Mosab Hassan Yousef@MosabHasanYOSEF
Gaza’s Arson Playbook
Imagine a man walks into an insurance office, clothes charred, face streaked with tears. He says his house burned down—killed his wife, his kids. The adjuster nods, pulls out forms. But rewind: he set the fire himself, doused the place in fuel, watched it burn. Insured them all first. Walked away calm, then came back sobbing for the payout. That’s Gaza—the PA, PLO, Hamas playbook.
Not once, not twice, but engineered every decade since 1948. PLO, PA, Hamas—they don’t just fail their people, they sacrifice them. Homes leveled, kids buried, hospitals hit—and boom, the world’s wallets wide open.
Seventy billion dollars on the table now. Why? Because destruction’s the product. Sympathy’s currency. And we’re the suckers wiring the check.
Each brick rebuilt is another match they pocket for next time. It’s not poverty; it’s arson for profit. Victimhood sold at a premium. But here’s the thing: no one’s asking why he’s still got fire codes on speed dial. Why the arsonist gets praised for surviving his own blaze.
That’s the Palestinian leadership playbook. Burn it down, blame Israel, cry louder, cash in. And yeah, October 7 was horrific—but it wasn’t Plan A. It’s been Plan Always.
Decades of rockets, stabbings, intifadas, suicide bombings, kidnappings, hijackings, civilian shields. All for what? Not statehood. Statehood’d kill the racket. Keep Israel the villain, keep Gaza the bleeding heart, keep the money flowing.
Arab states cheer from the stands—won’t absorb refugees, won’t fund a real future. Why? To keep their rival Israel on edge with a knife in its side. Easier to compete with Israel this way.
So enough. Peace isn’t pouring concrete over craters. It’s pulling the plug on the fire department that’s really just another arson crew.
Step one: make them confess. Publicly. On every channel, every mosque mic. Admit: We weaponized our kids, our dead, our grief. We torched our own houses.
Step two: apologize—to every Jewish family whose kid got blown up at a bus stop. To every Arab parent whose son became a human bomb because some cleric said Allah wanted it.
Step three: dismantle the militias. Not negotiate—turn in the guns, or no rebuild. No seventy billion. Starve the machine.
Step four: recognize Israel—not grudgingly, not strategically. Mean it. Stop the charters calling for rivers of Jewish blood.
Step five: own your history. Say it loud: We rejected peace in 1947, 1967, 2000. Our leaders chose war, chose corruption, chose you as pawns. Not Israel.
Step six: let the money go straight to people—not Fatah villas in France or Hamas five-star hotels in Doha. Elections, real ones. Trials, real ones. Hang the profiteers high if needed. No more martyrs funding missile labs.
Last: let Arab nations eat their shame. Take the refugees, fund the future—no more eternal pawns.
Until then? Don’t build jack. Let rubble stay rubble. Let the world see who keeps striking matches. De-radicalization isn’t therapy sessions. It’s handcuffs. And Gaza should never be rebuilt as long as Palestinians haven’t learned the lessons.