Sometime around the 2006 re-invasion of Lebanon I gave up on writing about Israel. On one level, I was too disgusted by such an obviously immoral, unjustified action to say anything remotely analytical. All I’d be doing would be lashing out. But on another level, I didn’t want to be another Jewish writer endlessly wringing his hands (in the liberal version) or endlessly propagandizing (in the conservative version) about Israel, which is to project an ugly solipsism onto the foreign-policy debate. And the surest way for me not to write about something is to not read about it. So, whereas once I yidle-didle-didle’d my Firefox through Ha’aretz and the J-Post and the Jerusalem Report, nowadays I just leave all that behind and say a silent prayer for the next generation of young Jewboy-writers to write about anything else.

Then other times I find myself completely ignorant about Israeli politics and come across elegant, powerful and moving essays like Gershom Gorenberg’s semi-requiem for the Labor Party and feel the old tribal itch again. But I’d only be redundant. Read this.

And one more thing: in comments, don’t push my buttons about Israel or the Jews, OK? I don’t need to hear how you think the discourse on Israel is stifled or how the Israelis get away with murder without criticism or how American Jews aren’t nearly sufficiently critical of Israel or blah blah blah. Not a single one of these statements is at all interesting or original. If you can’t tell, I am trying to betray my heritage here, and you aren’t making it easy on me.