Benjamin Netanyahu: The Fly
- Benjamin Netanyahu: The Fly After decades of clinging to power with the tenacity of gum on a shoe, Benjamin Netanyahu has been reborn as a kitchen fly. Not just any fly, the fly. The one that buzzes against the window for hours, convinced persistence is a strategy. The one that lands squarely on your sandwich and makes you say, “I’m not hungry anymore.” He claims the honey jar as ancestral land. He patrols the trash can like a border dispute. He hovers over the meat tray, insisting it’s a security issue. Every swipe of the human hand only makes him declare victory: “They’re just jealous of my wings.” He doesn’t fly in straight lines, of course. He zigs, zags, doubles back, as if running a coalition government midair. Exhausting, but effective, you never know where he’ll land next. And yet, despite his buzzing bravado, he lives in constant peril of being swatted. It’s not the end that scares him most. It’s the silence, the possibility that one day the kitchen will be spotless, the trash taken out, the windows sealed. And for the first time in centuries, no one will hear his buzz.
