Haviv Rettig Gur
In Chemi’s defense, “very worried Israeli” is how he describes himself in his bio. On the one hand, this level of anxiety is hard to take seriously. If I had the patience, I’d go through the feeds of the “very worried” crowd and screenshot all the times they were convinced we were about to die. I’d need to hit the microfiche archives, because it’s been more or less a nonstop drumbeat since the left wing op-ed pages started channeling Woody Allen sometime in the 1970s. On the other hand, my heart goes out to them. I really can’t imagine living my life in this constant anxiety. It must be genuinely awful.
Chemi Shalev
There’s a kind of hush over Israel tonight, which many of you may not be too familiar with. Unlike the song, It is a tense and ominous hush, one that has gotten increasingly anxious over the past few nights. It is the hush of people waiting helplessly in their homes for a missile attack of unknown scope and intensity, one that could disrupt their lives, upend their country and, worst of all, endanger their loved ones. I would definitely wish it on our worst enemies, but that’s all, because it is, believe me, one of the shittiest moments in my lifetime and no doubt in my country’s. And now morning has broken but the stench of imminent attack remains. G’Day Y’all