by Amal Zadok
Benjamin Netanyahu is furious. Again. This time, his greatest enemy isn’t the international press, the United Nations, or even the protests erupting around the world—it’s the supposed “bots” he claims are flooding social media to “attack Israel.” He growls that no one can “win” this online battle, insisting that faceless machines are smearing his nation’s name. But let’s call this what it really is: a desperate attempt to dismiss the tidal wave of human conscience rising against his regime’s atrocities.
Netanyahu, Butcher of Gaza, the people flooding social media with outrage are not bots. They are mothers who see images of slaughtered Palestinian children and can’t stay silent. They are Jewish dissidents in Tel Aviv who shout “Not in our name!” through the haze of police tear gas. They are Christians, Muslims, atheists, and humanists from every continent who can no longer look away as Gaza is bombed into dust. This is not artificial intelligence—this is moral intelligence. It’s the human soul saying “enough.”
When you call us “bots,” you reduce humanity to code so you can sleep through the screams you helped unleash. You pretend empathy is an algorithm, that conscience can be programmed, and that what you face online is some kind of cyber-plot rather than the righteous indignation of billions who see your cruelty unmasked. But the truth is simpler and infinitely more damning: the world has watched, in real time, as your government has committed one of the most heavily documented atrocities of the 21st century.
For two years Gaza has been turned into a mass graveyard. Journalists, doctors, and children—buried under the euphemisms of “defense” and “security.” But the Palestinians’ genocide started in 1948. Meanwhile, settlers terrorize families in the West Bank, emboldened by a regime that has long since traded democracy for domination. And still, the Israeli government pleads victimhood. Still, Netanyahu cries that he’s under “attack” because ordinary people online dare to speak truth.
He is right about one thing, though: he can’t win the social media war. That battle was lost the moment real-time images of Gaza streamed into every phone on Earth. The moment children’s names became hashtags, when funerals turned into viral protests, when the distinction between “here” and “there” collapsed into one shared horror. You cannot bomb the internet. You cannot censor the instinct of humans to recoil in disgust from state-sanctioned murder.
We are your enemies, Mr. Netanyahu—because decent human beings are and must be the enemies of the brutal Zionist, apartheid regime you have built and represent. We are the universal army of the decent—the sons and daughters of humanity who refuse to let genocide hide behind the language of defense. You have weaponized fear and faith long enough. You turned a nation born from the memory of persecution into a machine of oppression. But today, no propaganda, no lobby, no media spin can shield you from moral exposure.
Your frustration is the sound of truth breaking through the walls of deception. And though your drones may flatten Gaza’s skyline, your words are the ones collapsing under history’s judgment. You can keep calling us “bots.” We will keep calling you what you are: a war criminal terrified of human compassion.
History is awake now, and it is not on your side.
What Netanyahu cannot grasp is that technology has turned silence into extinction. Every bomb he drops is filmed. Every broken body finds a face and a name. His narrative—carefully scripted for decades—has evaporated under the cold lens of evidence, where mountains of rubble and rivers of blood refute his every word. The young no longer see two equal sides locked in conflict; they see the powerful brutalizing the powerless.
His regime can flood television screens with polished spokespersons and carefully rehearsed talking points, but humanity has already switched to livestreams and truth unfiltered.
He hides behind old slogans—“security,” “terrorism,” “defense”—as if these words can still hypnotize the world into obedience. But language is no longer under his command. Every euphemism now echoes like an indictment.
To the millions filling the streets from London to Jakarta, New York to Santiago, he appears not as a statesman but as a relic, a fossil of cruelty who mistook fear for legitimacy. The global awakening he mocks as “bots” is in fact a revolution of moral clarity.
He can jail dissidents, kill and block journalists; he can order raids and authorize bombings. But he cannot imprison the internet, nor erase the collective memory that has been born out of suffering. The images he tries to drown in propaganda have become the symbols of a reckoning greater than himself. They are reminders that power built on dehumanization always collapses under the weight of its own horror.
Even now, as his coalition clings to extremist partners and his government trembles under international investigation, Netanyahu still brandishes paranoia like a sword. He rants about conspiracies, about “foreign manipulation,” about “digital antisemitism.” But the truth consuming him is simpler: the conscience of humanity cannot be intimidated. It is not antisemitic to reject his genocide; it is profoundly human.
He built his empire on the illusion that domination could last forever, that occupation could hide behind victimhood, and that history would always look away. But history is watching now—watching live, watching in high definition, watching from every time zone—and history is recording every word he utters and every bomb he authorizes. No leader can survive that kind of scrutiny when his power depends on the destruction of children.
So, Netanyahu, when you curse the “bots,” understand who you are really cursing. You are condemning the conscience of humanity itself. You are raging against the cry of life that will not be silenced. You are shouting at the mirrors of truth that reflect not lies, but your legacy: a leader so consumed by power that he mistook empathy for an enemy army.
And one day, when your name is recited by future generations, it will not be as the great defender of a nation, or the strongman who “kept Israel safe.” It will be recited with the same trembling revulsion that history reserves for tyrants who mistook their weapons for wisdom. You will be remembered not as the man who fought “terror,” but as the architect of suffering, the Butcher of Gaza who mistook the world’s collective heartbreak for robots.
And when that history is written, your greatest fear will come true: the world will know that it was never “bots” that defeated you. It was humanity itself—tired of blood, tired of lies, and unwilling any longer to bow before murder dressed as politics. The people rose, the truth prevailed, and your empire of fear was buried beneath the rubble of Gaza and the weight of your own deceit.
That is the verdict history will render: in the end, no tyrant survives the truth.
FREE PALESTINE!!
THE WHOLE WORLD NOW RAISES AGAINST THE TYRANT, HIS REGIME, AND HIS ENABLERS AND SUPPORTERS.
THE TIME IN HISTORY FOR RECKONING HAS ARRIVED FOR YOU, BUTCHER OF GAZA!.
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