Imagine you’re Palestinian, and your family, your friends, your people are being exterminated. Now, imagine you’re living in the West, watching from a distance as they turn your homeland into a massacre playground. Picture the fat cats in Europe and the U.S. rubbing their hands as they sip champagne, all while the endless cycle of violence fuels their weapons deals and stock prices.
Imagine being kicked off your land, starved and left to die of thirst. Imagine you’re Lebanese, and your country is being turned into a target practice zone. Or Syrian. Or Yemeni. Bombs, bullets, and broken buildings. Just another day. Oh, and if you’re Muslim? Well, doesn’t matter where you live—you’re watching your brothers and sisters get slaughtered with complete impunity.
Now imagine being any of these people and seeing the world split into two teams: those who back the butchers, and those who tut-tut from the sidelines but won’t lift a damn finger. Imagine watching as the same maniacs who sodomize and torture prisoners on camera walk free, not a single consequence in sight.
Oh, and here’s a nice bonus: those who tell your story—the journalists—well, they’re on the hit list too. The medics trying to save your life? Targets. The aid workers bringing food? Fair game. And while you watch your country burn, the aggressor’s wives and kids are off on cruises, toasting to the carnage like it’s some macabre tourist attraction.
Now, here’s the real kicker: while you’re scraping for survival, the same people who bombed your city are running ads in their newspapers, selling houses in the shiny new colonies they’re building over the rubble of your home.
And you? You’re left impotent, boiling in silence, as the world watches laughing videos of them desecrating graves, razing homes, destroying schools, mosques, and hospitals.
International law? United Nations resolutions? Pfft. They wipe their feet with those. And don’t even get me started on the International Criminal Court. The whole world just shrugs while these guys make a joke of it all.
And here comes the cherry on top: you see economic sanctions slapped on Russia like a stern schoolteacher wagging their finger, but the same global community rolls out the red carpet for your aggressor. Eurovision? Olympic Games? Champions League? Fly that flag high, baby! But Russia? Nope, they can’t even enter a chess tournament.
Only one country dares stand up militarily against them, and—get this—it gives a heads-up before it strikes to make sure nobody gets hurt. And yet, when this happens, the same world that stood silent during genocide clutches its pearls and howls in outrage.
So, they tell you to embrace radicalism. Fight the enemy, they say. On the frontlines or behind enemy lines, take your pick.
Now, imagine you’re in the West. Imagine the moral high ground you’ll have when you lecture countries like Afghanistan, North Korea, Russia, or Venezuela about respecting international law and human rights.
Imagine who’s really profiting from this spiraling chaos: those old «crusaders» in Europe and America, laughing all the way to the bank.
You don’t need to imagine it anymore. You already know where this bloody future is heading, thanks to the present we’re living in.