Two years of blood and rubble in Gaza, and still Netanyahu beats his war drums like a desperate street performer who knows that if he stops banging, the crowd might finally walk away. Only here, the “crowd” is not admirers—it’s corpses, refugees, and a world staring at Israel’s moral collapse in real time. The irony is so sharp you could cut glass with it: Israel has “conquered” Gaza for the second time in as many years, yet still has no plan for what comes after. No governance strategy, no recovery strategy—just endless rubble and a permanent funeral procession. A Super Sparta , Netanyahu boasts, as if economic isolation and cultural boycotts were badges of honor. But perhaps the most bitter lesson is this: while Europe slowly peels away from Israel, while campuses in America explode with protest, the Sunni Arab capitals sit quietly polishing their Abraham Accord handshakes. Riyadh, Abu Dhabi, Rabat—nodding along as if Gaza were just an unfortunate weather report from a neigh...