Instead of gratitude, the world erupts in fury—not at the child-raping savages, but at the one country that dared to stop them. It was a textbook atrocity—if, of course, schools still allowed textbooks that teach the truth about the Middle East. Villages were overrun. Families were burned alive. Young girls were gang-raped while their parents were forced to watch.
Syria’s terrorist warlord-in-chief—currently being feted thanks to his Western-suited charm offensive—is a Salafi-jihadi alum of both al-Qaeda and ISIS. Naturally, progressive fanboys—and gals—hold him up as a savior. Meanwhile, his jihadi stormtroopers went right back to their old tricks: massacring Druze, Christians, Alawites, Kurds—anyone who doesn’t fit the caliphate’s approved demographic.
The world responded as it always does: with apathy and silence. Not even a hashtag. Arabs slaughtering Arabs? Who cares? And then Israel acted. Precision strikes. Rapid deterrence. Moral—and operational—clarity. The result? A ceasefire. A grudging, fragile halt to the sectarian slaughter. Suddenly, other nations take note, and the Syrian regime decides—how quaint!—that perhaps massacring minorities isn’t worth the fallout. A few targeted attacks from the IDF and Damascus rediscovers its ability to say, “Enough!” (Read More)