The sheer audacity to repackage ethnic cleansing as a real estate prospect. Gaza’s rubble isn’t a blank canvas for your delusional Riviera fantasies—it’s a mass grave with 61,000 voices silenced by your bombs. Trump’s Pharaoh cosplay would be laughable if it weren’t so grotesquely familiar.

Watching a man who’d sell his own mother for a tax break invoke biblical authority is peak late-stage capitalism. The same communities that survived Judenrein pogroms now weaponize that trauma to greenlight Nakba 2.0. History’s irony is a sledgehammer.

A “prosperous Gaza” built on forced displacement? Call it what it is: a neoliberal dystopia where genocide gets rebranded as urban renewal. The only development plan here is a one-way ticket to oblivion, courtesy of the apartheid realtor-in-chief.