Netanyahu Needs To Go Away(forever)

-KJ Freeman

This isn’t policy analysis. This isn’t theory. This is a knowing. Women who’ve lived through domestic violence know this man. We recognize the eyes. The pacing. The desperate need to dominate. The spinning justifications. The violence dressed up in language about safety, family, God. That man is not well. That man is not stable. And I don’t need a degree to tell you that—my nervous system already knows.

He is willing to burn the world to preserve the lie of himself. Gaza wasn’t a failure. It was his offering. His sacrifice to power. And now it’s Iran, because that’s how narcissists work—they escalate when the mirror starts to crack. When people start asking questions. When ghosts won’t shut up.

And if you think I’m being dramatic, ask a trauma psychologist. Ask anyone who’s studied the cycle of abuse. He has become the very man the state of Israel was supposedly created to never become. He is Hitler 2.0. Except this time, he’s draped in the language of survival. He says “never again” while making sure again happens every day.

He doesn’t care about Jewish people. He uses them. He hides behind them. He puts them in harm’s way. He makes their memory into a weapon. He is a danger to Jews. He is a danger to Muslims. He is a danger to all of us.

And yes, he is a coward. Hiding behind tanks, behind scripture, behind American soldiers and media spin. He is a false prophet. He’s got Manifest Destiny dripping from his tongue and drones doing the talking. He doesn’t want peace. He needs war to survive.

He must be dealt with. I don’t care what table he sits at. I don’t care what nation he leads. The blood is speaking and it’s not just Palestinian—it’s global now. Something ancient has cracked. This isn’t politics anymore. This is spiritual warfare. And he has marked himself.

Things without names that still know how to collect what they’re owed.

He’s made himself a wound on the world.

And the world has a way of closing wounds.

Let his name dry in the mouth.

Let his breath catch.

Let him be met in the place all monsters go—

not punished, but returned.

Returned to the silence he tried to bury others in.