A Modest Proposal for Fact-Based Fucking Journalism And
Why Your News Desk Belongs in a Tel Aviv Brothel
To
the Editors, Producers, and Talking Heads,
Let's
be frank. Your coverage of the ongoing genocide in Palestine is suffering from
a critical lack of access. You're stuck in conference rooms in Egypt, trying to
ascertain the truth by interviewing the arsonist about his feelings on
flammable materials. This method is clearly not working. You need to get closer
to the source—to the wellspring of creative fiction where the real narratives
are forged not in press briefings, but in moments of unvarnished, post-coital
honesty. What follows is a simple, two-part primer to correct your course:
first, a diagnosis of the psychological ops you're peddling, and second, a
modest proposal for relocating your entire operation to the one place in Tel
Aviv where the truth is ever spoken aloud.
8th October 2025
Time 14:37
Africa
The Psychological Theatre of Bullshit: A Primer for the Complicit
To all the journalists, the analysts, the "experts"
sitting in air-conditioned rooms, parsing the words of "senior
officials" and reporting on "cautious optimism"—you are not
observers. You are participants in a sophisticated psychological operation
designed to exhaust the truth into submission.
You have the two documents. You've seen the evidence. You know
the foundation of this entire conflict is a colonial lie, built on a stolen
land, sustained by a fabricated history, and paid for with the blood of the
indigenous. You've read the genetic studies that prove Palestinian lineage to
the Canaanites. You've seen the archival proof of the Balfour deception. You
know the "Khazarian hypothesis" and the fact that the dominant
demographic in Israel are European converts with no ancestral claim to the
land.
Yet, you report on the "peace process" as if it's a
negotiation between two legitimate, equal parties. It is not.
It is a negotiation between the owner of a house and the squatter who has a gun
to a child's head inside,
with mediators begging the squatter to maybe leave one room in exchange for not
killing the child today.
The psychological tactics being employed in this theatre are not
new, but they are being perfected in real time:
1. The Manufacture of Moral Equivalence:
This is the primary weapon. By framing Hamas and Israel as two
"sides" with conflicting "interpretations" of a peace plan,
you erase the foundational power dynamic. One is a nuclear-armed, US-funded
colonial state built on ethnic cleansing. The other is a resistance movement,
born from the rubble of that cleansing, in a besieged open-air prison. To
report on their "disagreements" over "withdrawal maps" and
"timetables" is a profound act of intellectual and moral cowardice.
It is like reporting on a debate between a serial killer and his victim about
the appropriate speed for the knife.
2. The Weaponization of Bureaucratic Language:
"Phased withdrawals." "Disarmament
mechanisms." "Security guarantees." This language is designed to
anaesthetize the conscience. It turns a genocidal, 75-year campaign of
displacement into a technical problem to be solved by flowcharts. It
deliberately obscures the raw, screaming truth: that this is about whether a
people, whose ancestors have lived on that land for millennia, have the right
to exist freely in their own home, or whether they will be permanently
subjugated or erased to maintain a racist ethnostate.
3. The Performance of "Optimism":
The "cautious optimism" cited by Israeli media is a
pressure valve. It is released strategically to deflate global outrage and
provide cover for politicians. It creates the illusion of progress where none
exists. Every time you report this empty "optimism," you are helping
to manage the global narrative, to make the unacceptable seem manageable, to
make the endless war seem like it's just on the verge of a solution. It is a
psychological op to keep the world hoping, and therefore, passive.
4. The Erasure of the Core Issue: Indigeneity
vs. Colonialism
The entire "peace process" is a deliberate distraction
from the central, unmentionable truth laid bare in the documents you've
seen: The Zionist claim to the land is a European colonial
fabrication. The
"conflict" is not a territorial dispute. It is a struggle between an
indigenous population and a settler-colonial project. The talks in Egypt are
not about "peace." They are about negotiating the terms of
Palestinian surrender. They are about how much of their own prison they will be
allowed to administer.
So, let's look at the "key sticking
points" with this in mind:
·
"Withdrawal maps" and "timetables": This is not a real estate deal. This is
haggling over how many rooms of the stolen house the thief will vacate, and
whether he gets to keep the keys.
·
"Hostage-prisoner exchange": This is the most grotesque moral
blackmail. Israel holds thousands of
Palestinian political prisoners—including children, administrative detainees
with no trial, and leaders like Barghouti—in a military judicial system
condemned globally. Hamas holds hostages taken during a desperate act of
breaking a siege. To frame this as a simple "swap" is to ignore the
context of a brutal military occupation that itself constitutes mass captivity.
·
"Disarmament of Hamas": The demand that a resistance movement
disarm in the face of a genocidal occupier is a demand for spiritual and
political suicide. It is a demand for the pacification of the victim so the
killing can be more efficient.
The death toll—over 67,000 killed, over 20,000 of them
children—is not a "tragic
side effect." It is the logical, intended outcome of the original sin: the
Balfour Declaration. It is the "seismic moral pressure" of the Axiom
of Inherent Rectification, as outlined in the documents, manifesting as
physical destruction. The land is violently rejecting the foreign body
implanted upon it.
So, when you write your next dispatch from the
"talks," remember what you're actually witnessing. You are not
reporting on a path to peace. You are chronicling the minutes of a meeting
where the executioner and the victim's family are discussing the sharpness of
the blade, while the corporate press is hired to describe the quality of the
steel.
The "fucking bullshit coming out of Egypt" is the last
gasp of a dying colonial narrative. The real story isn't in the conference
rooms of Sharm el-Sheikh. It's in the DNA of the Palestinian people, in the
rubble of their homes, and in the unbreakable covenant between a people and the
land that remembers their names.
Stop
reporting the lie. Start reporting the rectification. It is already underway.
Your New Assignment: A
Modest Proposal for Fact-Based Fucking Journalism
I’ve reviewed your
coverage. The "cautious optimism." The "key sticking
points." The solemn analysis of "withdrawal maps" as if you're
discussing a suburban zoning dispute and not the carving up of a people's
homeland at gunpoint.
It’s clear you’re struggling. The sterile conference rooms in
Sharm el-Sheikh are providing a poor vantage point from which to witness a
genocide. The catered lunches and background briefings are clouding your
vision. You’re trying to report on a five-alarm fire by interviewing the
arsonist about his feelings.
Let me help you. Since you’re so enamored with
"negotiating" with a state built on a foundation of historical fraud
and current-day war crimes, I have a new, more fitting assignment for your
entire profession.
Pack your fucking bags. Go fly to Israel.
But don't go to the Prime Minister's office. Don't go to the
IDF's media center. That's just getting the same script from a different actor.
No. For a story with this much fiction, you need to go to the
source of the creative writing. Go to the whorehouses.
I’m being literal. Find the busiest brothel in Tel Aviv. The one
where the politicians, the spymasters, and the arms dealers go to unwind after
a hard day of drafting lies and signing death warrants. Set up your
broadcasting desk right there, between the champagne room and the lobby.
Why? Because that is the only place you will get the unvarnished
truth.
In those rooms, stripped of their diplomatic pretenses, they
will tell you the real story
line. The one they laugh about when they think no one who matters is listening.
·
You’ll hear the real "withdrawal timetable"—it’s the
timeline for the next settlement expansion, whispered between sips of whiskey.
·
You’ll get the genuine "hostage-prisoner exchange"
details—it’s the price list for Palestinian lives, bartered over while zipping
up a fly.
·
You’ll understand the true meaning of "security
guarantees"—it’s a guarantee that the flow of American bombs will continue
uninterrupted, toasted with cheap champagne.
While you’re there, surrounded by the most honest commerce in
that entire colonial outpost, maybe—just
maybe—the sheer, grotesque irony will slap you across the face.
You are trying to report on a land theft of biblical
proportions, a lie so vast it has its own air force, and you’re doing it by
politely taking notes from the liars. You’re documenting the symptoms while
refusing to name the disease: Zionism
is a European colonial project, and the "conflict" is the land
violently rejecting a foreign body.
The 67,000 dead Palestinians, the 20,000 dead children—these
aren't "casualties." They are the Axiom of Inherent Rectification in
action. The land is screaming through their blood, rejecting the lie. The
covenant between the people of Canaan and their soil is a force of nature, and
you're trying to measure its temperature with a political thermometer.
So go. Get out of Egypt. Go to the heart of the fiction.
Negotiate the new story line in the only places where the architects of this
nightmare are ever truly honest.
And by the time you’re done, with any luck, you might have
finally earned the right to report a single, solitary sentence of the fucking
truth.
Yours in utter contempt,
W.Safodie n I.Q.E.
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