Only in Israel. I spent the morning in the pool. The afternoon making gefilte fish for the New Year holiday. And the evening in a bomb shelter dodging missiles from Iran!

The Ayatollahs sent out 182 missiles and managed to kill only one person: a Gazan man who was in Jericho! I’m not making this up. How ironic is that? Other missiles fell in Hebron – that hotbed of Israel hatred – and even though no one was reported injured, there are films of Arab kids playing with it like it’s a toy… Don’t they have parents?

The real tragedy of this evening was a completely unforeseen terror attack in the middle of Tel Aviv when two murdering terrorists got off the light rail train on Jerusalem Street in Yaffo – a very popular nightlife area – and opened fire killing eight and injuring others at point blank range until they themselves were shot down like dogs. Such “heroes.” I don’t have details about who they were yet and how they got into Tel Aviv with weapons. Let’s bury them with pig flesh so their virgins will reject them.

So, Iran, a Bronx cheer to you! God took your missiles and sent them where He wanted them to go.

How did I feel when the sirens went off? Surprisingly calm. I managed to talk to all my kids and see that they were also fine. We waited for the all clear, and that was that.

But I’ll tell you what really frightened me today: the information coming out of Lebanon about how the entire border with Israel is filled with a catastrophic number of tunnels and weapons depots crammed with Iranian weapons of destruction and even a guide book on how to invade the Galilee and murder, rape and kill all our people. In the end, we will see that as terrible as October 7 was, it was a blessing in disguise because otherwise the Radwan forces of Hezbollah would have made October 7 look like child’s play. I shudder to think of it. But now, with so many of them castrated and blind, they’ll hopefully have other things to worry about than rape and murder. I hope they all die a terrible death, like their fearless leader, Nasrallah, who died slowly, agonizingly, in the toxic fumes that overtook his bunker. There wasn’t a scratch on him.

Now our forces (my grandson is there too) are blowing up the tunnels on the border, the way they blew up the tunnels in Gaza, destroying the weapons, chasing away the Hezbollah terrorists. It will take as long as it will take, the IDF says. God help us not to lose any of our fearless and magnificent boys.

I am so grateful that we have a military force that is able to handle seven fronts at the same time with one hand, and with the other shoot down hundreds of Iranian missiles. How astonishing! There is no choice. We are surrounded by maniacs, and that includes the “poor, innocent children” in Gaza. Look at them jumping up and down for joy as rockets from Iran are poised to murder civilians.

No sorry. They don’t look hungry, or afraid. They look full of joy, the little bastards.

You’d think, wouldn’t you, all those bleeding hearts so concerned for International Law and “the poor children” would be upset at missiles fired at civilians which is a war crime. But no. Special law for civilian Jews and their children, night ICJ, UN? Kill them all, with our blessing.

But hundreds of ballistic missiles from Iran didn’t succeed in killing a single Jew. Second time it’s happened. Israel has an Iron Dome, true. But best of all, it has sheltering hand of the Almighty, whom I thank with all my heart once more, for our deliverance from evil.

There is much talk here about our response. I think Iran will be surprised when it happens. I’d be afraid if I was Mr. Ayatollah. I’d stay in my bunker until further notice.

Here’s a photo of Iran’s missiles over Jerusalem’s holy places. For people who claim to hold the Temple Mount in such holy awe, you could very well have blown it to smithereens! Better luck next time. Then we can remove the rubble and rebuild our Temple. All thanks to you!

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