Listen up, the truth’s about to drop, and trust me—this one rattles the pillars of diplomacy like a jackhammer on marble. We’re heading east, past the rhetoric and beyond the smoke of peace talks, to a beachy little fever dream that’s now gaining geopolitical traction. Welcome to “The Hawaii of Israel”—yes, you read that right—where paradise has less to do with coconuts and more to do with political erasure.
Buckle up.
For decades, buried underneath polite press releases and two-state illusions, there’s been a simmering vision among certain Israeli power players: transfer Gaza’s Palestinian population somewhere—anywhere—else and call it progress. “Voluntary relocation,” “regional solution,” “humanitarian re-settlement”—spin it how you like. The core idea? Ethnic engineering dressed in a floral print.
But while this idea festered on the lunatic fringes of political discourse, it needed one thing to go mainstream: legitimacy. Enter Donald J. Trump—real estate tycoon turned geopolitical wrecking ball. The man who could rebrand a conflict zone as a timeshare opportunity just winked—and overnight, what was once radical is now making unofficial guest appearances in official conversations.
Let’s break it down.
During his term, Trump didn’t just move the U.S. Embassy to Jerusalem and call it a day. No, that’s bush league. He swung the diplomatic wrecking ball straight through decades of U.S. policy, recognized Israeli sovereignty over the Golan Heights, and nodded approvingly at annexation talk in the West Bank. Then came the Abraham Accords, koshering the normalization of ties between Israel and Gulf states faster than you can say “Palestinian who?”
And while the Beltway boys called it genius diplomacy, the subtext was clear: Palestine? Shrink it, sideline it, skirt around it. Nada about statehood, zip about borders, and zilch about right of return. The message was loud and tacky: Find a new home, folks. Perhaps somewhere tropical?
Which brings us to the ‘Hawaii of Israel’. Think palm trees meet relocation schemes. It’s got all the allure of paradise—minus the consent. Israeli politicians on the hard-right spectrum aren’t just floating this anymore; they’re pitching it, hard. The idea is being aired, discussed, and dangerously normalized. It’s like trying to swap eviction with emancipation and expecting applause.
Now, let’s be real—this isn’t just about Gaza. It’s about precedent. Create a reality on the ground, then convince the world it’s always been that way. That’s the Settler Playbook 101, filed somewhere between “Facts on the Ground” and “Oops, We Annexed It.” And with Trump giving the original nod, it’s no longer fringe—it’s a fallback plan.
But here’s the twist: no one’s shipping Palestinians out on steamboats tomorrow. This is the long con—a slow sell. Displace, displace, displace. Make life unlivable, then offer “choices.” Economic packages, foreign-based incentives, plans wrapped in slogans like “dignified relocation.” And all backed by the soft hum of bulldozers and drone surveillance.
Folks, this ain’t diplomacy. This is destination cleansing.
Now, before the outrage chorus warms up, let me cut you off. This isn’t about left vs. right, Zionist vs. anti-Zionist, or two-state vs. one-blinking-eye solution. This is about power. About bending international norms until they resemble fig leaves. And it’s about how one man’s “deal of the century” cracked the Overton window wide open—so that fantasies like a Palestinian-free Gaza could start wandering through the lobby of polite conversation.
The question isn’t whether this is wrong. You know it is.
The question is: who’s going to stop it?
Because the minute we accept that ethnic displacement can be massaged into a peace plan, we’ve left the realm of diplomacy and entered the age of Disneyland dystopia—where you bulldoze the people and build a beachfront resort.
The game’s on. And I play to win.
—Mr. 47
