting artists like Kneecap and Bob Vylan and political agitators such as Mahmoud Khalil? Where are all the voters who insisted they couldn’t in good faith hit the ballot box for alleged sex pest Andrew Cuomo in the New York Mayoral Election, so chose Jihad-loving Mamdani instead? Where are their voices now? Did their brains fall down a toilet? Prominent Hollywood voices denied that reports of sexual abuse, such as Gonen’s, would ever exist. Rosie O’Donnell, Indya Moore, Sara Ramirez, Saul Williams and John Cusack, among many others, have spread rape denial to their millions of followers. In the name of social justice. They owe Gonen an apology. They owe women an apology. They owe everyone who has ever been sexually abused an apology. That’s how this goes, no? Where are they all now that the lioness Romi Gonen has bravely spoken up in front of millions? A young Jewish woman who survived a year-plus in captivity, held by Islamic radicals who took advantage of her whenever they could. She’s not a public figure. She’s not a celebrity embroiled in a controversy. She never asked to be on a world stage. She was just a young girl dancing at a music festival. She’s just a young girl today, rolling a cigarette at home, between takes, doing an unimaginably bold thing: speaking the truth in the public square of today’s online media against a tidal wave of hostility. Where are you all now? Times Up? Me Too? What’s the matter with you? How dare you to talk about feminism, about surviving, about abuse, about sexual assault, about silencing. How dare you, while with the same mouth spreads lies and disinformation about women who have always fought for all of you - because we’re Jewish, because we won’t apologize, because we’re strong. How dare you erase us. We stood up for non-Jewish survivors and in response we were pitchfork mobbed out of the picture. How can you be a survivor and remain quiet? It is impossible. Progressives and social justice warriors have actively perpetrated the silencing and erasure of Jewish women from the spaces we fought for and built. Defamed us. Libeled us. Abandoned us. We have been silenced for continuing to do the right thing. For consistent advocacy. While they move in with terrorists and justifications for the most intimate forms of violence that they so insist they’re fighting against. The inversion of truth about Israel and the Jewish people is the great moral crime of my lifetime. And what of our smug and rightoues Western media? How can you call yourselves journalists? CNN, where are you? Where are the prize-winning women who broke the Harvey Weinstein story? Where is Ronan Farrow? Where is Michelle Obama? Oprah, did you get a new number? Listen to and watch Gonen’s story. Ingest her words. It’s the least you can do. For the future of the West. For the sake of your own daughters. Be Romi’s witness. Subscribe now _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._
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December 30, 2025 at 8:01 PM
The Score
_She didn ’t say the word ‘rape’._ Here it comes. Romi Gonen didn’t use the right words to describe the worst thing that ever happened to her. Familiar to everybody who has ever stood up for, or next to someone who has endured sexual abuse. Yesterday I shared a video of Romi’s testimony here on Blacklisted. > “I was paralysed. Asking why? Why? There was this one moment in the bathroom. I was crying like crazy. He was having the time of his life. He’s ecstatic.” A Palestinian doctor assaulted Romi only days into her captivity. He was supposed to treat the injuries she sustained on October 7, and abused her in the shower. She was assaulted repeatedly by three other men, including a cameraman who filmed her for propaganda (or – “journalism”, according to Western “feminists”), and two Hamas militants who abused her for 16 days. Her third assault lasted thirty minutes in a toilet, and her rapist threatened her with a gun if she told anyone. The response? Crickets. Where are all the women I marched with? Where are all the women I worked with? Where are all the women I believed and refused to remain silent for? Where are you all? The women of the West became the stenographers for the rapists who did this to our sisters. Jewish women have been silenced. Our rapists are the “doctors” and “journalists” that performative professional feminists of the West spend their days advocating for. They fight for these Palestinians who are “just following orders”, right? We will never forgive the women who sided with rapists for power and popularity. Who lionized, celebrated, deified, and glorified this Islamic cult of rape. Everywhere I look today are posts about Jeffrey Epstein’s victims. Don’t get me wrong. Epstein’s victims deserve to be spoken about. But why is the rape cult of Epstein more palatable in the public discourse than the still active rape cult of Jihad that continues to be a threat in the present moment? Is it more comfortable to be angry at the past? What about the almighty Hamas of now? What about the current power of ISIS? Courage is not selective. Decency is not discriminate. Upholding the truth is not picky. If you purport to be an advocate for women, rape should make your blood boil. You should understand what rape is. You should recognize it when it is being described by a survivor. And that recognition should overtake any of your own personal need for attention, validation or recognition. That is what it means to speak up for women. Unless, of course, that was never what it meant for some of these self-congratulatory women’s rights voices. Unless, of course, these posers were using other women’s trauma to advance their own “fame”. > “It's a moment I'll never forget in my life. I've reached the worst possible situation – there’s nowhere to go from here. > > “When he left the bathroom and I followed him, in one second there’s a ringing in my ears and I can’t hear anything. I'm starting to feel like the world is spinning around me. All that went through my mind was: ‘Romi, everyone in Israel thinks you're dead and you're going to be a captive sex slave’. Trauma lives in the body. If you’ve been assaulted you understand what Romi is saying here, and how she is saying it. Cynics will use her strength and resolve against her. Romi’s testimony is delivered with brawn. She has moxie. She’s a hero. She spoke on TV to millions about sexual abuse from a position of fortitude and strength, knowing that she would be attacked for it. Any survivor would be proud of how she met that moment. She was able to command her emotions not because it didn’t happen to her, but because she refuses to fear it. > “My tears flowed, and he looked at me: ‘Romi, are you okay?’ In my head I thought, ‘Son of a bitch, how can you ask me that?’ I told myself there was nothing I could do. He approached me with a gun and threatened: ‘If you tell anyone – I’ll kill you’.” If all the women who demanded support as victims of assault and violence are true survivors, if the trauma lives in their body, where is their rage? They should be livid that they’ve been fooled into supporting such a bastard ideology over staying the course with their Jewish sisters. Their Jewish sisters who were the ones who stood by them in the hardest times. Could there be a reason we never let it break us? I have read countless books on sexual abuse and PTSD. I did it to make myself a better advocate, a better sister, a better friend, a better witness. I did it because I stood by survivors. I was not afraid of the consequences. I would have turned the sky inside out to avenge harm, injustice, and the daylight robbery that is rape. I chose to stand up as a supporter, to be seen and to subsequently be targeted with years of online vitriol, mockery and character defamation. It was my honor to protect, defend and provide shelter for the truth. I knew that a survivor’s testimony destroys her - or his - life. I learned about the cruel master that calls itself trauma. I didn’t run from it. I know the price Romi pays. I hope she has someone to sit by her side every night till she’s tired enough to attempt to sleep. I hope she has someone there every morning to get her moving. I hope she has people who remember the hard dates, who have learned to shield her from the everyday things that will send her body back to hell, who know exactly what song she needs to hear, or recipe she needs to cook to bring simple joy into her heart. I hope she has the love she deserves, and that she knows how to accept it. I hope she knows she did nothing to provoke these horrors in her memory. These are the important details that save a life. I met her father, and her sister Yarden, and I reckon she’s in very good hands. “The ordinary response to atrocities is to banish them from consciousness,” writes Judith Herman, in _Trauma And Recovery_. “Atrocities, however, refuse to be buried. Denial does not work. Remembering and telling the truth about terrible events are prerequisites both for the restoration of the social order, and for the healing of individual victims.” She writes: “There is no public monument for rape survivors.” We have been betrayed, but so too has the West betrayed itself. If the West cannot hear Romi, it cannot turn its wrongs into right. Since 2017, I reported on stories of abuse of power in Hollywood. I marched. I interviewed dozens of survivors. I spent years in service to telling women’s stories, to honoring their recovery. To seek justice. To ensure that survivors wouldn’t stand alone. Do the women of the West understand the betrayal of their silence now? Do they understand how they sold their Jewish sisters out? That they are ruled by fear? That they won’t stand up against a populist racket of a cause that protects a terrorist organization, and a religious fanaticism? That they’re promoting the idea of women as _sabaya_ - sex slaves. Believe all women? What does it mean? I have a “little sister”, who I met in public advocacy. She’s not Jewish, but she’s a survivor of sexual assault. She didn’t hesitate to advocate for Jewish and Israeli women after October 7 despite existing in the pressure cooker environment of a New York City university, surrounded by friends in encampments and at Free Palestine marches. She posted every week. She wore a yellow pin. These stories of our sisters are just as difficult for her to stomach, because rape is rape. It doesn’t sound different when a Jewish woman tells it. We texted this morning. “People don’t understand what rape is because it’s considered inappropriate and shameful to discuss it,” she said. “People on TikTok won’t even say or type the word rape. It’s always ‘r@pe’ or ‘grape’. Survivors live with the visceral horror of it— the graphic details that we’re ‘not allowed’ to say aloud, the positions in which it happened, the sounds of bodies making contact. Those are the details that make rape _rape_ ; that make it horrific beyond words. I understand when women simply don’t want to share those parts. Yet because it’s not ‘allowed’ in public discourse, people don’t understand the horror. The details are supposed to make you uncomfortable because rape is uncomfortable. The public is spared from that. Survivors are not. People stay silent because they don’t have to face it.” Romi talks about dissociation, about staring out of a window and hearing birds chirping, details that will be mocked, but these are the details that survivors remember after they’ve been assaulted. When you’re actively being abused, you’re focusing on _anything_ else to get you through the moment. In recounting the harm, the brain shuts down access to the parts it does not want to compute, but the bruises live under the skin. Recounting the rape, according to many survivors, is akin to reliving the rape. Testifying before a court or a baying public can feel like a second rape. Women who have been raped understand how women talk about rape without using the word rape due to shame, fear and the operational dysfunction of trauma. When the world’s chorus denies or jeers, every woman who has been assaulted feels diminished, dirty, reminded of why they shouldn’t speak at all. If you deny that one woman has been raped, you may as well deny that any woman has been raped. That’s why the reaction of Western women to October 7 has cannibalized feminism. _The Body Keeps The Score_ by Bessel Van Der Kolk is cited as the lead tome on trauma and abuse. The title is true. The body _does_ keep the score. Van Der Kolk writes: “…traumatized people have a tendency to superimpose their trauma on everything around them and have trouble deciphering whatever is going on around them.” The score of October 7, however, is a collective one, and it’s not one the West can afford to be confused about, or have trouble deciphering. In the West, the Jews are packing our bags. That is a disturbance that should keep non-Jews awake at night. As should the words of Meirav Gonen, Romi’s mother. She shared these ahead of her daughter’s televised confession yesterday: > Dear mothers (and fathers too), > If you’re planning to watch Uvda tonight, > I know what’s sitting in your body right now. > That sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. > On one hand, there’s the natural pull of curiosity, > the need to show up, to witness, not to leave her alone. > In this case, it’s my Romi. > And on the other, there’s the ache. > The knot in the stomach over what she’s already been through, > and everything we still don’t know. > The fear of the unknown. > What steadies me > is seeing her. > Looking into her eyes as she speaks. > Seeing her strength, her depth, > her fierce insistence on choosing life in every way she can. > And her quiet certainty > that we are fighting to bring her home. > That our love crosses borders, > moves through time and space, > and will carry her back to us. > All of us are part of this. > Part of the strength that comes from standing together. > Be gentle. > Be attentive. > And at the same time, allow yourselves to see the strength. > The strength of a people, reflected in one brave girl. > (Reflected in so many children, of all ages.) > And still, we don’t forget > that there are others still being held, > wounded who need care, > and grieving families who need to be held and supported. > And yes, > my stomach is still turning. 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December 27, 2025 at 8:00 PM
Romi Gonen Breaks Silence
Romi, we believe you. Today, Channel 12 broadcast Romi Gonen’s first major interview following her release from Hamas captivity in Gaza in January. Sitting cross-legged without costume or script or gimmickry, Gonen stares directly across at her interviewer and fights through her darkest memories to tell the world with deep breaths and nightmarish conviction that she was raped by her captors in Gaza. From as early as the fourth day of her captivity, Gonen was assaulted. She told herself that she was facing life as “a sex slave” and there was nothing she could do to stop it. “He took everything from me,” she says, frankly, plainly. For the last decade, we saw a movement sink its teeth into daily dialogue to demand that we “believe all women”. Well, where the hell is this movement now? We know where. It’s championing the rapist Jihadists who did this. It’s cosplaying as Gazans, wearing keffiyehs, marching arm and arm in the streets of the West every weekend insisting that intersectional feminism demands a “Free Palestine”. Rather than draw strength from the battles won by real feminists over decades, the new wave insist on self-victimization. They define themselves as oppressed, and waltz into their own perverted fantasy where somehow this wouldn’t happen to them if they wound up in Gaza. Romi, 25, has spoken out about how she was abused four times, with the third assault involving being held at gun point. She has more courage in her fingernail than the vast majority of the so-called silence breakers of TimesUp and #MeToo put together. Today she speaks the truth to a wall of hostility. Where are the celebrity women speaking “truth to power” for their sister Romi? Gonen speaks the truth despite the knowledge that the world doesn’t want to know about Hamas’s crimes. The world doesn’t want to know about the ideology of Islam that would make the worst moments of Gonen’s life the greatest triumph for the depraved rapists of “Palestine”. Listen to her describe that in her own words. Listen and weep. Watch the testimony. Go on and kid yourself that you’re an empath who believes in human kindness while you politicize a humanitarian atrocity and continue to support the faux “oppressed”. The people of Gaza are not your brothers and sisters in marginalization. These Jihadists are your future violators. Hamas are a rape cult. Be outraged by Jeffrey Epstein but don’t be selective about rape cults. Hamas deserve your rage and condemnation. What’s the use in campaigning against violence against women and girls if you let Hamas off the hook? Or do Jewish women not count? Today is Christmas Day, yes. And we are living through history. This morning 115 ISIS suspects were detained in Turkey for attempting to coordinate raids on Christmas and New Years that would have massacred countless innocents. Christmas is the target. Joy is the target. Family values are the target. Women are the target. Romi Gonen was a target. This Christmas, don’t rest. Think about what you’re willing to fight for, and how. For it is not I who is watching you. It is history. History does not hide the truth. Share Gonen’s testimony far and wide. And say it. Romi, we believe you. Subscribe now _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._
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December 26, 2025 at 8:09 PM
Judah
The dangerous things I think out loud
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December 23, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Silenced
for being a Jew
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December 22, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Finish Them
The dangerous things I think out loud
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December 21, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Breaking: Pogrom in Bondi Beach
This morning, two terrorists unloaded their guns on a Chanukah party in Bondi beach for the first day of candle-lighting. The story is developing. Sydney natives are sending mixed messages about locals still under siege and remaining in place until the attack is definitively under control. Two men have been arrested as videos circulate. Videos that remind me of October 7. Pools of blood. Bodies strewn. The eeriness of the similarities with initial videos I saw from the attacks in the Israeli town of Sderot on that hellish morning two years ago is hard to stomach. Why? Because we warned everyone, because we have screamed, because we have been silenced by the media, the governments and the Clementine Ford Hamas fanatic, who have this Jewish blood on their hands. Initial reports are claiming various numbers dead, at least three verified. This news broke only moments after news from Brown University over in the US of another mass shooting. Whether there is any relation between these events remains to be seen. But what is certain is that the West is falling. I am currently on a highway in Israel after a week long delegation about which I cannot wait to share extensive reports with you. I am travelling to the deep southern desert to decompress under the stars and could not fathom this pogrom breaking while en route. And yet I recall only months ago thinking to myself that as soon as the Gaza war ended, and likely before Christmas, we would see terror attacks spreading over the West. I will write more in the coming days about my experiences here but by and large the through line is a closing of so many circles that began for us on October 7 and for me intimately during my first war reporting trip here in December 2023. I have witnessed the journeys of Israelis - be them Nova survivors, hostage families, scholars and lawyers and first responders, IDF soldiers and beyond - and I see a major shift now in all of them. A shift towards moving forward. Not forgetting but rebuilding. They are not defining themselves by the atrocities but demanding purpose to do something with what happened. To focus once more on their dreams. For people in the depths of post trauma to have such imagination once more is breathtakingly inspiring. And yet this morning at one last breakfast in Tel Aviv, I thought to myself — as Israel heals, the West is belligerently ignoring a rude wake up call. It is self-sabotaging hubris. An hour later and here we are. We appealed to them in every way. We repeated it till our tears ran dry and our voices broke: Appeasing to terrorists doesn’t work. The capitulating governments of Australia, Spain, France, Britain, Ireland and Canada will learn their lessons in the most brutal ways. Your innocent people are going to die. Free Palestine is a death movement. my caption Since I’ve been in Israel, many friends have texted me from the diaspora to ask if I’m safe, worrying about me here. I keep saying there’s nowhere safer. The ball still hasn’t dropped. It happened here first. It’s happening where you are now. Not just to Jews. To everyone. But let’s not forget the specificity of us Jews: because that part is important. I was interviewed by the Jerusalem Post and I filmed an episode of the Aish podcast with Jamie Geller here, both to come. In both interviews I said: it is not our responsibility as Jewish people to save the West from its own suicidal empathy. It is theirs. We came to assimilate, to contribute, to innovate and build. We have been betrayed. We have been abandoned while we demanded accountability for the West’s refusal to keep its promise to us after the horrors it ignored last century. Ultimately, we have a place to go. They do not. On Thursday morning, I saw the most comprehensive and undeniable collection of evidence for the October 7 massacre yet, comprised of even more extensive harrowing video footage from Hamas body cams, from first responder units and from articles found alongside the neutralized Hamas and Gazan civilian invaders. They include conclusive evidence of UNRWA complicity, proof that Gazan “journalists” are Hamas militants who participated in October 7, and unparalleled documentation of the Jihadist ideology of Hamas, of the indoctrination of children from a very young age, and the usage of the most hateful verses of the Hadith and Quran. It is being held here in Israel and my sincere hope is that it reaches those who must witness it. I will share the exhibit with you shortly. Suffice to say, after I exited this military exhibition, which is not yet open to the public, I turned to friends and said: what’s stopping the Western imported terrorists of Islam from getting weapons illegally and doing the same massacres in Western countries? They are protected by the practitioners of law in all of these Western democracies. But of course those practising the law are themselves terrorists. As George Clooney revealed about his wife Amal, a human rights lawyer at a London chambers, only two weeks ago. I am sick to my core today. My heart is with the Jewish community of Bondi, in Sydney. And with the Jews of Australia, a community I adore and have spent so much time around. Stay strong. Why must the Jewish people continue to tell _this_ story about ourselves? _To support my work, please subscribe to Blacklisted for $10/month or $100/year._
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December 14, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Tennis
I don’t wait. I knew this about myself but perhaps forgot it behind the sofa somewhere for a while. When I moved into my dream home ten days ago, I remembered that I don’t wait, because despite all the stuff I had (I like stuff, I have a lot of it), by 3am in the wee hours of the first night in which I was finally alone in my new house, without lugging cowboys, or flying visits, I folded the penultimate cardboard box from a day’s unloading. I walked to the trash at the back of my new street, I dumped the final cart, and I exhaled. I didn’t want to wait to finally feel at ease. It’s been far too long. A smile crept over my soul. Here I am. Made it. New walls. Gorgeous oak wood floors. Floor-to-ceiling bay windows. A courtyard with a fountain that sings all day, like a little river running through the golden rays of old Hollywood. I left the final box in a corner I haven’t figured out yet. There are pieces of my life that I brought with me in there, but I am not sure what place they have. That’s OK. They can wait. I won’t. I cannot. I don’t pretend, either. I have never managed that. When I was a child, I could not fib. I was not allowed to ride my bicycle on main roads with my friends, only in neighborhood streets. But one day, we all biked down the Mearns Road in Clarkston. Buses go there. Roundabouts separate the wider streets. When I got home, I couldn’t lie. I admitted that we were naughty. I was in trouble. But it was better to be in trouble than to deceive the people you love. As a writer, I have made all my mistakes in public. I’d rather do that than to tell tales. Nobody deserves that. Writing it out is sipping in air. Pressing send is blowing it out. I have lived every moment of my adult life through words. I set them up the way I learned how to play tennis. Serve from inside the line. Force your opponent further back. An ace gives you the greatest advantage. But it’s no fun for the receiver. When I wrote through my cancellation, I aced the woke progressives. They saw that ball whizz past them and they had nothing for me, other than to lie and call me out of bounds. Thanksgiving marks my immigration to America. I did not wait. I was invited to quit my job and move to a strange place, and I did it with barely a hesitation. Eleven years ago I boarded a plane to LAX on a one way ticket out of London. I knew I was going for a while but I didn’t know for how long I’d fall down the rabbit hole of Los Angeles. There have been many times in which I’ve toyed with leaving this place because the stars lost their sparkle and the sky no longer felt so tall and wide. And yet this hunger in my stomach made me stay. The pink sunsets, the dusty hiking trails, the abandoned muscle cars waiting to be revived, the old haunts from a bacchanalian era where the walls whisper legends of old. I always wanted to live among the icons. It’s where I belong. I always came back. This is the city that pushes you to be the greatest. To tell the story. To become it. Earlier this morning I walked up La Brea, the aorta of Hollywood, and the roads were empty and the winter fog caressed the tarmac, and I have that same feeling I had when I made the leap. “I wonder what magic is going to appear when the clouds lift…” The greatest is what I want to be. No less will do. Something is coming. Nothing is for nothing. I believe it. What you love with your mightiest heart comes back to you in forms you may not recognize, but you remember its song, or the way it winks at you, or the name it calls you by. There is light on the horizon. I was at an event last weekend that I wrote about here. A room full of Jews, Muslims, Christians, and non-believers all in alignment and agreement about the threat of radical extremism in the West. All clamoring to make a plan to deal with it. We were not the bridges anyone should have burned. But sometimes it’s easier for other people to pretend. Pretend there’s no issue. Pretend everything’s fine. Pretend they know it all. Not for me. The other night, I watched an advanced preview of The Chronology Of Water. It’s Kristen Stewart’s directorial debut. I bought the book by Lidia Yuknavitch years and years before I read it. It was recommended to me by a singer-songwriter who wound up shilling for Palestine. Another number in my phone that I cannot imagine ever dialing me again. Apologies are hard for people who don’t want to remember. One night last year I could not do anything to curb my pain. I felt like everything was gone. I couldn’t stop crying. I was standing inside a hell that I couldn’t see, because I had become my own worst enemy. And I saw the book on my shelf and thought - alright let’s see if you can do the job. I started reading and the force of Yuknavitch’s prose pulled me into another realm. In her chaotic memoirs I found myself soothed, despite the tragedy and the intensity of her stories. The dam closed for me, and a portal opened. I read the book in one sitting. The film is not the book but it is superb in its own way, and Imogen Poots’ embodiment - an actor I had not encountered before, but who I am now convinced may have given the greatest performance of the year – is singular and unconfined. The energy of the book can’t be contained. That book makes canvasses out of pages. The thought of describing that book intimidates me. That Stewart wanted to turn it into film speaks to her militant self-belief, but also to her willingness to fail. Yet she doesn’t fail. Her direction allows the narrative to travel like a gushing, murky creek outwards into one giant ocean. It’s the perfect homage to a tome that felt so rebelliously feminine to me, at a time when so many try to write the so called “female experience” and fall so fucking short. Immediately as I closed the back of the book, I looked Yuknavitch up online, and discovered that the author is a Palestine freak. Hamas would limit her in every way she’s liberated herself. And yet, her work spoke to me at a time when I was wailing for freedom again. For that, I thank her. People ask me all the time: how do I listen to, read, watch the artists I adore, knowing that they evacuated their brains and hearts on the issue of Israel and the Jews. How do I listen to Paul Weller? a man asked, last weekend. He was distressed about his own fandom. Alright. Let’s put _Stanley Road_ on, shall we? It’s playing now as I type. If you’ve got the funk, it will move you. Looking around, I have mezuzahs on my doorways and a siddur among the books on my shelves. My shelves are full of thinkers who disagree with each other, and I with them: Hitchens, Sartre, Shakespeare, Miller, Nin, Tolstoy, Rand, Dershowitz, Khayyam, Hemingway, Rumi, Kissinger. I wonder where Edgar Allan Poe stands on gender? If they can all be contained in one room, next to Ziggy Stardust (and the spiders from Mars), is that not better? Am I not richer? _Stanley Road_ is a pretty slice of British soul. When I hear Weller’s gravelly timbre on “Broken Stones”, I’m reminded of a stunning summer I spent in London a few years ago. _And another pitch shatters Another little bit gets lost Tell me what else really matters Oh, such a cost_ _Like pebbles on a beach Kicked around, displaced by feet Oh, like broken stones They’re all trying to get home_ We’re not just us. We are also living among neighbors. Some of them are so far behind us. So I don’t force them to sit by my side. You can’t make them choose you. That is ego. You can’t wait for them. They have to catch up. I see it as window-shopping or eavesdropping on a conversation I’m not going to be part of. Nor do I want to be part of that conversation. Who would want to sit at a table with Paul Weller while he chips his teeth grinding out words about Gaza and Palestine that he doesn’t understand. The version of Paul Weller that I know on _Stanley Road_ is set in time, and moves to my own memories. In so many ways, the art has nothing to do with him for me. And I still have eyes to look and ears to hear it. I don’t care if he has a problem with it. Fuck you, Paul, and thanks for the music. I have known many artists. I have ridden in cars with them, and shared meals. They cook breakfast just like you. That also has nothing to do with what they write, or how they sing, or who they play. What I write is separate from how I do. I think it is distinct. Yes, I would like it more if Kristen Stewart had not signed an Artists For Ceasefire letter. But does it make me less proud to enjoy her _oeuvre_? I think it makes me more. More proud. More dynamic. More certain. More whole. If you can enjoy something made by someone who has beliefs you find distasteful, even harmful, and it doesn’t affect your sense of self, you have escaped the influence of blind admiration. To be impressed by someone’s work enough to take the pieces that speak to your human condition, and to walk away from the parts of them that would cause you pain, requires a security and independence that separates you from the baying fans. Today I feel like I survived a world of fiction that tried to remake me as a monster, because I broke free from the delusions of the artist world. I am thankful to be thriving, more than anything, as the me who refused to wait for them. What a ride it has been. I never expected any of this. When people come up every day to tell me they are “fans”, I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t sing songs. I don’t play characters. I don’t paint pictures. I can’t tell you what it means because the recognition and the support comes after shedding every skin, and for speaking the truth despite every cost. For being exactly who I am. It’s possible to find your purpose and to stand in it entirely. You all nourish my soul. To be seen and known is the greatest gift. It is also the medicine for curing the sickness in our society. To not wait for permission to speak. To not sit it out until it’s the “right” moment. To not pretend to be something else, something passive, something amenable, in order to get by for now. To force change is hard. I was made an example of, so I became the example. Flip it and reverse it, as Missy Elliott said. They win when we are afraid and alone. They lose when we rise back up together. 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November 28, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Qatar's Got Talent
The week of Zohran Mamdani’s election, I met a really interesting guy at a Shabbat dinner. Not Jewish. He kept making sure that was understood, but to me he was as comfortable at a Shabbat table as most Jews. Turns out since graduating college, he has worked in and around the State of Israel in public affairs in various capacities. Dillon Hosier has now turned his time to his brainchild ICAN (Israeli-American Civic Action Network. He is CEO. At the dinner, the topical concern of what Mamdani’s election “means” and “what now” took precedence. Hosier indicated that he had identified Mamdani as a very real threat in 2023 because he has been monitoring emerging political dangers at local levels across the United States. Essentially Hosier is in the business of identifying who the next big thing will be. He is on the hunt for future anti-Israel, anti-America, anti-West political superstars, and he is urging pro-Israel networks to come together to mitigate these rises. If Qatar produced a reality talent contest for upcoming American insurgent politicians, Hosier would be the one spotting the winners. He whipped out his iPhone and showed one of the tech tools ICAN has initiated. I was blown away. Here was a live map of America, featuring red and green spots according to the most precarious areas for future Mamdanis. Alarmingly there is an incoming “Mamdani Strip” (Hosier’s term) in New York, full of more and more copycat candidates. Many are members of the DSA: Democratic Socialists of America, which is not officially tied to the Democrats but which works within its electoral system and runs candidates in their primaries. You know the story of AOC, right? Tonight onstage in West Hollywood, Hosier gave a presentation of ICAN’s objectives, before he was joined by three incredible voices I am proud to call friends: John Mirisch (former Mayor of Beverly Hills, now city council member), Loay Alshareef (Saudi-born, UAE-based reformed Muslim, and Abraham Accords activist) and Dr Sheila Nazarian (Persian Jewish activist, Fox news contributor, and plastic surgeon). Mirisch is an Ashkenazi Jew who has always been confounded by antizionism, and has tied his mast to Israel since he was growing up in LA. Nazarian fled Iran with her parents via Pakistan then Vienna, before they received papers to come to America. Alshareef is a would-be posterchild for a new Middle East. He is based in the UAE, was radicalized as a child to hate Jews and Christians but had his own awakening about Islamism. He prays, he fasts, and he believes that there is a way to modernize Islam so that those who practice can not only co-exist in the Western world, but so that the Middle East can evolve out of its past, normalize relations with Israel and cease to demonize America and the West. Alshareef is a really exceptional human. To be in his presence is to feel a sense of calm about the future. All three were together tonight to discuss Mamdani, who promotes radical Islamist ideals, preaches the genocide lie about Gaza, and the Apartheid lie about Israel, and has often been found supporting the screams of “From the river to the sea.” “Mamdani has never been to Israel,” opens Alshareef, who says he would accept an invitation to sit down with New York’s incoming Mayor. Whether he will receive one or not is another question. I don’t believe Mamdani to be a good faith actor. Neither does Alshareef, who has visited Israel more than a handful of times, and says that almost immediately everything that an Arab Muslim has been indoctrinated to hate about Israel is shattered completely by the experience of going there. Dr Nazarian noted that Congressman Richie Torres once said about the DSA that they ask only _two_ foreign policy questions in order to secure funding and support for a prospective candidate. The first is that any candidate must promise to support the BDS movement against Israel. The second is that they must promise to never visit Israel. No wonder AOC doesn’t know where the Jordan river is. And yet, so many play along. The motivation cannot possibly be integrity but opportunism. For money, for political power, for fame and instant success. And yet what is the cause of this unholy marriage between leftists and Islamism?According to Alshareef it’s two-fold. First, the American Left suffer from the same guilt that the Europeans experience, and they believe that to support the radicals is to support the “right cause”. “What they don’t realize,” he says, “is that they are the first sheep to the slaughter.” Second, they are totally ignorant to – and don’t understand –the Middle East. They have handed human rights to extremists and radicals who only seek to misuse the liberal freedom that America is giving them. The idea is to destroy democracy _through_ democracy itself. “Listen to those of us who know,” says Alshareef. “This is so dangerous.” Alshareef, as mentioned, is a reformed Muslim, and makes a distinction that he insists is not a majority position. He doesn’t waste time denying that the majority position in the Muslim world is not yet shared by him, but were Saudi Arabia to join the Abraham Accords it could change everything. Saudi’s leader Mohammad Bin Salman according to Sharif is earnest and honest, and does want to commit to the peace deal, and yet his hesitation is due to the position of Saudi among the Muslim world, and the pressure on him from other Arab nations to insist upon some recognition for the Palestinians in advance of signing. Saudi is a key piece of the puzzle. If and when they join the Abraham Accords, many other Muslim countries will follow. The issue is that Mamdani and his ilk are also yet to meet Alshareef in his evolved peaceful state. “He is not peaceful,” says AlShareef. “He is dishonest.” He explains that there are two types of Muslims; those who fled their countries to start anew, and those who believe that Muslims like Alshareef should not be tolerated, and that America should be turned into a caliphate, where eventually Muslims will wind up murdering other Muslims. Case in current point: Sudan. According to Alshareef, too many moderate Muslims are silent. “Speak up. Distance yourself from the radicals!” he says. It’s worth watching this 8-minute clip of Alshareef explaining his viewpoint after Dr Nazarian pushed back with her own reality-based fears of Islam, due to her experiences fleeing the Islamic Regime of Iran. Upon coming to America, Dr Nazarian studied at Columbia University, and took classes on Islam, only to read the Quran and discover the verses detailing the Muslim impression of Jews as a sworn enemy who need to be eradicated. Alshareef’s response is so sensible it should be the real radical approach. Essentially, for him it comes down to moving away from a politicized interpretation of the Quran that is completely irrelevant in the modern day. If only Alshareef had run for the New York mayoral position, yet he has more important things to do. Today, President Trump announced that he is going to ban the Muslim Brotherhood, and label it a foreign terrorist organization. A great move. “But the devil is in the details,” says Mirisch. Indeed. How will this be enforced? And the question still looms large about Qatar’s tentacles on US soil, and the already seismic damage of decades and billions of dollars infiltrating not just university education with its anti-American ideology, but high school programs too. Alshareef believes that Qatar could join the future map of the Middle East, but only if it does two things. Separates itself from Muslim Brotherhood, and eradicates Al Jazeera. “Al Jazeera made many of us believe Bin Laden was a hero,” he says. “They were the exclusive outlet for his videos. They made us feel indifferent to 9/11. In Arabic, AlJazeera is the official spokesman for Hamas. In English, it’s the official spokesman for the LGBT community.” Maddening, and the exact distortion that the Islamists are so brilliant at. It’s as though we live in a parallel universe. The useful idiots who know nothing about the Middle East are being led blindfolded by regressive radicalized Arab Mamdanis who will discard of them the instant they no longer serve a purpose, while those of us who have been pushed out of the so-called “liberal” room are sitting alongside the warriors of progress in the Arab world who have more reverence for America, Israel, President Trump, Christianity and Judaism than a questionable proportion of our white majority neighbors. Last week I had the honor of witnessing Omer Shem Tov, released Israeli hostage, speak at Sinai Temple in Beverly Hills. Shem Tov was captured from the Nova festival. He paced the stage for an hour uninterrupted, seamlessly recalling the “light” version of the story of his 505 days in captivity. Shem Tov’s mother Shelly was one of my first interviewees in Israel in the months after October 7. She left an enormous impression on me, and her determination to bring her son back from hell stayed with me. I remember she told me she could not even brush her teeth without the guilt of knowing her son may not be able to do the same. When he was released, I cried. I could barely hold back tears as he walked out to a standing ovation of hundreds last Thursday. He recalled how he was held in a cage underground in pitch black darkness for 50 successive days of those 505. He received one pita or less per day. He found faith in the tunnels. He wraps teffilin every morning now. He talks to G-d every day. He believes in miracles. The way Shem Tov spoke, and the way Alshareef speaks, is light years away from the victim-orientated, power-hungry, truth-avoiding gang of progressive Western elites and wannabes. They have worked overtime to shut them out, but these voices cannot be repressed. They refuse. They defy intimidation. They are brimming with a purpose that cannot be faked. We must uplift them. ICAN too is providing an essential service. Here is Hosier with his presentation. You can see four local California politicians, and on the left hand column is how JPAC (Jewish Public Affairs Committee of California) is scoring future Mamdani’s. It’s marking them according to housing, environment, policing, social policies etc, but crucially it doesn’t pick up where they’ve voted on issues surrounding Israel and the Middle East. ICAN does factor these in, and scores them accurately. If they’re red it means they’re future Mamdani’s. If they’re green, they’re not. Not only does ICAN identify where the problem candidates are, it’s identifying where the wrongly maligned candidates are. This analysis then becomes crucial for killing bills, such as the Ethnic Studies bill in California, because accurate intelligence is available for who to target. We cannot afford more Mamdanis. We cannot afford any more successes for any political candidates in America who would support what happened to Omer Shem Tov in Hamas captivity, or who would refuse to protect the vision for the Middle East that Loay Alshareef so passionately wants to help actualize. To find out more about ICAN, visit their website. _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now
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November 24, 2025 at 3:56 PM
A Helluva Town
Give it up for New York. The concrete jungle where dreams are made of voted in a Jihadist two weeks ago, and last night we witnessed Mamdani’s new empire in action. At the historic Park East synagogue, an orthodox place of worship, a center for Jewish life, and a day school, a group of 200 keffiyeh-wearing, placard holding, blood-libel screaming ghouls turned up last night to intimidate and terrorize Jewish civilians attending an event inside. They showed up at a Jewish house of worship in 2025 to scream obscenities at attendants and heckle them. They promised to “take another settler out.” Urging to globalize the intifada, and pump up “resistance”, the violent mob of hundreds of “anti-Israel activists” (bitch, please) brought their Palestine flags and their tribal drums to warn the Jews not to gather. “We need to make them scared!!!” they repeated. As a leader of the protest instructed his followers: “It is our duty to make them think twice before holding these events.” Them. Who is them? Them is us. Primarily, them is the Jewish people. But them is also the people who won’t tolerate this hate. For that is all it is. When I was watching this footage last night, looking at videos of Jewish women being escorted by police into a synagogue, watching the NYPD fail to move this crowd or get the situation under control at all, I just kept thinking about that historic photograph of the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem – Hajj Amin al-Husayni of Muslim Brotherhood – sitting down with Adolf Hitler in Berlin, on November 28, 1941. They say toxic friendships are formed by mutual hatred. These two pals hated both the British and the Jews. Hitler cosigned the Mufti’s dream to rid the Middle East of Jews, with no return to a homeland for the Jewish people. He vowed that once the German army reached the Middle East, there would be no Jews left alive. The Mufti lived in Berlin from 1941 to 1945 as an honored guest of Nazi Germany, receiving wads of cash. He collaborated with the Nazis on propaganda aimed at Arab speakers. He created Muslim divisions of the SS. The Mufti evaded trial after the war, and died in Lebanon in 1976. What do you think he was doing during his 20 years of post-WWII freedom? The “Free Palestine” movement is nothing but the consequential brainchild of this unholy alliance. It is not a secret. “From the River to the Sea, Palestine will be free,” they scream, urging the removal of every Jew from Arab utopia, which doesn’t stop in the Arab world, because it has since been deported to the West. They are not protesting at a government building, or outside a UN meeting. They are hijacking a synagogue. It’s modern Nazism, there’s no ifs, buts or maybes. There’s no “context”. It’s the dominant cult by which to bully, ostracize, erase, and commit acts of violence towards innocent Jewish civilians in cities around the world, including New York City, which has the largest population of Jews outside Israel. There is nothing intellectual, clever, elite, sophisticated, nuanced, rational or moral about bandying around the word “Palestine” as a performative virtue on social media and in social circles. It is pure vitriol towards Jews, erasure of Jews, and the Jewish homeland. A slither of a home for Jewish people in a world in which the oldest story is that the Jews are chased into exile from every country we have ever resided in and contributed to. Their positing about Palestine is nothing but waving the modern Swastika. Swastika 2.0. Sidenote: the pedophilia claim in the above banner is not only abhorrent, but inversion. The only known pedo in this situation is Mohammed the prophet. But you know, that sort of blasphemous talk will get me arrested in the UK where the truth is now a fascist concept. These unemployed morons want to reward acts of mutilation, kidnapping, gang rape and murder with statehood for a terrorist organization. I am proud to no longer be associated with anyone who performs in this way or tolerates any individual who does. I am not belittling, disrespecting or endangering myself or the people around me by associating with and being adjacent to Nazis. As I wrote last week, I am in the right room. They are in the wrong one. They lie down with evil. This was nothing short of a siege on a shul, the senior Rabbi of which is a Holocaust survivor. Community members noted that 95-year-old Rabbi Arthur Schneier witnessed similar scenes as a child in 1930s Europe. This will get worse. Mark my words. I read some stats this morning about the UK, where this has been the norm for longer. In London, a rape is reported every hour now. Almost 12,000 people a year are arrested for social media posts. The UK’s economy has significantly fallen behind its peers, only growing 3.5% in the last five years. London is now the phone theft capital of the world, rendering it worse than a third world city. The UK is set to lose more millionaires to emigration than any other country in the world in 2025. The Metropolitan Police can’t control the thousands of demonstrators for Palestine in the capital city. It seems that while they’re screaming for Palestine, what’s actually happening is that the Middle East is moving forward with the Abraham Accords, and Europe is moving backwards into the Dark ages. America needs to – for want of another phrase – get its shit together. Yesterday morning, before this all happened, I was in a Target in Hollywood, and I was laughing with Jewish friends in the UK about how preposterous its Hanukkah display is. They sell “plush latkes” and dreidl-shaped catnip for your pets. But this is not what the Maccabees fought for. Hanukkah is _not_ the Jewish Christmas. Hannukah is a festival about how the people of Israel survived the occupying Greeks at the time (2nd century BCE, for what it’s worth). It’s about as “Zionist” a holiday as they come. I’m not interested in having so-called visibility in Target. I don’t want to see my culture, my religion, or our peoplehood become some evangelized commercial entity. Our people pre-date Target, by a long shot. All this kitsch bullshit is just that. And it doubles down as a shield for antisemites, and the Jews of shame, to hide behind. I don’t need dreidl catnip, I will arm myself simply with a bright shining menorah in my window. This Hanukkah we should reject the over-assimilation loudly, and we should live as the sons and daughters of Judah the Maccabee. What does that mean? It means we should know who we are and we should be damn well prepared to fight for it. Perhaps you caught a story from Mexico this past week. Mexico’s President Claudia Sheinbaum is a Jew. She’s an antizionist Jew, who has also screamed to Free Palestine. She disgraced herself by libeling the Gaza war a “genocide”. And yet she has not been immune from attacks by Mexico’s Gen Z who are protesting against her administration due to domestic matters relating to crime. They graffiti’d the door of the Supreme Court building with the words “Puta Judía”. That translates to “Jewish whore” in English. You see, it matters not how much you bend and break your own Jewish spine to kosher the trend of antizionism, you’re still a Jew when they hate you. This week, I am proud to share that I was on the cover of Jerusalem Report with Montana Tucker, Emily Austin, and others. The interview is here. As I was reading this brief description of my story below, I was reminded once more that as far as attacks on synagogues by “progressive” mobs go, I called it out years ago, and was punished by the same individuals participating in this hate-mongering now: > Few stories capture the cost of public Jewish advocacy like that of Eve Barlow. > > Once a top Los Angeles-based music journalist – deputy editor of NME and contributor to The Guardian, Pitchfork, GQ, New York Magazine, Vulture, LA Times, Vice, and more – Barlow saw her career implode after a single post. > > Following the 2020 riots in the US after George Floyd’s death, she posted: “How dare you bring the Jewish nation and community into the killing of Black American lives.” > > She woke up the next morning to images of vandalized synagogues bearing graffiti like “FREE PALESTINE” and “F–- ISRAEL,” and she commented about pop star Dua Lipa’s “antisemitic posts.” The backlash was immediate. > > Barlow was dropped by nearly every publication she had written for. > > “My only source of income right now is [the online publishing platform] Substack,” she said. “I am grateful for the paid subscribers I have, and I am trying to build there and make people want to pay. My content is free, and it’s important to me to get it out far and wide. And those who can pay $10 a month, that’s great. I don’t get paid by any organization to post online, which is why I don’t relate to being an influencer. I am a public intellectual.” Additionally, our LGBTQ conference for Israel got a wonderful write-up in Times of Israel this week. They have hailed it a loud and proud event to counter the Queers for Palestine. You can read that report here. This is precisely what we must continue to do. First we protect our own. Then we continue to build. And for those who want to stand with the bigots, leave them to rot with them, as they march and scream their way towards a downward spiral. They have forgotten the old mantra that nobody wins a prize for being the last to enter the gas chambers. _To support Blacklisted, please sign up for $10/month, or $100/year._ Subscribe now
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November 21, 2025 at 3:19 PM
Stick and Move
My favorite boxing combination is the stick-and-move. It’s when you throw your best jab, and you get the fuck out of there. I’ve been boxing for ten years. It’s my favorite hour of the week. Not only is it the best workout, it’s the best meditation. When I wrap my hands and put my gloves on, and it’s just me dancing around the bag, or attacking my trainer’s pads, I feel this peaceful quiet. I’d never compete. I don’t want to hit, or get hit. The bag is enough for me. But even the bag can be a no-go for a domestic violence survivor. In 2021, a documentary landed on Netflix about a woman named Christy Martin. _Untold: Deal With The Devil_ is a one-in-a-million story in many senses, but it’s also entirely textbook. It is the story of the first woman to become a global boxing sensation, who was a closeted lesbian, married her trainer (old enough to be her father), and survived years of his domestic abuse and escalating violence. Christy could defeat anyone - man or woman - in the ring, but when it came to her husband, she couldn’t lift a finger. She took every hit. _That ’s_ domestic violence. She practically crawled to her survival after he stabbed her and shot her on the bedroom floor. And she got back in the ring again weeks later to finally fight on her own terms, free of that asshole. After I watched this documentary, I knew Martin’s story had to be a feature-length movie with a kickass ‘80s soundtrack. Lo and behold, four years later I found myself with a whole movie theater to myself in Hollywood punching the air as the credits opened to the none-more-epic stabbing piano chords of ‘Head Over Heels’ by Tears For Fears. Thank god, I was in the theater alone. During the film’s final third, I bawled my eyes out. It was relentless and beautiful to see this survivor’s story brought to life in such an accurate, self-possessed and unapologetic way. All the questions are answered. You will never find yourself wondering why she didn’t leave. You will find yourself incensed that the first question anyone ever asks isn’t just: is the motherfucker dead yet? Martin’s perpetrator didn’t start by attempting to kill her. He built the prison she inhabited over years. It began with comments about how she wore her hair, or what she was allowed to eat. It continued with rules about who she couldn’t hang out with. Once they were married, it extended to intercepting all phone calls at the house, eventually monitoring her cell phone, casually stalking where she was going, punishing her for talking to the neigbour, controlling her finances, her career trajectory, stealing from her earnings, coercing her into sexual scenarios she didn’t want to consent to, becoming the favorite among her friends and family. All of this is meticulously built upon in the film’s first half, as Martin’s agency is taken from her, and yet in tandem her progress in the ring and in front of the world’s media balances this with the brute strength and no-mess attitude of her public-facing bravado. Which cruelly is what would render the abuse even less believable to the few people Martin could turn to as allies, including her own mother who refused to believe her, and shamed her into one cycle of abuse too many. I really care about Christy’s story. I can tell that the woman who told it - Sydney Sweeney - also really cares. If you’ve seen even a fraction of the promotional work Sweeney has done for the movie, it’s obvious she completely understands the impact this film will have in domestic violence circles. But someone who doesn’t understand that at all is Ruby Rose, who had her 15 minutes of fame over a decade ago as a character in _Orange Is The New Black_ , and has made it her mission to blame Sweeney for the film’s disappointing opening weekend. Ruby, your bitterness is starting to show. Never mind it so happens that Rose, 38, is perhaps the rudest person I’ve ever interviewed. So rude, the interview was not usable. It lasted all of ten minutes. She is yet another libtard egomaniac who never stops making herself the victim of everyone else’s success. The mere sight of Sweeney has been treated as a violent assault by American progressives for the last year. Recently during a _GQ_ interview at the Chateau Marmont, Sweeney’s intolerance and refusal to play ball while being “offered an opportunity to apologize” for an American Eagle jeans campaign, which was maliciously mischaracterized by “liberals” as an ad in support of “white supremacy”, went viral due to Sweeney’s sensational side-eye of defiance. Sweeney emerged unscathed for the crime of maintaining “great jeans” _and_ even better genes, while the smugger-than-thou journalist who nobody had ever heard of has since had to lock all her social media accounts. I don’t wonder what the reason is for all the misogynist hate towards Sweeney from liberal progressives at all. It starts with a j and ends in an -ealous. Sweeney responded to Ruby Rose, too. Once more taking the high road, while giving zero fucks in an Instagram post: > “Thank you to everyone who saw, felt and believed and will believe in this story for years to come. If _Christy_ gave even one woman the courage to take her first step toward safety, then we will have succeeded. So yes I’m proud. Why? Because we don’t always just make art for numbers, we make it for impact. And _Christy_ has been the most impactful project of my life. Thank you Christy. I love you.” Martin too has come forward to defend her “friend, Syd”. Syd, you can play a gay boxer every day of the week, as far as I’m concerned. Stick and fucking move. A movie about domestic violence led by a character who is also a lesbian is not going to be a box office smash because society doesn’t want to look at domestic violence. We have seen that over and again. Rose and all these other vicious embittered hacks via their comments have proven themselves utterly unworthy of this important project by not understanding that it wasn’t _ever_ a vehicle for anyone to make millions of dollars off a survivor’s pain. What’s more, domestic violence does not discriminate. Not by religion, nor by race, sex, sexuality, or - amazingly - political opinion. Ruby: Republicans experience domestic violence, too. Do you think they deserve it? I would die on the hill of supporting any domestic violence survivor. This story will save the lives of women who have nowhere else to turn to. As for Sweeney, if anyone talks smack on her award-deserving performance, they miss the point. For Martin, this movie is her story told as she survived to tell it. Sweeney knocked it out the park. It’s not a private matter that I have publicly defended a domestic violence survivor. I was prepared to set the whole world on fire, and my own life, to make sure people understood the truth of the matter. It is too normal. It is too common. 1 in 4 women since the age of 16 experience domestic abuse. Every day, you will encounter someone who is living their own private hell, and you may not even know it. When circumstances beyond our control and understanding force the world to look behind the bolted doors that they really don’t want to look behind, there will be no winner. But the one silver lining is to fight like hell for the truth to come to light. For the survivor, and for every person still in the struggle, the truth is the only victor. Every day, I look at myself in the mirror, and I feel like I failed. There is more we all could do. Echoes of abuse and isolation are everywhere. That is the lesson that never ends. And the world never lets you forget, not even as a bystander. There is a lack of understanding that is societal and endemic – in every profession, in every community. I even fired my own therapist for not getting it. My tears for _Christy_ were tears of catharsis, yes. But also tears for the broken wings that don’t find flight again. For the stories that do make it, we owe them full-throttle celebration. There are no greater champions than the women who overcome. I usually ask that readers support Blacklisted, but today I would ask that if you have anything to spare, please find your local women’s shelter online, and make a donation for the holidays. The holidays are often the worst time of year for those suffering in a violent home. If you can’t find your local shelter, give to Salvation Army. For anyone reading this affected by the contents, please know: you are not alone. Subscribe now
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November 14, 2025 at 3:16 PM
The Right Room
When I pulled up a chair next to Emily Damari on Sunday in her green room, I thought about that special feeling you have when looking for your place in the world, and someone points and says “you can sit with us”. Damari survived 471 days in Hamas captivity. The most significant thing in her life now, I imagine, is free will. To be able to select what you want to do with your time. Who you want to spend it with. Which rooms you want to be in. Where you fit. This is something gay people know a lot about. I have always thought it’s why so many of us have been leaders in the fight not only for Israel and the Jewish people, but for the survival of the West. “It’s like a miracle that you’re here,” I said. Damari immediately corrected me. “No, it IS a miracle.” Damari is magnificent. That full-body smile she wears, like a gay Julia Roberts, is for a purpose. “The enemy is watching all the time,” she says. “We cannot give them any satisfaction that they have broken us.” When she was onstage on Sunday at the inaugural Pride For Israel conference organized by Stand With US, she told the crowd of LGBT Zionists that when she was being held by Hamas, she tried to educate her captors. “Every time they called me a prisoner, I would tell them, ‘No I’m a hostage’. Prisoners have three meals a day. Prisoners get to flush the toilet. Prisoners get to go outside. Prisoners get to see the sunlight. Prisoners get to call their families. I’m not a prisoner.” Did it annoy her captors? She shrugged. “Sometimes.” I was a panelist at the conference in the morning (video excerpt below). The whole day was inspiring, and harked back to a point of my advocacy that I began with seven or eight years ago when I said that I didn’t want to stay at a party I was no longer invited to. That it is down to Jewish leaders to build our own table where we can sit with each other and not be under threat of exclusion. Specifically I said this to the Jewish gay community. For we know better than anyone. It is written into our history as outsiders who became builders in order to survive and thrive. And as is so often our fate as gays, we experience expulsion first. The hostility of the LGBTQ+ world to Zionism was felt long before many heterosexual Jews woke up. And so it was for Damari in Gaza. She had an experience as a hostage that was quite unlike any other hostage. Although she did not say those words herself, I feel it’s important to point it out. As a lesbian, there was an even greater danger to Damari’s survival in Gaza. Her gay identity had to remain confidential. “You’re 28,” said some of the families she was held by in Gaza. “Why are you single?” Damari blamed her elder brothers, and said they were very strict and would not let her date. “They loved my brothers for that,” she said, and the room roared with laughter. She told a story about how she asked the terrorist guarding her one day what he would do if he found out his brother was gay. She said in a split second he responded: I would kill him. “But he’s your best friend, your brother, you love him.” The response was as immediate and unchanged. To further the psychological torture, the hostages were often made to watch _AlJazeera_ news feeds, featuring the usual pro Hamas angle. One day, the TV was on and there was a report on protests happening for Gaza at Columbia University. Damari saw the “Queers for Palestine” on the TV. “This was insane to me,” she said. “You guys may be for Palestine. But I can tell you, Palestine is not for you.” In the green room, Damari maintained the same quiet yet brimming defiance she displayed onstage. She wanted to tell me that when she was released from Gaza, she had become familiar with my work, among others, and had seen pictures of me in the young adults section of her kibbutz (Kfar Aza) by the house where she was kidnapped. I told her how overwhelmed and grateful I was to discover she had spent so much of her time in captivity with Romi Gonen, whose family members were the first hostage family I met, and whose story I felt deeply connected to. “If it wasn’t so late in Israel,” she said, “I would FaceTime Romi now!” It’s true what they say: that you don’t understand the why until later. For years, we have been cast out of the worlds we once knew, and what’s happened in the end is not our loss, but our incredible gain. We now stand shoulder to shoulder with giants. Those who have lost us are out at sea without such lighthouses. As I left Damari, I said that my wish for her is that she has tenfold the good in every moment of her life going forward to counter all the dark that she endured. At the start of the conference on Sunday, there was a man who shared his Diasporic experience as a gay Jew since October 7 in a profound way. He said: “I took a long time to come out of the gay closet, but after 10/7 I had to go back into a Jewish closet.” Again, I think there is a resilience to gay people that renders us more immediately equipped to resist the idea of hiding ourselves for the sake of pleasing our surrounding society. It’s no coincidence that one of our fiercest non-Jewish allies is Douglas Murray, who is also a proud gay man. On Saturday night, I had the privilege of hearing Murray speak at the PragerU Gala in Beverly Hills. Where would we be without leaders of morality such as Murray, a thinker as prepared to call out the reality of what Mamdani’s election means for future Democrats, as he is prepared to criticize the Right wing pandering to Tucker Carlson amid the Heritage Foundation debacle. Romance and obsession are a fundamental part of being gay. I think potentially the phenomenon known as limerence, too. Because for so much of our lives, it is a fantasy to imagine loving in the same way as the people around us experience love. We owe a great debt of gratitude to our forebears who fought for the rights that straight people have so that we can live our lives with dignity. But I think it’s because we _still_ have to often privately hold onto a dream that is not yet our bold reality that we are primed to build this safer world for us as Jews, as Zionists, as pioneers of Western values, that has come under threat, and has in many places disappeared altogether. Theodor Herzl’s sexuality is undetermined, but he did say “If you will it, it is no dream.” We can lead the reconstruction era. We must. Who else will if we don’t? On Sunday, I shared a room with the likes of Yemeni journalist, Luai Ahmed, and Jerusalem-based _olah_ via South Africa firebrand Bellamy Bellucci; with Iranian Jewish long-standing activist Matthew Nouriel, and LA first generation born unapologetically pro Israel lesbian Tanya Tsikanovsky. These fighters are all key figures of rebuilding our community from ground zero. And the good news is, it’s something we’ve already been doing in all avenues of our lives since we were born. Former friends of mine who have turned nastily antisemitic used to get it actually. They had a song that became a clarion call for the rainbow community, entitled _I Know A Place_. It was ironically inspired by the Pulse nightclub shootings in Orlando in 2016, when an Islamist member of ISIS, Omar Mateen, murdered 49 people in a gay bar. MUNA, however, seem to have glazed over that part in latter years, as they have participated in the charade of “geo-blocking” their music from being played in Israel. I wish they understood their own words, instead of becoming the people they describe. _“ They will try to make you unhappy, don’t let them, They will try to tell you, you’re not free, don’t listen, I know a place where you don’t need protection, Even if it’s only in my imagination.”_ I’m closing a chapter of my life right now. I’m leaving the place I’ve called home for the last six years to build a new one in a different part of the city I love. It’s wild how many people I’ve had over the door here for six years who one day walked out and never came back. Artists who swore the only thing that mattered to them was freedom, yet they have bargained it all away for a cause that is suffocating their agency, even if they don’t yet see it. The strength of the people I no longer have to dream up or imagine – people such as a liberated Emily Damari – remind me to say goodbye to some things. There is no place now for friendships and relationships with people who are too ashamed of the public knowing about our connection. There is no longer a feeling that we are not good enough to be in the lives of those we love. There is no longer an excuse given for those who chose to leave because they couldn’t be as proud to scream about us as we were to scream about them. They have all walked into the wrong room. We are in the right one. _Please support Blacklisted by subscribing for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now
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November 12, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Let them
Mamdani morons
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November 7, 2025 at 3:05 PM
What is Glamour
There is no greater wash of serenity that comes over me quite like the sight of glamour. Whether it’s Grace Kelly in beachwear or Marilyn Monroe smoking cigarettes. Whether it’s Diane Keaton in tailoring or Lady Gaga in meat. Whether it’s Shirley Eaton covered head-to-toe in gold paint, or Pamela Anderson _sans_ make-up. The mere sight of glamorous women offers both escape and that shrieking alarm clock that reminds every one of us to level up wherever we’re at. There’s no ceiling to glamour. Glamour is constantly polishing its edges. Keep up! She waits for no one. I live for it. I live for being a woman. Women are shy to say that these days. Docile people-pleasing women who don’t want to make those who haven’t decided what they are feel uncomfortable. It’s always been an attack to the weak when a woman loves being a woman. So lean in and piss them off. I love waking up in the morning and choosing. Do I want to wear a skirt and pumps or do I want to wear men’s trousers and a wife beater? I can do both. I can do things women 100 years ago wouldn’t dream of doing. That’s progress. That’s living beyond the stereotypes and constrictions of the feminine. That’s defying gender expectations. That’s what we fought for. Glamour. Madonna once asked: _Do you know what it feels like for a girl?_ The only people who know are born women. We know what it feels like, and we know that this isn’t it: This is _not_ what we fought for. This feels like hell. It feels like gaslighting. For those who don’t know: “dolls” is a term used for transwomen, rooted in ballroom culture. This feels like women are being replaced by men playing dress-up and cheapening femininity to trashy stereotypes most commonly sold by prostitutes for the pleasure of men. It has NOTHING to do with women, or female glamour, or empowerment. It’s the opposite of freedom. It’s the chains of plastic surgery, of augmented tits, of perfect symmetrical facial features, of over-plumped lips, of accentuated hips. We’re supposed to be past an idea of the female prototype promoted by unimaginative men. The year is no longer 2025, but 1925. Everything women have done to build our own magazines, advocate for our own diversity, critique our own impossible beauty standards, and celebrate our own beauty beyond the Barbie box is being incinerated via the unhinged ego trips of trans activists. These born biological males want not just to take Barbie out of her box, but to be photographed as her on the cover of our magazines. Apparently plastic is evil and pollutes, unless it’s this. The trans activists pictured here have the most reductive ideas about what it means to be a woman - because no matter how much surgery, or how many drugs they take, they are not biological women. They are men aspiring to be women in the most extreme ways. “It’s someone who identifies as being a woman!” they scream. No, honey. That’s not what a woman is. A woman is a human being born with a vagina, who will grow a pair of breasts but not before experiencing a finite window of opportunity for blissful ignorance ahead of being struck down with periods, potential eating disorders and misogyny. Don’t you miss the days when women’s magazines suggested some mild anorexia? If you don’t bleed like us then you are not us. You are an imitation. Sometimes a very successful one. I respect it, but the respect has to go both ways. _Glamour UK_ hasn’t been a bastion of progress for us girls, to be fair. It has engaged for decades in selling a rakish thinness and a disappearing brow to women that is unobtainable for most. And yet, at least these ideals were being sold by women. Now they have given up on women altogether and decided that nine people who were born as biological men can do femininity better than we can. I have had it up to the top of Amy Winehouse’s beehive (may she – and it – rest in peace) of this too often selfish, too regularly violent, too _de rigeur_ bullying, too consequentially power-hungry, too by proxy women-hating movement that is trans activism. I’d have preferred if _Glamour UK_ had put Harry Styles dressed as Dorothy in the Wizard Of Oz on the cover, because that would have been more honest. If trans activism was primarily about guaranteeing people with body dysphoria visibility to gain access to medical care and fair and equal policy etc, and if trans activists were truly in thrall to their female icons, then there would be no _Glamour UK_ cover. _Glamour UK_ was a women’s magazine. It was not a trans magazine. It was not a queer magazine. It was for girls. There should be a sense of ceremony, and a sense of place. Serena Williams was never trying to appear on the cover of _Men ’s Health_. We have _Women ’s Health_ for that. There are plenty magazines that can host this cover: _Them_ being the prime choice. Trans activism should not be about taking up space that biological women have fought tooth and nail for. Yet, trans activism seems preoccupied with that above all else. When I was 14, buying _Mizz_ or _Just Seventeen,_ I wanted to see Kate Moss’s clavicle competing with her cheek bones on the cover. I wanted to see Erin O’Connor’s anti-smile in pipe jeans. I wanted to see Naomi Campbell’s skin. I wanted to see every kind of femininity dripping off the glossy pages. I wanted to see something untouchable but aspirational. I wanted to see the Amazons of today, warriors of the millennial era, defining the style and attitude of the moment for W O M E N. I cannot imagine being a teenage girl, picking up a copy of _Glamour UK_ ’s “Women of the Year”, and seeing that. That is nothing for teenage me to hope for - to grow up to be. Teenage me would have run for the fucking hills. I didn’t want to dress like that, talk like that, or think like that, because that had nothing to do with me. What are women’s magazines if not for women? Or are we going to bargain our visibility away for the sake of the demands of those who claim that nobody can see or hear their overt and very loud displays? It’s a nonsense performance that nobody is buying. Last night, Hollywood’s most talked-about actress Sydney Sweeney was recognized at a _Variety_ Women Of Power event, in which she is promoting her movie about the life of boxing champion and domestic violence survivor, Christy Martin. She gave a powerful and respectful speech onstage about the importance of the storytelling. She was capital-G Glamour in a sheer silver dress. And yet, her appearance was overshadowed by criticism for wearing said dress due to the… Well what exactly? The woman part. Her dress was wrong because she’s hot, and women are no longer allowed to be hot. Sweeney is a bombshell. It’s threatening because it’s proof that half the population are still born as women, and many thrive as such. Forever it has been a threat to men. It’s just that the men who are now threatened are arguing that they’re not men, but women. The real women. No - the best women. _Glamour UK_ puts nine trans activists on the cover for “Women of the Year” but Sydney Sweeney is hated for being drop dead gorgeous. The mainstream is peak sexism once again. The only people not allowed to look good as women are women. Trans activism holds more blame than the old-fashioned men right now. I almost miss them. Last time I wrote for _Glamour UK_ I was invited to pen an op-ed about the lack of female representation at music festivals. In my piece I wrote the following about headlining slots, but now it appears to apply to the front cover of the magazine itself only two and a half years later… > Sexism is the oldest prejudice in the world, and its tentacles are institutionalized at every level. And while booking men may be considered a safer commercial choice, attitudes will not change until women are booked in equal measure, and audiences become as accustomed to seeing them on the same stages at the same times as their male counterparts. Had Glastonbury elected Lizzo over Axl Rose and his grizzly friends, I highly doubt they would be looking at a depletion in ticket sales. But that’s not really the problem. The problem is that the music industry is more comfortable with men and misogyny. It doesn’t just value women less, it robs women of their value, and that hasn’t changed just because of the Me Too movement. Did the Me Too movement even scratch the paint in the music world? No. Because rock’n’roll is predicated on victimizing, sexualizing and minimizing the power of women. > > Ten years ago I was working at _NME_. It’s hard for me to believe that it was as little as a decade ago that the norm at a British music institution would be for daily battles about why more women should headline festivals. If we protested too much that we wanted to see ourselves represented in female acts on the cover of the magazine we were making it would be standard to be accused of having a “feminist agenda” (as though that were a bad thing!). And yet, here we are, back there, and maybe worse for having had a conversation time and again that the industry is now squarely deciding to do nothing about. It should say a lot about the culture in-house at _NME_ that justifying a female-led cover was such a war at the time that in 2014 we only had one cover of a weekly magazine owned entirely by a woman, and that was St Vincent for an Album of the Year issue (one that was always a commercial shoe-in because you could guarantee an audience for _NME_ ’s end-of-year list issue). > > We are still talking about this because the risks are still not being taken, and the men are still saying no, still limiting our opportunities, still keeping a ceiling over our aspirations. As women, we’ve proven ourselves. We’ve proven that we can write music, produce music, perform music, write about music. But we will continue to face this problem so long as the attitudes of the institutions aren’t challenged by emboldened decision-making by those in positions of influence. Women aren’t a flash in the pan, we’re not a fad to be placated, we’re not playing guitar well considering we’re girls, and we’re not here for brief reparations and consolation prizes after we enjoyed a ripple of a moment in 2018 when the New York Times broke the Harvey Weinstein story. For several millennia we’ve been treated as second class citizens. What we are witnessing here is a return backwards. It is not progress if we are left asking whether women’s magazines are no longer able to put women on the cover. In the _Wall Street Journal_ yesterday, it was reported that new evidence has emerged to prove that the trans surge we have seen in the last decade is a result of “social contagion”, and not a reflection of an uptick in medically defined body dysphoria. “The surge in transgender identification in recent years wasn’t the revelation of a hidden biological truth,” says the report. “It was a social phenomenon shaped by imitation, ideology and institutional reinforcement.” Magazines like _Glamour UK_ are responsible for the reinforcement of a delusion that is actively erasing everything feminists have battled for. I would like everyone to be free and happy in their choices, but this is not that. This is not equal. This is daylight robbery. * * * If you have yet to stream it, _PragerU_ featured me in their “Stories Of Us” series this Tuesday, and the link to view that is here. I’m bowled over that over half a million people have already watched it. 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October 31, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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October 30, 2025 at 3:01 PM
Lily Allen's Confessional Masterpiece
Sometimes people do really shitty things. The shittiest is when the person you really want to not be shit does it; the person you’re in love with. David Harbour clearly did a really shitty thing to Lily Allen, and it probably wasn’t the first time he did it, but the big mistake was when he did it to her. David Harbour must have forgotten the person _he_ fell in love with was Lily Allen. Maybe he thought Lily Allen had stopped writing pop songs, or would never record a pop album again, because she’d be so blissfully happy being married to such a _mature and esteemed actor_ _in a dream palace in New York City_ that her own history would no longer matter. Her voice. Her art. Her experience. Maybe David Harbour felt invincible until yesterday. Sounds like he had some spellbinding power over her. But oh dear, David. It’s clear you massively underestimated your ex-wife Lily Allen. “It makes me really sad,” she says in the opening track of _West End Girl_. Ugh what a title. She’s not a New York City gal, David. She grew up down Portobello Road, mate. Riding bicycles in prom dresses with her Reebok Classics on. Hoop earrings that make your ear lobes itch. She’s a leading lady of the London theater, David. She’s been stalking Dean Street at night since she was a teenager. She’s ours, you prick. You’ll never get anyone cooler. Halfway through the chirpy opening track for her _second_ post-divorce album, but her first befitting of the (air-quotes) adjective ‘concept’, the song breaks for a phone call with Him. And just like that, her voice goes from normal to crestfallen, as she’s receiving word that her husband wants to be in an open marriage. _How … how will it work? _She asks. Fourteen songs later, we find out it won’t. When does it ever? And what’s the point of building something beautiful with your person just to smash it to smithereens because of the cowardice of not facing your addictions? Was it worth it? When Lily started to grow thinner around 2020, I wondered about things. And no, I’m not “thin-shaming”. I’m observing. It was a chic thin. She looks to die for. I pondered if it was for her, or for him, or for both of them, or maybe a way of dealing with being her with him. If you know what I mean. Sometimes when people are in bad situations they forget life’s simple pleasures, like a meal. She looked unbelievable. I just wondered in the way we do about famous people we have no business dissecting with a surgical knife. Speaking of, it’s weird to write this piece. It is none of my business what went on between Lily Allen and David Harbour, but Lily Allen has - once again on her fifth album – sacrificed her privacy to expunge her pain. _“ You won’t love me/You won’t leave me” _she sings, trapped, and divulging all the sordid details of a one-sided poly-amorous relationship with a very talented actor, who was - turns out - talented at acting. She’s destroyed it; the appeal of non-monogamy, along with his family man reputation. She’s busted open a much-needed conversation about what (technically) consenting adults are doing to one another behind closed doors. It’s an intense listen. Brutal. Beautiful. I feel proud of her if that’s even allowed. And disgusted by him. She’s not bitter. She has every right to be. She understands his pain, too. Of course she does. That’s why she put up with it for so long. God, people are so broken. He probably felt undeserving. So he became undeserving. Envy usually in the mix, too. _“ Who’s Madeleine?” _she asks in spoken word between sing-songs on __ ‘Tennis’. “(_No, but who is Madeline, actually?) ” _The questions and anxieties that constantly puzzle and torment the committed wife to a straying husband. It’s always some European or ‘exotic’ name staring back like an alien from outer space. Welcome to the twilight zone, sound-tracked by spacious electronics and Allen’s airy vocals. On ‘Ruminating’, ‘Pussy Palace’ and ‘4chan stan’, she’s the detective, discovering her husband’s sex addiction. Proof of cheating beyond the scope of what they’d agreed post-marriage, after he first cheated. It’s insane. Critics are calling it gob-smacking, but I don’t know. I found it not shocking. I found it routine. Society has surrendered romance for consumption and control, and true hearts get caught up in the warfare. > _I found a shoebox full of handwritten letters > From brokenhearted women wishing you could have been better > Sheets pulled off the bed, they’re strewn all on the floor > Long black hair, probably from the night before > Duane Reade bag with the handles tied > Sex toys, butt plugs, lube inside > Hundreds of Trojans_, _you ’re so fucking broken, > How did I get caught up in your double life.” _ [‘Pussy Palace’] Double lives aren’t uncommon. Hiding in plain sight is easy for the experts. I barely know a happy couple, or even a couple. There are more than two people in the bed. They’re not really together. Or it depends who you talk to. It’s a _situation_. A tower of lies, hidden from those it harms. The hiding is not to protect a heart. It’s to safeguard a sickness they refuse to cure, a cycle that’s theirs to break, the coping mechanisms that simmer on the stove and explode every time they forget to set the timer. _“ You keep me in the dark, tell yourself it’s kind/Protect me from the pain, meanwhile, I’m losing my mind.” _[‘Just Enough’]. This kind of forensic honesty will be a mirror to many. But will it be David Harbour’s? Some addicts seem to defy rock bottom. On the least sexily titled ‘Nonmonogamummy’, Lily Allen explores entertaining the game of being open, and how David Harbour sold her a dream life that turned into something else. They built an illusion to shatter it. But to her it felt real. I’m sure plenty of it was. And yet the gaslighting is murderous on the soul. How did Lily Allen wind up here? I don’t know. There’s a pattern. People in the public eye become attached to controlling their image. Fame imprisons them. Especially women who have to protect themselves from quadruple the scrutiny. A feeling of exposure often results. They surround themselves with yes types. The prison gets more comfortable. It’s a stunningly furnished life sentence that warrants a search for safety in all the wrong places. Familiar toxicity can at first feel like happy-ever-after, but it turns into a quiet exile. Fear of abandonment, perpetual loneliness are driving forces. The entry way is always striking. The table settings are worthy of _Architectural Digest_. Even the garnish on the parfait is aesthetically enviable. Nothing feels as divine as it looks. _“ I’ve become invisible, stuck here in my palace I’m so fucking miserable, in my rabbit hole, yeah I’m Alice” _[‘Let You W/In’] I believe open relationships and marriages are wrong. It’s how everyone gets hurt. _“ You give me just enough/Hope to hold on to nothing” _[‘Just Enough’]. It’s never about protection. It’s about danger. It’s never not a power struggle. It’s never not a place to hide from vulnerability. Lily Allen has just ended the “progressive” spin on polyamory for good. Open relationships are emotional terrorism. It’s a lack of willingness for one person to give as much as they take. It’s a fear of commitment. It’s an allergic reaction to intimacy. It’s a failure to deal with dishonesty/shame/sex addiction/control issues - CONTROL - and projecting that onto a devalued partner who fears the exact same things (abandonment, isolation, intimacy) but deals with it in the opposite way. The partner compromises too much, pleases too much, becomes suffocating and suffocated. They know that a “boundary” is not a healthy ask, but a ten-foot emotional wall above the fireplace. They want a bond of mutual sacrifice, trust and what’s the word… LOVE. The open relationship dudes leave a trail of dark receipts: underrage prostitutes, multiple pregnancies, recycled sex toys. They lure in phenomenal independent women; ice queens of modern compartmentalization. Yet on the inside they’re screaming. Lily Allen perfectly dissects the unequal reparations. She is the emotional caretaker who manages the arrangement and absorbs his shame and her jealousy (_“ I’ll schedule your dates, I’ll clean up your mess”_). She exposes the hypocrisy of “ethical” non-monogamy where one partner’s “freedom” is the other’s servitude. She’s the adult consumed, claustrophobic, paranoid, hyper vigilant. Putting together timelines, instead of sinking into the couch of matrimony. He’s like a spoiled brat. A fruit and nutcase. She’s left managing chronic anxiety. Women are always punished for airing their wounds. Especially by other women. You can look hotter than ever. You can have statuesque pins and gorgeous hair and age-defying skin and zero % natural body fat. You can do it all up to hide the cage you’ve made for yourself but it’s not till you get real, till you get honest, till you rip your heart open and face yourself in the mirror that you can slice the lid off and show how strong you had to be to be in that fucked-up outwardly beautiful containment. Control the narrative. Call the paparazzi. _Flash click._ Make it look how you want but… what if the walls could talk? The perfect image is usually pretty ugly but nobody sees it until it’s broken you. I have so much respect for famous women who aren’t afraid of candor. Who end the facade. Who don’t draw the curtains, but rip them down. And no one does candor like Lily Allen. She survived where so many others literally died. Amy Winehouse. Caroline Flack. Peaches Geldof. I worked in music at a time when candor was cache. Now people are frightened of it. When I talked to Lily over the years, off record and on, her candor was special. Shocking, in fact. _Are you sure you want to be saying this?_ I’d think. She’s inspired me for 20 years. When ‘Smile’ came out, I saw her sing it at T In The Park in the summer of 2006, the weekend it hit #1. She’s blazed the trail. Her memoirs made me want to write a book. I’ve loved her forever. This fucking guy. And by the way David Harbour, it could have been worse than this. It’s so graceful - the album. She loves him, that’s why. She sees him. She knows he suffers even though he put her through hell. What a bloody idiot he is. Why is commitment such a struggle for people who say they want security? _“ It is what it is,” _she sings on the grand finale ‘Fruityloop’. “ _You ’re a mess. I’m a bitch.”_ The track reminds me of Groove Armada’s ‘At The River’, infamous for sound-tracking adverts by Marks & Spencers that sold domestic bliss in the form of creamy mushroom pasta sauce. “ _You ’re a mess. I’m a bitch.”_ It’s an important line. It will save her some of the tabloid blame, owning her own faults. You have to be bad too if you’re a woman if you ever dare to write about your life. Otherwise you’re the bitch they get to define. Or worse: you’re the victim and the world’s chorus will remind you. But this isn’t Lily Allen’s fault. _“ Wish I could fix all your shit, but all your shit’s yours to fix” _is the revelation that brings the light back in. The chorus comes in like a final unchaining of the heart’s shackles, with a reference to her second album title. "_It ’s not me, it’s you_”, she sings. Every listener punches the air. Tell him, babe. Where she used to stick her middle finger up, now she doesn’t need to. She just eviscerates with truth. Lily, you deserve all the prizes for this. You also deserve healing. I’m so sorry. But if it’s any consolation: you’ve still got it. Better than ever. Subscribe now
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October 30, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Death Star of David
I didn’t know this person in the video to follow was an actor. I judged her solely on all the other tells; her designer keffiyeh (looks silk?), her refined Irish accent, her jewels and fancy watch, the self-importance it took her to appear on a podcast and start preaching about something she admits she doesn’t even understand. All these things tell me she belongs to the community of the righteous aka the reality-divorced gentrified city-dwellers who have never held down proper jobs and glean all of their purpose from performing intellect. You’ll love this: So this is Denise Gough. She’s an actor, who IMdb tells me stars in a _Star Wars_ spin-off series named _Andor_. Therefore it’s concerning that _my_ understanding of the Death Star is better than hers. As the preamble goes: A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… “Free Palestine” is the QAnon of the Left, and everyone who supports it is doing some version of this word gumbo. It all points in the same direction. There’s a utopia but it only exists once the Jews are blasted into space. Notice the way she says “Palestine”, with marvel in her voice. Palestine signifies so much to her, bless her. Nothing to do with actual Palestinians, no. Talk about colonial mindsets. No, to Denise, Palestine is heaven, Palestine is the answer. Wait actually, Palestine is destiny. It’s funny this holistic view of Palestine, because it’s accurate, from the point of view that it does not exist. Palestine is as fictional as Darth Vader himself, and people who are struggling with reality often turn to make-believe to cope with it. For these Western luvvies, Palestine is therapy. It’s their crutch to deal with the ensuing societal breakdown happening left, right and center. “Oh if only we could free Palestine!” they scream. These dolts think they hate religion but what they preach is deeply Messianic. Many Jew haters insist they don’t hate Jews. They really like us! What they dislike is when our ideas and our values somehow obstruct theirs. So in post-BLM Marxist American leftism, the Jews are the arbiters of capitalism. For the Muslims, the Jews are lying and treacherous and have been plotting to destroy Islam. In every group it is righteous to destroy the perception of Jewish power and security. This blonde Irish lady knows bugger all about most anything, but she is very attached to the idea that Israel is the issue. She feels elevated just saying it. Spouting nonsense makes her high. She resembles a drug addict because conspiracy is drug-like in its pleasure-seeking. By now you will all be aware of two stories that have solidified where the UK has landed post-October 7. The UK is obsessionally and disproportionately focused on its 200,000 Jews. Two stories emerged before the weekend, both amounting to the same thing. The sight of a Jewish person is a provocation in the UK, and the small print is that British police are not equipped to deal with how and why. Therefore, they are shifting the blame onto the future victims instead of dealing with the perpetrators. Why? Because the perpetrators are Muslims, and it’s “Islamophobic” to say so. It is Islamophobic to talk plainly about the Muslim Members of Parliament who abused their positions of power to vote for a decision by the West Midlands police in Birmingham (a city that is now at least 30% Muslim) to **ban** all fans of the Israeli football team Maccabi Tel Aviv from attending their match against Aston Villa at Villa Park on November 6. See Jihad isn’t just car-rammings and stabbing attacks at synagogues. It’s also institutionalized and wears suits and ties. Instead of holding the match without an audience, the match will not be attended by “away” fans because the police don’t want another Amsterdam pogrom, and won’t admit that the Muslim fans would cause one. It’s not an accident that the UK police are taking a position on Jews being the issue of “public safety”. Make Jewish people appear as the by-proxy threat to British society, all 200,000 of them. Pure diversion. Pure antisemitism. What about policing those threatening the Jews? If they threaten us, they’ll be threatening to everyone else. So too Emily Damari: survived Hamas captivity but she cannot safely travel to the UK to watch her favorite team play a football match. This should be a national disgrace but Britain can’t get it together to stop the runaway train from reaching its terminal… The latest update today is that the Tel Aviv club have declined the ticket allocation for their fans. The bullies won. And they’re not stopping here. (This second slide is a joke - for now) The second story to emerge was arguably even more shocking. A Jewish man arrested at a Free Palestine march, for wearing a Star of David. The man who was arrested was detained for ten hours. It was deemed a dangerous act, that would incite violence. Again, why’s that? Could it be that the police know that the Free Palestine marches are and were just marches promoting Jew hatred? That they were a permissible group intimidation exercise against Jews? In the UK it is now incitement of violence for Jews to wear Stars of David. In the UK, it is now Islamophobic to resist the banning of Jews from public events. But this isn’t just about Jews. Britain is sprinting into a dark, dark age. It is being dominated by an extremism that it is not even willing to acknowledge, never mind fight. It’s unimaginable to think that this is the same country that faced Nazi Germany. A country where it’s dangerous for Jewish people to wear a symbol, to go to synagogue, to attend a football match, to attend a school. Perhaps some of you may know that the word Islam translates in English to “surrender” or “submission”. The word “Islamophobia” is a device that appears to police prejudice but is - in fact - suppressing criticism of this extremism. It is not the same as - say - describing an act of racism against Muslims, ie, an intentional attack on a mosque. Christopher Hitchens warned us in 2009. He warned us not to surrender, and he also predicted that it would be the Christian and Jewish leaders who would fall foul and “hold open the gates”. Since the Manchester Jihad attack, the UK Board of Deputies have invited an Imam to their interfaith plenary. The fools should watch this: With every march for Palestine that continues to go ahead, the British authorities run along their already well-trodden path of surrender to this ideology. Every time, the responses will become more extreme. In turn more useful morons will be radicalized. It is a problem that is fast spinning out of control. As Trump has demonstrated in America and the Middle East, solutions come through strength. But does the UK have any leaders strong enough to save the country from appeasing these extremists? Tomorrow is my birthday which is my opportunity to impart some light to assuage all this bleakness. As the moon waxes and wanes, so does the society surrounding us expand and shrink. I think of Israel and Zionism as the center of gravity. It is the pull that brings us back to one of the most ancient civilizations. It is the soul recognition of where our ancient blood lines have traveled from. The further society floats away from its core, the more conspiratorial and the crazier it grows. But when chaos subsides and society is calling home again, it will return to where it began. The Jewish people merely have a head start. There may be only a fraction of British people who are Jewish, but Britain will ignore them at its peril. By design, too many are starry-eyed and distracted by their mythical Palestine… _Please support my work for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now
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October 30, 2025 at 3:01 PM