The other night, I dreamed that I sat in a sports bar sipping on a Johnnie Walker Black. I felt the scotch burn my throat. While on the TV, I watched a tank driving through a bombed-out Gazan village. I’m not sure if it was an Israeli tank driven by the IDF or an American tank driven by GIs. Rubble lined the streets, yet the Gazans cheered, waved, and smiled at the passing tank.  They celebrated their liberation from tyranny, from the thugs of Hamas, and from death and destruction.

My dream didn’t........

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