Q9F

I'm just discovering the leftist profile – socialist activist, etc. – of the guy who shot Israeli diplomats, and I can't stop laughing.

But it's the kind of laugh you let out standing at the edge of a cliff. Because really, people who perceive injustice the right way are being pushed into a mental state that's unsustainable: 100% of the narrative is against them, even though the raw reality of the facts proves them right.

And what are we supposed to do with all these minds overflowing, breaking down, screaming silently while everything carries on as if nothing's happening? Thinking clearly in a world structured by falsehood means living in constant dissonance. You know what you see, you know what you read, you understand history, you see the machinery but everything around you is built to make you doubt, to silence you, to force you to correct yourself! And when you reach that point where it all becomes clear, where nothing lines up anymore with what you were taught, your mind overflows.

There's no space for it. No place to say: I understand why it's exploding. No language allowed to say: this isn't a monster. So what do we do with all these minds overloaded with lucidity? We lock them up, isolate them, medicate them, or watch them sink as if it were a personal pathology, never a sane response to a rotten world. Because the truth is, there are thousands of minds collapsing in silence, not out of fragility, but from too much clarity.

And that laugh, it's not relief, it's a gas leak. A contained explosion, a way to not let everything collapse. It's not joy, it's a spasm. Because that's all you have left to keep from imploding, from bursting into flames in the middle of the grand moral theater that watches you like an anomaly.

(Here: The Israel Embassy Shooter Manifesto)