How Soon Regime Change?

With talk that President Trump is prepared to use the “Mother of all Bombs” against Iran soon, a lot of people are talking about when or if Iran’s evil regime will be a thing of the past.

Uprisings have been tried, and a poorly armed populace got shoved into a meatgrinder. Separate bombings campaigns by Israel and one coordinated effort knocked out much of Iran’s nuclear program, but they immediately went back to rebuilding. Over time, they will be back at previous levels.

The one overwhelming element to all this is the failure of the American public to see the justness of defeating Iran, to finish them.

For people in a culture where a main priority is driving to the lake, or shopping, it’s hard to understand the lethal threat Iran poses. And, the satanic propaganda afoot is that we are doing this for Israel. So the nutty Jew conspiracy people in the basement float that as the reason we’re trying to knock-out Iran before they do us. Except too many Americans don’t recognize that we are the target. For 47 years, the mullahs have chanted, “Death to America, the Great Satan!” Yes, they target Israel, but they are aware that we are the primary objective.

So…all the talk is, what will the U.S. military do?

Frankly, our leadership, even this infinitely better one than the clownish Biden, is too inconsistent. Trump’s muzzling of Israel last summer regarding this matter is baffling. It would have all been over and 100,000 (at least) brave Iranians wouldn’t have been murdered by their own government.

But what is a better bet? (Geez, now that makes me think of Roger Daltrey singing, “You better you bet!”

It is this: Israel will do the job. Netanyahu means business. He’s always meant business. And, as usual, all the hand wringing over the “death of his political career” is so much huff. Polls now show him as winning the elections in a few days.

Israel might (or…might not?) challenge Iran directly. I have no doubt that Bibi wouldn’t hesitate if it had to be done. But they are helping create conditions on the ground. From The Jerusalem Post:

“Ophir Falk said military and economic pressure was creating an opening for Iranians to challenge their rulers, while stressing that regime change was up to the Iranian people.”

Iran’s economy is coughing up blood, thanks to the West’s sanctions.

“Israel was ‘very close’ to creating conditions for regime change in Iran, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s foreign policy adviser Ophir Falk told The Jerusalem Post in a studio interview, while stressing that the Iranian people would have to determine their country’s future.

“’I think we’re very close to creating those conditions,’ Falk said when asked how close pressure on Tehran had brought the prospect of regime change. ‘Those conditions are being created as we speak right now.’”

And the more Tehran saber-rattles, the more you can be sure the death rattle isn’t far behind.

Evil never sleeps, never rests, never takes a vacation. Iran’s regime will not stop until it’s utterly destroyed.

That’s why we must remain vigilant and do our part by praying to the Lord of History for his continued preservation of His people, Israel.

 

 

 

 

(This week, a remarkable moment from Asaf Rejuwan, who
survived the horrifying attempted hijacking of Flight 1073 this week. He posted
this on Facebook and I felt “Israel Watch” is honored to post in this space.)
 

‎I don’t usually post on social media, but today I felt something burning deep inside me that I simply had to share.

Ever since the incident in which a terrorist’s attempt to hijack a Flydubai flight was thwarted, there has been extensive media coverage. I’ve been asked many times what factors I believe prevented the terrible disaster that could have befallen our people had that despicable terrorist succeeded in his plans.

Today, I believe I received a very special and meaningful answer to that question.

Naturally, after the incident ended and we landed safely in Israel, I felt the need to thank so many people: the passengers who cooperated, my lioness of a wife, all the mothers and fathers who protected their loved ones, the children who remained composed, and every Israeli passenger on that plane.

Yesterday, I was part of a group of passengers interviewed by an international news channel. As each passenger described their experience during the flight, we realized something very important—something you can only fully understand after the dust settles and you begin discussing the smallest details of what happened.

We realized that every single passenger on that flight had a role to play. Every passenger contributed in some way.

One passenger was responsible for communicating with Israel’s security services.

I discovered that another passenger had provided a mobile hotspot and made sure to share the connection with others.

Another woman sat quietly and recited Psalms.

One passenger gathered headphone cords to help restrain the terrorist.

Other passengers used GPS maps to track our location and determine where we might land.

An Australian passenger was the only person on the plane who could make calls back to Israel from Saudi Arabia.

And the list goes on.

Of course, there was the amazing Yaniv, the wonderful Tzvika and Tali, the heroic Shota, the remarkable Or, and many other wonderful people who stepped forward to help.

After experiencing such an extraordinary miracle, I had no doubt that I would attend synagogue on Saturday morning to recite Birkat HaGomel—the traditional Jewish prayer thanking the God of Israel for deliverance from danger.

I am not a religious person. I believe in God in my own way, and I don’t usually look for signs in everything.

But today, something happened that completely astonished me.

By pure chance, during the synagogue service, I found myself reading a verse from the Torah, Deuteronomy 33:26:

“There is no one like the God of Jeshurun, who rides the heavens to help you, and in His majesty rides the skies.”

אֵין כָּאֵל יְשֻׁרוּן רֹכֵב שָׁמַיִם בְּעֶזְרֶךָ וּבְגַאֲוָתוֹ שְׁחָקִים

I read the verse, stopped, and felt goosebumps. So did the other worshippers who knew my story and understood why I was there.

After everything that happened on that flight—the fear, the struggle to overpower the terrorist, and the realization of just how thin the line between life and death truly is—finding myself reading those exact words, “rides the heavens to help you,” was a moment I can hardly explain.

I don’t know whether it was divine providence, a coincidence, or simply a moment that carried an extraordinarily deep personal meaning.

But today, as I stood in the synagogue reciting Birkat HaGomel, I felt one overwhelming emotion:

Gratitude.

Thank you for life.

Thank you for the miracle.

And thank you for the privilege of standing here today and being able to tell this story.

Am Yisrael Chai!