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Smotrich Party: The Religious Zionism Have 7 mandates out of 120 = 6% of the population. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_Zionist_Party Spiral Dynamics: 🔴🔵🔵 Intuitively I feel Blue is much more dominant here, but not only. Some Red most likely exists - in the extreme margins. Religious Zionism sector has also healthy aspects of contribution, helping others, love of the land, partnerships. No more stage Red from now on in Israeli parties (luckily 😶‍🌫️) the hardest part is behind us.

Ben Gvir Party: Jewish Strength (translated) The most extreme party have ever been in Israel. Have 4 mandates out of 120 = 3.3% of the population. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otzma_Yehudit Spiral Dynamics: 🔴🔵

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Israelis stance on Palestinian state is quite complex even after Oct7

A sample of the public's diversity of opinions (again, emphsizing on those unseen in the international media) regarding the continuation of the war from recent months from posts I added to the news thread.

Actually I was surprised. Generally she addresses rational reasons like in the times she talked a lot about the withdrawal issues of her and her father and still reminds it sometimes.

There is a deal! https://www.instagram.com/reel/DPk53wliKVc/?igsh=bjU5OGJpaDFwdWI5

@Hardkill Yellow differs from Blue in his flowness, flexibility, subtleness, harmony, curiosity and all of those can be imprinted into one's conservative lifestyle.

All those things seemed very bad and not honest to my eyes as an Israeli when I saw and heard about them. This is the intuitive feeling I remember. And yes, boycott is exactly what will make the second side to soften and agree, very smart. They have rejected couple of serious offers including actual Israeli withdrawals in the 90s and 00s.

The Facebook feed is full of posts on oct7 due to the memorial day. I'll add to here one of them: " On October 7, 2023, I understood for the first time what true shock is. Not the kind that lasts a moment — but the kind that strikes the soul. I felt the air of the world change. Suddenly, every story I had ever heard as a child about the surprise of the Yom Kippur War came alive. It was no longer a distant tale with dates and black-and-white photos, but a living, breathing, screaming reality. In an instant, I understood what it means for a person to lose the sense of safety in their own home — when an iron shelter door or a guard at the kibbutz gate no longer promise anything. When words like pogrom, massacre, Black Sabbath, and Holocaust stop belonging to history lessons and become words in one’s personal diary. That morning — which was still night in the United States, where I was staying — I grew up. I aged. Something cracked inside me. Something in the smile, the innocence, the faith that “it won’t happen again” — simply fell away. Suddenly, even the simplest routines — making coffee, turning on the radio, smiling at a child on the way to school, or writing a few lines in the next book — carried a different weight. Two years have passed since. Time, they say, heals everything. But it’s not true. Time doesn’t heal — it only teaches us how to walk with our scars. In these two years I’ve been asking myself what home really is. Is it the walls? The address? Or perhaps home is the people we choose to keep in our hearts. Maybe it’s the memory of a scent, a hug, a gaze that says, “I’m here.” I’ve come to understand that home is both what we’ve lost and what we rebuild — brick by brick, hope by hope. And perhaps that is the essence of life itself: to realize how fragile it all is. How temporary. How quickly everything can fall apart — and how amazing it is that a human being, time and again, chooses to gather the pieces, place them one upon another, and create a new shape out of them. On October 7, I learned what pain is. But since then, slowly, I am also learning what rebirth means. It doesn’t happen in a single day, nor with a cry. It begins with a breath. A look. A decision to get up in the morning and say: I’m still here. And I still believe in good. In memory of Dvir Karp Yuval Abramovitz https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1Zs4NiDm2j/

The Opposition was unanimously against this law, written by Netanyahu's Coalition. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basic_Law:_Israel_as_the_Nation-State_of_the_Jewish_People

About 26% of the Palestinians are integrated in Israeli society in many high status professions in medicine (+10-20% above their % in the population which is quite impressive) and academia (-4%, almost normal), though underrepresented in law (-9%), academic lecturers, security (-20%), high-tech (-17%) and senior public positions (-17%). Still can reach senior positions but in smaller numbers.

What is "italic"? For a moment I thought you are Italian

" My beloved friend, Livne Shalev, was killed today during a trip in the Golan Heights by a wasp sting, to which he was allergic. Livne — a man of the outdoors and of education — was a true pioneer in deepening the public’s familiarity with the landscapes of the Golan and the Bashan. This was one of the great missions of his life (just two days ago, he was still recommending sites in the Golan to me and my team). And of course, it was second only to his most important mission — being a devoted and loving family man, so rare and special. I was fortunate that Livne was the one who guided me through the desert trails of the Eilat Mountains and the southern Negev — always with extraordinary warmth, kindness, and a love for people and the land that is hard to find today. I receive this message as I serve in the reserves in the buffer zone between the Bashan and the Golan — an area that Livne loved deeply. Livne returned his soul on the trails of the Golan, where he grew up from childhood until his passing. The soil of the Golan, and the countless people whose lives you touched, will never forget you. Dear Hodayah and the children — I share your deep pain. "

Another way to say Integrated (🌼🌻) Palestinians. Great one. We need more like him in both sides.