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Okay Boomer, Put the Oxygen Mask Down: War-Profiteering Dinosaurs Have a Full-Blown Meltdown Because Zoomers Won’t Swallow Zionist Propaganda Anymore



Sweet mercy, somebody call the paramedics – the boomers are hyperventilating again.

Hillary Clinton, patron saint of drone strikes and $500,000 Goldman Sachs speaking gigs, shuffled up to a microphone at a summit hosted by the proudly right-wing Israeli paper Israel Hayom and promptly clutched her pearls so hard she almost dislocated a shoulder. 

The diagnosis? Terminal TikTokitis.

Symptoms include: Young people believing their own eyes when they see Palestinian children pulled from rubble
 
Jewish Gen Z refusing to let genocide be rebranded as “self-defence”
 
The terrifying possibility that someone under 30 might learn history from sources other than CNN and the State Department. 

Clinton’s official medical opinion: today’s youth – including young Jews – “don’t know history and don’t understand” because they’re watching “totally made-up” videos on TikTok. 

Translation: “How dare these ungrateful brats watch actual war crimes filmed by the war criminals themselves instead of waiting for Wolf Blitzer to tell them what to feel!”

You can almost hear the collective Boomer wheezing:

“Back in my day we got our propaganda from trusted sources like The New York Times editorial board and AIPAC-funded congressional junkets! We didn’t have these… these… Chinese devil apps showing hospitals being bombed in real time! In our day we had standards – we called it ‘collateral damage’ and moved on to brunch!”

Let’s be crystal clear about who’s having the real meltdown here. These are the same polyester-pantsed war profiteers who spent fifty years:

  • Cashing checks from Raytheon every time an Israeli F-35 drops a U.S.-made bomb on a Gaza apartment block.
  • Posing for photos at gala dinners with casino mogul Sheldon Adelson while he funnelled another $100 million to keep Congress on a very short, very Zionist leash
  • Lecturing the rest of us about “multiculturalism” and “DEI” while simultaneously making sure the only brown people on television are either terrorists or grateful refugees thanking America for bombing their country “free”
And now they’re genuinely distraught that a 17-year-old in Michigan can watch an IDF soldier film himself blowing up a university and go, “Hmm, that doesn’t look very DEI to me.”

The horror. The absolute horror. 

They spent decades perfecting the art of the sober, both-sides, “it’s a very complicated conflict” voice – you know, the one that treats 700,000 ethnically cleansed Palestinians in 1948 and 40,000+ murdered since October 2023 as equally weighted to “Israel’s right to defend itself.” 

A masterpiece of propaganda, really. 

And then – poof! – some kid in a dorm room stitches together three clips of Israeli soldiers laughing while committing obvious war crimes and the whole house of cards wobbles.

No wonder they’re screaming about “disinformation.” The disinformation was working perfectly until the victims got smartphones.

Meanwhile, the same geriatrics currently cosplaying as the enlightened guardians of liberal democracy are the ones who turned “Never Again” into a branded hashtag they could slap on apartheid. They’re the ones who discovered that if you cry “antisemitism” loud enough, you never have to say you’re sorry for phosphorous-bombing schools.

But sure, Hillary, tell the Zoomers they “don’t know history.” Tell the Jewish kids marching for Gaza that they’ve forgotten the Holocaust because they refuse to let it be weaponised for genocide 2.0. Tell the Palestinian mother live-streaming her dying child that it’s just “one-sided propaganda.” Boomer, please. 

The only thing melting down faster than the ice caps is your monopoly on narrative.So keep clutching those pearls, keep writing your concerned op-eds about “TikTok brain,” keep pretending the problem is that young people are learning history wrong instead of learning it right for the first time.

The rest of us will be over here hitting “duet” on the next video of an Israeli sniper shooting a grandmother in a clearly marked press vest. 

Because unlike you, we don’t need Wolf Blitzer to tell us that’s bad.

Okay boomer, enjoy your meltdown. The kids are alright – and they’re not buying what you’re selling anymore.

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.
(And yes, we read that on TikTok. Cry harder.)



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