LOL & LAL

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With the world’s NOISE increasing and the SIGNAL diminishing I’m sharing this semi-serious article to Laugh Out Loud and Laugh At Liars -

*or: How a 2,000-Year-Old Jewish Roast Just Became the Only Sane Response to World Leaders*

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

First, a Definition

To smite (verb): To strike down your enemy with divine-looking violence. Usually declared by someone who calls themselves a “star” or “messiah.” Almost always ends with everyone worse off than before.

Example: Simon bar Kosiba, 132 CE. Declared himself “Son of the Star.” Minted coins saying “Year One of the Redemption.” Cut off his own fighters’ fingers to test their loyalty. Forced Christians to deny their faith.

How it ended: Rome crushed him. His army died. The emperor renamed his entire country out of spite. And archaeologists later discovered that not a single “Year One” coin was ever found in Jerusalem. Not one. He was minting victory coins for a capital he didn’t even control.

Imagine printing “World Cup Champions” shirts before the penalty shootout. That’s embarrassing enough. Now imagine doing it 2,000 years ago and having archaeology prove you were lying. That’s a special kind of awkward. -

The Ancient Joke That Still Works A famous rabbi named Akiba looked at bar Kosiba and said: “This is the Messiah!” Other rabbis disagreed. Strongly.

One of them said: “Grass will sprout on your chin, Akiba, and the Son of David will still not have appeared.”

In plain English: “You’ll be dead and buried with a beard of weeds before the real Messiah shows up. Sit down.”

That’s not a sword fight. That’s a roast. A 2,000-year-old Talmudic burn delivered in front of colleagues who probably laughed for a week. And here’s where it gets even better. They gave bar Kosiba a nickname: bar Koziba - “Son of the Lie.”

Not a legion. Not a siege weapon. A *pun*. They defeated his claim to glory with wordplay.

Remind you of anyone? A certain former reality TV star who calls everyone else a liar while setting records for false statements? A guy who said Mexico would pay for a wall, that he had a healthcare plan ready, that the election was stolen, that he’d release his tax returns, that he’d declassify everything, that Epstein killed himself, that he knows nothing about Epstein, that he barely knew him, that they were friends but actually not really?

Son of the Lie fits pretty comfortably on a golf course in Florida, doesn’t it? Or in a certain prime minister’s office, where “security” means one thing and “annexation” means the same thing but with better PR.

- The Modern Rerun

Today, two self-declared “strongmen” - let’s call them the Dumpster and Satanyahoo - threaten to smite Iran. Siege the Strait of Hormuz. Accidentally reveal that the entire global economy runs on fossil fuels and panic. They look confused when the world doesn’t cheer.

Same messiah complex. Same “Year One” energy. Same violent lie dressed up as redemption.

But here’s what they forgot: The Torah says offer peace first (Deuteronomy 20:10-12). Before you besiege a city, you offer terms. That’s the actual rule. Most smiters skip that verse. Too inconvenient.

The Talmud says the mightiest person is the one who turns an enemy into a friend (Avot de-Rabbi Nathan 23). Not the one who smites hardest. Not the one with the biggest army. The one who makes friends.

That’s the anti-smite. The refusal to play the game. The decision to stop treating other humans as targets. -

The 3-Word Punchline (Now with Extra Gas)

What do you do when a false messiah declares himself a star? What do you do when a pathological liar calls everyone else a liar? What do you do when two aging narcissists threaten to burn the world for oil and ego?

You don’t send an army. You don’t cut off fingers. You don’t mint your own coins. You laugh at them.

That’s it.

That’s the start.

Laughter doesn’t need a strategy. Laughter doesn’t need a committee. Laughter is free, contagious, and the one thing no dictator has ever figured out how to stop.

Think about it. Can you smite someone who just made you snort? Can you declare martial law against a meme? A joke can bomb, but can you bomb a joke?

No. You cannot. And that’s why they hate it.

Laugh at Liars.

And speaking of liars with their pants on fire… have you noticed how nervous the Dumpster has been lately? All that sweating. All those weird shuffles. All those sudden exits from photo ops for plops.

Here’s the thing the press won’t say out loud: The man is terrified. Terrified that Satanyahoo will release the Epstein files. Terrified of what’s on those flights. Terrified of what’s in those photographs. And the fear? It’s affecting him. Let’s just say… incontinently.

That’s right. The guy who threatened to smite Iran, who bragged about grabbing women, who said he’d release his tax returns “any day now”… is walking around with shit in his trousers because he’s so scared of what his own ally might reveal. And that, dear reader, is the oldest lie detector in the book.

When a liar’s pants are on fire, they don’t just burn. They fill up too. So here’s a new chant for the schoolyard, the protest line, and the comment section. Simple enough for a child. Sharp enough for a grown-up. True enough for a historian:

”Laugh at liars - pants on fire!”

Go ahead. Say it out loud. Feel how it rolls off the tongue. Feel how it makes you smile on Change Wednesday.

LOL & LAL.

All good people. Everyone who is tired of being told who to hate. The wonderful Jews of the world especially, who have survived every empire, every messiah, every “final solution” - and are still here, still telling jokes, still roasting false prophets. You should be proud to be an Anti-Smite.

Not because you’re weak. Because you’re smarter than that. -

Now Stop Laughing. Because This Part Isn’t Actually Funny.

Here’s the part where we put down the popcorn.

While world leaders play messiah, real people are dying. While governments spend trillions on weapons, they cut funding for schools, hospitals, housing, and clean water. While the Dumpster and Satanyahoo threaten to smite Iran, many citizens can’t afford rent, food or cancer treatment.

And here’s the ugly truth they don’t want you to see: For years, world governments have watched communities being attacked. Civilians. Innocent men, women, and children. Bombed, starved, displaced, humiliated. And they did nothing. They issued statements. They expressed “concern.” They wrung their hands while the phosphorous bombs fell and the drones wailed.

Meanwhile, who actually showed up? Brave, caring people. Volunteers. Grandmothers. Doctors. Students. People who packed boats with food, medicine, and diapers. People who sailed into war zones with nothing but a peace banner and a kiffeya. People who said: “If governments and private corporations won’t stop the smiting, we’ll deliver the antidote ourselves.”

And what happened to them? Their ships were pirated. Illegal under international law, but who’s counting?

They were kidnapped. Assaulted in the dark. Thrown into prisons. Beaten. Humiliated. Stripped. Their supplies confiscated. Their names smeared. Their crime? Trying to feed children.

That’s not a conspiracy theory. That’s news. That’s testimony. That’s video evidence you can watch on your screen right now.

So no, this isn’t just about two old men with messiah complexes. This is about the system that enables them. The banks that lend them money. The factories that build their bombs. The corporations who deliver them coffee, hamburgers and a “refreshing” sugar fix. The media that sanitizes their lies. The taxpayers who fund their wars. We the consumers who buy their products. Our pension funds that invest in their weapons. -

What You Can Actually Do (After You’ve Stopped the Nervous Laughter)

You want to be an Anti-Smite? Here’s the to-do list. Marches bring attention. Petitions that don’t go straight to a spam folder are good. Town hall presentations and debates are on the public record. Real actions. Real consequences. Hard to hide from. But be careful of all the horror intake. Feelings of helplessness can ensue.

Turn down the NOISE and broadcast SIGNAL.

Hannibal’s “Nosumption” Directive:

1. Stop funding the smite. Check your pension, your bank, your mutual funds. Are they investing in defense contractors? Weapons manufacturers? Companies that supply military, surveillance, drone systems or data centers? Move your money. It’s easier than you think.

2. Stop buying their products. Every dollar you spend on goods from companies that support the war machine is a bullet you bought for someone else’s head or a child’s groin. Look it up. There are apps for this. Use them. Join us in ConscienceLAND.

3. Stop buying their bonds. When governments issue war bonds to fund their gen*cidal adventures, don’t buy them. Don’t let your bank buy them on your behalf. Opt out. And let them know why.

4. Stop exporting your money to their economies. Tourism? Cancel. Consumer, industrial goods or food from smiter nations? Hard pass. Real estate investments? Sell them and get out of there. Every dollar (tax or otherwise) that leaves your country and subsidizes their public services, lifestyle and ambitions is a vote for more smiting.

5. Support the flotillas. The populations under siege are the true, enduring heroes, but regular humanitarians bringing food and medicine to blockaded people should be our model heroes. Donate to them. Share and amplify their experiences. Defend them when the propaganda machine calls them terror*sts.

6. Call your representatives. Every week. (daily if you want to drive them further insane) Not once a year. Not when you’re angry. Every week. Ask one question: “Are you still funding the smite?” Make them uncomfortable (and just imagine)… accountable.

7. Talk to your neighbors. This isn’t a left thing or a right thing. It’s a human thing. The smiters want you divided. Laughter bridges that gap. Share this article. Share the joke. Share the outrage. Laugh Out Loud and Share the compassion.

The Bottom Line

It’s 2026. Not the Bronze Age. Not the Iron Age. Not the age of messiahs and stars and men who cut off fingers to prove their loyalty.

We have solar panels. We can fold proteins. We have instant translation. We have enough food to feed everyone. We have everything we need to stop the smiting forever. The only thing missing is the will to say: No more. Not a penny. Not a prayer. Not a laugh that doesn’t end in progress and positive action.

So Laugh At Liars. Roast the false messiahs. Make the puns. Share the memes. Then shut down your phone and do something that actually hurts the only thing they really care about - their “bottom” line.

Because eventually, the grass will sprout on their chins too.

But the kids have a Childhood1st to live, and don’t have time to wait. -

**Be an Anti-Smite. Laugh Out Loud and Laugh at Liars with their Pants on Fire. Defund the smite. Feed the world. Pop the illusion of Power and Control.** -

(Hopefully not the) End.

(inspired by all the Akkadians, Arabs, Ammonites, Arameans, Canaanites, Edomites, Habesha peoples, Israelites, Jews, Judahites, Moabites, Phoenicians, Samaritans (good ones) and other semites, peoples and activists of all languages and faiths who have kept childhood alive.)*Wikipedia