Sharing this. I’m writing this for myself. I have no illusions that it will change a single mind. That would require the presence of one. I’m sick of it. Every time I post something, anything, the same miserable little army shows up to remind me that I’m Jewish. Thank you. I had almost forgotten. Who hires you, people? Is there a payroll department? Do you get dental? Or do you simply wake up every morning, stretch, have a coffee and wonder which Jew you can harass today? Some of you are bots. Frankly, the bots have an excuse. They were programmed to be stupid. What’s yours? I’m fascinated by the extraordinary moral vanity of people who claim to care deeply about humanity while spending their afternoons hounding Jews on Facebook. You apparently love humans. Just not certain members of it. You lecture about genocide while fantasizing about the disappearance of an entire people. You preach tolerance with the enthusiasm of a medieval inquisitor. You champion human rights, provided the humans meet your rather selective criteria. Perhaps your obsession with accusing Jews of genocidal intent is simply projection. It is easier to condemn in others what you secretly harbour in yourself. And the intellectual laziness is breathtaking. You’ve swallowed every conspiracy theory, recycled every antisemitic cliché and somehow emerged convinced you’re the smartest person in the room. You aren’t even the smartest person in my comment section, and that’s a competitive field. You don’t know history. You know stupid slogans from Instagram. You don’t understand geopolitics. And apparently you think repeating something six thousand times makes it true. Here’s another thought. If every subject, from politics to a photograph of Sephora, to my makeup tips, eventually leads you back to Jews, perhaps the obsession isn’t mine. Do you ever examine yourselves? Does it occur to you that your spectacular self-righteousness might be concealing something considerably uglier? I doubt it. Self-reflection requires a functioning mirror and a willingness to look. So fuck off. Find another hobby. Take up gardening. Read a book about mindfulness and kindness. Seek professional help. Just get off my wall.

Always and forever!