During his election campaign, Trump made promises to Arab and Muslim voters, sometimes verbally and sometimes in his own handwriting, to pour their votes into his jugs, in exchange for working to stop the aggression in Gaza and Lebanon. He had what it took in Michigan, the capital of the balance and the tongue of the scales; its votes tipped the scales in Trump’s favor over his rival, the candidate of necessity, Kamala, who cried from the cruelty of defeat, as she did not do for the children and women victims in Gaza and Lebanon.

From now until the last meters of the lame duck’s term, when the time for handover and takeover comes, the right wing in Israel will work on further escalation and price-fixing, and Netanyahu will not offer any consolation prize to the departing administration, despite the solid and liquid gifts it bestowed upon him, while the prize is earmarked for the owner of the deal, who chose the Jewish real estate mogul and campaign donor Steve Witkoff, to be his envoy to the region.

In the remaining oscillating period, Blinken is making a dull farewell trip to the region’s capitals, like a fool who doesn’t know what to say, raving about the truce that has been in place for a year in Gaza, without shedding a tear over the killing that is taking place there, promising a two-state solution, and leaving Smotrich to savagely expand settlements to swallow up what remains of the West Bank.

In election experiences, winners quickly break their promises, turn their faces away, and renege on their commitments to their voters as soon as they win, leaving those who made the wrong bets biting their fingers in regret, but there is no time for regret.

Functional story:

It happened during a time of joy and pleasant nights that one of the princes, under the influence of a sweet night of music, ordered that a hundred camels, a similar number of cattle, and thousands of dirhams be presented to the singer of that night. When morning broke, the singer went to receive the prince’s promise, and the prince laughed and said: The words of the night are erased by the day; you have delighted us with your honeyed singing, and we have delighted you with your honeyed words!

Stop the war of extermination now..!