I can see it 50 years from now, Trump Tower, the tallest building on Earth, a giant gold-plated phallus rising hundreds of meters from what was Southern Gaza, renamed Trumpopolis.
The Benjamin Netanyahu Memorial Gardens sprawl hundreds of hectares into a 72-hole golf course, the longest in the world, where entire tournaments are played in a single outing. Many kilometres of foreshore have been transformed into rolling green fairways where thousands of children once played and streets of proud buildings once stood.
During the winter solstice, Trump Tower throws its shadow the entire length of Israel, darkening the towering ramparts of Trump Heights in the north. The shadow passes over like the exterminating angel, purging the land of dissent.
Every Orthodox believer marvels that a gentile, a goy real estate developer from New York, is the Messiah they had all been waiting for. Yahweh works in strange ways indeed.
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