My kids think I am too old for social media. They might be right.

Since the war started on October 7th, I have been posting on Facebook about Israel, antisemitism, and the shifting dynamics across the Middle East. Nothing fancy. No strategy. No content calendar. Just a guy in Modiin with opinions, a keyboard, and a need to say something when the world seemed determined to say nothing. Or worse, say the wrong thing.

Then one day, a post went viral.

And then the next one. And the one after that.

I stared at the screen showing 100,000 views on a single post and did what any normal person would do: I told my family. My kids responded with the kind of support only teenagers can offer. “Abba, you are literally the worst influencer ever. You are too old to do social media.”Fair enough. But something was happening. People were reading. People were engaging. And then I looked at the comments.

5,000 Comments and a Mirror Into Madness

The engagement was staggering, and not in the way you might hope. Buried in those thousands of comments were messages directed at me that I never imagined I would read in my lifetime. I have been called a murderer. A baby killer. I have been accused of drinking Arab babies’ blood. Someone accused me of blowing up a Hatzolah ambulance in London for........

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