We have a bunker buster: 10,000 words of evidence that Hamas committed genocide on Oct. 7. What are we planning to do with it?

Memorials, especially a memorial for an unspeakable tragedy, are a reminder that, in the end, we can never really “move on.”

Even on this singular day to honor the victims of Oct. 7, the mayor kept the poison coming.

It’s hard to imagine commemorating such a dark event on a day of joy. The cognitive dissonance would be unbearable.

While the atrocity of Oct. 7 is viscerally lodged in my memory, there is one thing I’ve been trying very hard to forget.

No matter how loud and how long and how often and how eagerly they have screamed, all they see are stubborn Jews who just keep going, Jews who can’t be stopped.

They can destroy our Temples and demonize us on social media, but they can’t destroy a joyful spirit that never stops building. That enduring spirit is the power of the sukkah.

The collective assault against Israel has been so broad and deep it’s been hard finding anyone in the mainstream media who will dare go after the Hamas murderers whose biggest victims are the Palestinians.

If ever there was a silver lining for the alarming rise in Jew-hatred, let it be the karmic prospect that the act of hating undermines the happiness of the haters.