Netanyahu's government on the sickbed

As the date of Netanyahu's trial approaches, the world trembles, as if the fate of the planet hangs on his fluctuating pulse. A war erupts here, a crisis explodes there, Netanyahu enters the hospital with a mysterious ailment, rearranging the scene anew. No one knows if he is truly ill or if illness has become another form of governance, but what is certain is that the body has turned into a political tool, and illness has become a weapon to freeze "justice," numb the streets, and prolong a regime that feeds on delay and fear.

 The Hebrew newspapers themselves have begun to whisper harsh expressions; one suggested he might be suffering from "Munchausen syndrome," named after a German officer known for adding sensational details to his life. This psychological disorder causes its owner to feign illness to elicit sympathy and escape confrontation. In the case of this man, illness seems to be a recurring strategy rather than a mere incident; every time a court session approaches, a health emergency arises, thus turning the body into a political shield, and time into an ally, while what is called justice gasps behind a septuagenarian who knows how to create chaos to remain in the scene.

 But what lies beyond the individual is the structure that allows this to happen: the occupying state itself, which has built its legend on superiority and discipline, is today revealed as a body afflicted with the same frailty; a political system living on the edge of representation and denial, fearing confrontation, justifying every deviation in the name of "existential danger." Here, the illness of the head of the regime becomes a metaphor for the illness of the system, just as war becomes a temporary remedy for a legitimacy crisis.

 The judicial system in the occupying state, which the West presents as a model of democracy, is nothing but a facade for an authority based on structural discrimination and systematic repression. The occupying courts that claim to hold the corrupt accountable are the same ones that issue daily unjust rulings against dozens of Palestinians, without charges or fair trials, while they slow down in the face of their leader's corruption, legitimizing land theft, house demolitions, and the killing of Palestinians under a fabricated legal cover, in a precise engineering of injustice and tyranny, blurring the lines between law and force, and making justice a tool to conceal the features of crime rather than reveal them.

 In contrast, the global scene seems to participate in the play; every delay is met with a new disturbance, as if the man, every time he is summoned, conjures a crisis that occupies everyone, to the point that it has become a characteristic of many contemporary leaders, where illness is borrowed from the body to the system, and from the individual to the world.

 In reality, this scene cannot be separated from the moment of the great decline of a power that has lost its moral legitimacy. Netanyahu is not just a politician manipulating the law, but an embodiment of an era that has lost its moral compass, where truth turns into a well-crafted lie, and illusion becomes an art of governance. He understands that survival today relies not only on power but also on the ability to manage illusion and tame consciousness.

 His trial may not end soon, as its continuation serves many; the judiciary that impersonates independence to hide its dependency, the opposition that feeds on anger, and the world that finds in chaos a justification for more false balances. However, what no one will be able to delay is the collapse of the structure that has turned lying into a skill, illness into a trick, and war into bloody salvation.

 In the end, Netanyahu is not only escaping from the court but also from his own reflection. When he is tried, the occupying state is tried alongside him, and when he falls ill, the system he created becomes unbalanced. But his real illness is his fear of a moment when wars and crises cannot delay the truth, and when the dependent judiciary cannot save him from the justice of history, which comes slowly but never misses its target.