Crossing the Rubicon

This can only end one way: with regime change.

My friends, we live in extraordinary times.

My Jewish pride is near to bursting. Of course, my arteries are approaching a similar fate as my blood pressure bobs and weaves with every Israel Live News WhatsApp update.

Eighty years ago, the world stood by in silence as we perished. Less than a century later, we refuse to stand by and let the world perish.

Jet engines roar the arrival of the lion to liberate the Iranian people from tyranny, protect the Israeli people from oblivion, and reshape the face of global security for a generation to come.

This is who we are.

We will receive no open thanks. More likely, we will be vilified as bloodthirsty war mongers instead of pre-emptive saviors.

This can only end one way: with regime change. The Rubicon is crossed. There is no going back. We all know this. On the other side of this moment in history stands a New Middle East.

And, in a shocking twist, the new regional hegemon appears to be Israel. With the inevitable and necessary fall of the mullahs in Iran and their entire network of terror proxies like so many dominoes, we stand on the precipice of the advent of a new golden age for the region. An age of normalization of relations, free trade, reconstruction, and a focus on our similarities rather than our differences as human beings. An age where we can build something beautiful together rather than expend precious resources on tearing each other to pieces.

What a time to be alive!

I have no personal reason to feel such pride in my people for bringing these fundamental changes to fruition. I sit in cushy safety in New Jersey. My children are not serving in the IDF. I am not getting up in the night to run to a shelter.

But my soul is there in the shelter with you.

I have struggled in the past two years to understand how Hashem could have allowed such atrocities to happen on October 7th to the most peace-loving people in Israel. I see it now. Every moment, every act has purpose. Our brothers, sisters, and children will not have died in vain. Their loss ignited a fire. Their deaths were the catalyst for the reshaping of the entire region and finally, finally sparking the hope of tangible peace across borders for the Arab, Persian, and Jewish people.

October 7th was the beginning of the end of the Old Middle East. Israel will no longer exist in spite of its geopolitical environment but as a central member and participant in it. Its neighbors will no longer define themselves in terms of rejection but rather in terms of self-determination, growth, and positive progress.

Never has such a potential reality appeared so reachable. Never has such a tiny people offered the world the chance for such positive change.

I can almost taste a Middle East rebuilt in concert and with shared purpose. So much has been wasted in the name of hate and intolerance - lives, money, intellectual capital, human potential, collective advancement.

For now, however, pray with me. Pray that this moment so ripe with potential actualizes in a new regional and world order.