From Inside His Cave, Yelling.

KENNEDY: You said, 'Republicans think can troll their way into us accepting ethnic cleansing.' Did I read that correctly? BIER: DHS tweeted for 100 million deportations. That would be ethnic cleansing! KENNEDY: You don't think that's hyperbolic? BIER: I think advocating 100 million deportations is ethnic cleansing. Yes. Your time is up.

Dear Diary, For three days now, Israeli occupation forces have sealed every entrance and exit to our village. They came with bulldozers, piling up mounds of dirt and rock as if they were burying us alive. We did nothing. Still, we are cut off from the world, no one in, no one out, under a military curfew “until further notice,” those cold words that stretch into forever. No one can leave for medical emergencies. The sick must wait. The elderly must endure. Anyone who works outside the village cannot reach their jobs. Students cannot go to school or university. In our small village, even basic supplies are limited, and now no one can leave to restock what we are running out of. We are trapped not only from movement but also from the ordinary rhythm of life. Families have been separated. Children are stranded in schools outside the village, waiting for parents who cannot reach them. Workers are stuck on the other side of the blockade, unable to come home. My mother was locked out too, standing beyond the dirt mounds while we tried desperately to bring her back. There was no way through. We are divided by piles of soil on our own land. They scattered papers in the streets calling us terrorists. Terrorists? We are families. We are shopkeepers, students, farmers, and grandparents. We are people who were drinking tea in our kitchens when soldiers began marching past our windows. Dozens of them pass our house every day. We lower our voices and hold our breath when they do, praying they won’t decide to break the door down next. They harass anyone they see. They fire sound grenades and tear gas into the air, many times at people and homes, not because of clashes (there were not any), not because of danger, but because fear itself has become a weapon. They storm houses, splinter doors, overturn furniture, and leave rooms looking like they’ve been hit by a storm. Some of the tallest homes have been seized and turned into military bases, with families forcibly expelled so soldiers can watch the rest of us from above. It is deliberate, like this is not only about "security" but about establishing presence. It's about reminding us who controls the roads, the sky, the doors of our own houses, and the air we breathe. It is designed to make life so unbearable that we choose to leave Palestine on our own. But this is our home. Hardship will never erase belonging. They arrested a young couple; the young woman was pregnant, only because they were in the village WhatsApp group. Their “crime” was trying to know where soldiers were positioned, to protect their home if a raid came. They were taken in a military jeep, insulted for hours, then dumped in another part of the village as if they were nothing. They entered homes and stole money and jewelry. An elderly woman had around $1,000 stolen from her, all the savings she had tucked away carefully for years. They left her house destroyed, her drawers emptied, and her memories scattered on the floor. And then there are the photos. Images posted of Israeli female soldiers laughing as they posed beside an old Palestinian man, blindfolded. He stood there powerless, humiliated, while they smiled at the camera. That image burns into my mind, not only because of his suffering, but because of the ease with which it was turned into something casual, something to laugh about at my very own people in my very own Palestinian village. We are not headlines. We are not numbers. We are people trying to live with dignity under a sky that feels closer every night. We whisper to each other that this will end. We remind ourselves that we are rooted in Palestine, that our roots run deeper than any bulldozer can dig. Winter, 2026 — Handala

1/4 This is what Trump used to reverse engineer BLS Commissioner Erika McEntarfer's firing. It is woefully inaccurate, was instantly believed by TrumpWorld, and is handing the Bureau of Labor Statistics to Project 2025 which Trump has claimed to know little about.