Aryeh Levin doesn't know

COLlive just can't quit! This morning, they have graced us with another banger. Apparently, murdered Jews makes Aryeh Levin feel poetic, but simultaneously turns off his brain. And the editor at COL decided this must be the time to bless the world with another masterpiece of uselessness. Aryeh goes through all the usual motions, the performative grief, the poetic pauses, the dramatic line breaks. And then, right when you think he’s about to say something meaningful, he blurts out the big finale: “I don’t know the solution.”

Of course you don’t, Aryeh. That’s the whole point. This entire genre is weakness sold as holiness. Jews are murdered, and the big takeaway is that you’re confused. That’s not humility, it’s cowardice. It’s not honesty, it’s paralysis. You’re not telling the truth, you’re broadcasting how terrified you are of actually saying it.

And then comes the prescription. Maybe light a candle. Maybe put a coin in the tzedakah box. Maybe whisper a word of Torah. Because nothing shakes Hamas like Rivkie lighting a tealight in her Crown Heights kitchen. Nothing makes ISIS flinch like Moishy dropping a nickel into his pushka. Seven Jews get slaughtered and your plan is to turn it into a preschool craft project.

Notice what he carefully avoids. Not one word about Arabs. Not one word about revenge. Not one word about an actual solution. He can spin touching Hallmark sketches: the groom, the caretaker, the doctor who baked bread. But when it comes to the killers, silence. Total moral paralysis. Jews bled out on the streets, and Aryeh’s brave response is another sad poem about “echoes of exile.”

This is exactly why the world laughs at us. Our enemies pick up guns, we pick up candles. They wage war, we hold vigils. They celebrate blood, we celebrate our sadness while Aryeh dresses it up as holiness. It isn’t holiness, it’s a sickness! It’s weakness dressed up as spirituality. And it’s Mottel Lightstone’s favorite erotica. He gets off reading published cowardice from our community, wrapping it in candles and buzzwords. Meanwhile, Hamas fears only one thing: Jews who actually say what needs to be said and do what needs to be done. Not your sappy poem and certainly not your tealight.

“I don’t know the solution.” No, Aryeh, you don’t want the solution. Because the solution isn’t more sighs and vigils. It’s Jewish strength, it’s Jewish revenge it’s Jewish justice. It’s making our enemies regret the day they were born. But that doesn’t get applause from the soy-latte crowd, so you deliver tears on command.

And here’s the truth: as long as we keep producing Aryeh Levins, and COL keeps spoon feeding our community this controlled opposition garbage, we’ll keep producing the environment for more attacks like this to occur, G-d forbid. Our problem isn’t just terror, it's that we’ve trained ourselves to be comfortable and even celebrate being victims. COL publishes it because it sells.

It’s another day, but it’s not OK. And neither is Aryeh Levin.