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Step one? Starve ‘em out. Israel’s already slammed the brakes on goods and supplies rolling into Gaza, turning the strip into a giant pressure cooker with no release valve. Next up, Finance Minister Bezalel Smotrich—think of him as the guy who’d cut the power to your grandma’s bingo hall just to win a bet—wants to flip the switch on electricity and water.
Cabinet’s been chewing on that one like it’s the last falafel in Tel Aviv.
But wait, there’s more! If Hamas doesn’t cough up the hostages, Israel’s ready to escalate like a caffeinated schizophrenic on a booze-filled bender.
But wait, there’s more! If Hamas doesn’t cough up the hostages, Israel’s ready to escalate like a caffeinated schizophrenic on a booze-filled bender.
Targeted airstrikes? Check. Special forces raids to pluck Hamas honchos from their spider holes? Double check. Then comes the real kicker: forcing Gazans who trickled back north during the ceasefire to pack up and hoof it south again. And if that doesn’t work? Full-on reentry, baby—Israeli troops storming Gaza with more boots on the ground than a Black Friday sale at a bootleg DVD stand.
The goal? Hold the turf, reoccupy chunks of the strip, and smash Hamas’s military toys into dust. Sources say it’d be the biggest op yet, a blockbuster sequel to every prior dust-up.
“There’s a determination to go back in and finish Hamas no matter what happens,” barked Michael Makovsky, ex-Pentagon hotshot and current bigwig at the Jewish Institute for National Security of America, to The Wall Street Journal. He’s betting Israel’s bringing the big guns this time—think less “surgical strike,” more “sledgehammer symphony.”
Across the pond, Donald Trump’s back in the game, tossing red meat to his base and warnings to Hamas like a reality TV host hyping the season finale. “If [Hamas] didn’t release all the remaining hostages in Gaza immediately, ‘you are DEAD!’” he bellowed on social media Wednesday, probably in ALL CAPS with a side of Diet Coke. His Middle East sidekick, Steve Witkoff, nodded along, hinting at a U.S.-Israel tag-team smackdown if Hamas doesn’t play ball.
Negotiations? Dead as a doornail. Israel wants its hostages back—59 still unaccounted for, at least 24 alive by their count—but Hamas is digging in its heels, demanding a permanent ceasefire. Israel’s like, “Nah, fam, you disarm and step off the throne first.” Hamas says, “Not a chance, infidel.” Israel’s dangling a one-month ceasefire extension like a carrot on a stick, but the clock’s ticking—Saturday’s the drop-dead date. No deal? Escalation city, population: everybody.
Trump and Witkoff are itching for war, while Israel’s military eggheads claim they’re locked and loaded—ammo stockpiles topped off, Biden’s leash loosened, and Hezbollah’s ceasefire up north freeing up troops. They’ve already smoked 20,000 Hamas fighters, torched their tunnels, and trashed their weapons labs. But Hamas keeps recruiting—like roaches after a nuke—thousands of fresh-faced kids ready to die for the cause.
Yaakov Amidror, a former Israeli security guru, told The Wall Street Journal it’s all or nothing: reoccupy Gaza or kiss the “kill Hamas” dream goodbye. Six months to a year, he figures, to grind ‘em down. Meanwhile, analyst Tahani Mustafa from the International Crisis Group says Hamas is tougher than a $2 steak, still pulling recruits from Gaza’s angry youth despite the carnage.
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If Israel goes all-in, they’ll have to rip out Hamas’s tunnel network—think Viet Cong meets Mad Max, but with worse plumbing. Analysts warn it’ll be a messy, destructive slog, and without a postwar plan, Israel could end up babysitting an insurgency forever. The hostages? Still the wild card. Public opinion’s split like a cheap pair of pants—most Israelis want ‘em home, but they’re cool with bombing the snot out of Gaza if talks tank.
So here we are, teetering on the edge of a full-scale fireworks show, with Trump screaming, Hamas digging, and Israel ready to unleash hell. It’s a geopolitical car chase, and nobody’s wearing a seatbelt.
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“There’s a determination to go back in and finish Hamas no matter what happens,” barked Michael Makovsky, ex-Pentagon hotshot and current bigwig at the Jewish Institute for National Security of America, to The Wall Street Journal. He’s betting Israel’s bringing the big guns this time—think less “surgical strike,” more “sledgehammer symphony.”
Across the pond, Donald Trump’s back in the game, tossing red meat to his base and warnings to Hamas like a reality TV host hyping the season finale. “If [Hamas] didn’t release all the remaining hostages in Gaza immediately, ‘you are DEAD!’” he bellowed on social media Wednesday, probably in ALL CAPS with a side of Diet Coke. His Middle East sidekick, Steve Witkoff, nodded along, hinting at a U.S.-Israel tag-team smackdown if Hamas doesn’t play ball.
Negotiations? Dead as a doornail. Israel wants its hostages back—59 still unaccounted for, at least 24 alive by their count—but Hamas is digging in its heels, demanding a permanent ceasefire. Israel’s like, “Nah, fam, you disarm and step off the throne first.” Hamas says, “Not a chance, infidel.” Israel’s dangling a one-month ceasefire extension like a carrot on a stick, but the clock’s ticking—Saturday’s the drop-dead date. No deal? Escalation city, population: everybody.
Trump and Witkoff are itching for war, while Israel’s military eggheads claim they’re locked and loaded—ammo stockpiles topped off, Biden’s leash loosened, and Hezbollah’s ceasefire up north freeing up troops. They’ve already smoked 20,000 Hamas fighters, torched their tunnels, and trashed their weapons labs. But Hamas keeps recruiting—like roaches after a nuke—thousands of fresh-faced kids ready to die for the cause.
Yaakov Amidror, a former Israeli security guru, told The Wall Street Journal it’s all or nothing: reoccupy Gaza or kiss the “kill Hamas” dream goodbye. Six months to a year, he figures, to grind ‘em down. Meanwhile, analyst Tahani Mustafa from the International Crisis Group says Hamas is tougher than a $2 steak, still pulling recruits from Gaza’s angry youth despite the carnage.
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If Israel goes all-in, they’ll have to rip out Hamas’s tunnel network—think Viet Cong meets Mad Max, but with worse plumbing. Analysts warn it’ll be a messy, destructive slog, and without a postwar plan, Israel could end up babysitting an insurgency forever. The hostages? Still the wild card. Public opinion’s split like a cheap pair of pants—most Israelis want ‘em home, but they’re cool with bombing the snot out of Gaza if talks tank.
So here we are, teetering on the edge of a full-scale fireworks show, with Trump screaming, Hamas digging, and Israel ready to unleash hell. It’s a geopolitical car chase, and nobody’s wearing a seatbelt.
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