Poor Sara Netanyahu has to deal with so much evil over the Internet. Hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of Israelis roam freely in cyberspace, hurling wicked accusations at her. Does she ever take a peek and absorb the blast of hatred and hostility posted on Facebook profiles? These people have never met her and know nothing about who or what she really is.
These are people who feed on gossip, rumors, leaks, slander and other sundry defamation strewn Sara's way. She’s like a garbage dump where anyone can drop their trash. Being Sara Netanyahu is truly like retribution from the heavens.
It’s easy to guess the next thoughts of readers who besmirch her and provide phony psychoanalysis. They’ll say she deserves it for the bad way she treats her employees. Bad? Terrible! Unbelievably, scandalously terrible! She brought this on herself! This is justice in action, and if the legal authorities don’t address the issue, the mob will set the dogs on her on the Internet, teeth bared and saliva drooling.
What fun it is to relieve some tension at Sara Netanyahu’s expense while feeling that you’re serving a holy cause. And this issue about those delicate Ashkenazi Jews who worry about getting fat is another joyous cause for celebration. Sara allegedly complained to hotel staff: “We are sophisticated Europeans. We don’t eat as much food as you Moroccans.”
How fortunate we are to have Sara Netanyahu. Life is so entertaining with her around. You have to admit that even the garbage of reality TV isn’t as entertaining.
Describing her supposedly high-handed, nouveau riche and undignified behavior is the new Israeli rage – on reality shows, in shopping malls, at duty-free shops and at marathons. You don’t get punished in Israel for mistreating your servants, especially not someone like her who pretends she lives in the Elysee Palace. Yes, we may have gotten a raw deal with our first lady, but there’s no doubt she and her status and scandals are just what we deserve and just what embody us.
Even the fury that she evokes has become trivial, serving as a mirror that reflects our own repressed and less photogenic aspects. This is our aggressive and profligate side, our insensitive character preoccupied with pictures of itself.
This mirror reflects our power-hungry nature, certain that the world revolves around us and that we’re the perennial victim. This is the side that feels attacked and slandered, believing that all we need is a little makeover – a bit less blond hair, a bit more lipstick, a bit slimmer with the right diet – and we can tyrannize the servants forever.
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