This won’t win me any popularity contests—and frankly, I couldn’t care less.

I’ve already paid the price for speaking uncomfortable truths. I was one of the earliest voices backing Donald Trump, long before the red MAGA hats flooded stadiums and cable news gave him non-stop airtime. My support cost me friends, professional connections, and more than a few open doors. And now, almost a decade later, I’m going to say something that may very well finish off what’s left of my “acceptable” standing in polite circles:

There is no peace.

Israel is not safer today than it was before Operation Rising Lion began. 

So someone please explain to me how President Trump has earned even a mention of the Nobel Peace Prize for halting Israel’s mission to neutralize the existential threat posed by Iran and its terror proxies. Was it peaceful when the missiles kept flying? When the sirens howled from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem To Haifa? When an Israeli family was vaporized in their home yesterday morning by an Iranian ballistic missile?

Trump stopped the operation. And in doing so, he stopped nothing. The Houthis still have ballistic missiles and launchers and their Iranian benefactors have vowed to make sure they will continue to have them. Hezbollah, though weakened, still remains entrenched in Lebanon as Iran finds creative ways to ensure they are paid and that they have the tools of terror to continue their campaign against Israel. Hamas remains a festering cancer in Gaza who is still holding hostages, killing Israeli soldiers and torturing their own people for daring to help Palestinians get food and medical aid at Gaza Humanitarian Foundation locations within the Strip. If this is peace, then the word has lost all meaning.

Let me make something very clear: I still support President Trump. I’ve defended him more fiercely than most of the sycophants currently weaponizing his image as if it's divine scripture. I still admire what he did—moving the U.S. Embassy to Jerusalem, brokering the Abraham Accords, and giving Israel leaders like Ambassador Mike Huckabee who actually love this country. But admiration doesn’t equal blind loyalty.

Yesterday, Donald Trump made a disastrous mistake.

And calling it out doesn’t make me a traitor to his cause—it makes me honest.

You can’t “Peace Through Strength” your way into a Nobel Prize when you order Israel to stand down while Iran still has its finger on the trigger. That’s not peace. That’s appeasement dressed up for a PR campaign.

The truth no one wants to hear is that Western leaders—every single one of them for the last fifty years—have utterly failed to understand the region. Sunni and Shiite Islamists don’t want peace with Israel. They want obliteration. When they’re not trying to exterminate Jews, they’re busy slaughtering each other. Look no further than Syria, where sectarian hatred turned an entire nation into a graveyard. You want peace? Show me where.

And to all the self-appointed patriots in the U.S. who’ve never heard a missile siren in their lives, who’ve never felt a sonic boom from an Iranian warhead or their impact as far as twenty kilometers away shake their windows at 5 a.m.—spare me your opinions. Don’t tell me to shut up. Don’t tell me to be “grateful.” Don’t tell me Trump brought peace.

You don’t live here.

We do.

It’s our kin hiding in stairwells.

It’s our children bleeding on the battlefield.

It’s our neighbors being buried every day.

So forgive me if I’m not impressed by a flashy airstrike on Fordow or a dramatic codename like “Midnight Hammer.” Those B2 bombers only reached their targets because Israel cleared the skies for ten days—taking the fire, absorbing the blowback, and protecting the very mission Trump now claims as his triumph. Where’s our gratitude?

Where’s the recognition that we—Israelis—did what many spoke of doing but no other country would dare? 

And yet, somehow, I’m the villain for saying this publicly. I get smeared for questioning a strategy that leaves terrorists alive and emboldened. I get trashed by people who think a few retaliatory bombings justify calling this “peace.”

Let me be clear: The so-called “reprisal” on Monday was a farce—a choreographed PR stunt, carefully designed not to endanger a single American life. Trump admitted as much. The Qataris, those terror-financing puppet-masters, orchestrated the optics like the PR maestros they are. And everyone applauded. Fireworks for the cameras. No strategic impact. No deterrence.

Meanwhile, back in the real world—our world—Israelis are still dying.

To those calling this a win, I ask: Win what, exactly? Did the Islamic Republic concede to any demands? Will they stop funding the proxies they created to destroy us? Will they cease all efforts to develop weapons that can annihilate us?

This isn’t about left or right. It’s not about MAGA or Never Trump or being woke or based. This is about survival. It’s about facing the ugly, violent truth that peace does not come from restraint—it comes from victory. Full stop.

And no, I don’t revel in war. I hate it. I’ve seen what it does to children. I’ve held my own kids as they trembled during missile barrages. I've looked into their eyes each time they returned from the front these last few years, I know the damage it does to the soul. But if peace is the goal, then total victory is the only path. Anything less is just a delay of the next war and as history has proven, Hamas, Hezbollah, Iran all live for the next war.

President Trump may have halted Operation Rising Lion. He may have ordered Israel’s jets to turn around. But in doing so, he didn’t bring peace.

He simply prolonged the 46-year war between the Islamic Republic of Iran and the Jewish State of Israel.

And that, Mr. President, is not peace.

It’s surrender, dressed up in red, white, and blue.

So to my critics: Unfollow me. Block me. Cancel me. Do your worst.

But I will never stop speaking the truth.

Because it’s our lives on the line—not yours.