You may not have noticed, it may have passed you, but just this week, Monday, a day of rage occurred. It was not just some point or neighborhood rage, but no less than a national day of rage proclaimed by particularly angry people from specially funded nonprofits who promised to flood the streets and wash the country with angry citizens.

No less than nine organizations were behind the day of rage. There were more familiar ones, such as "standing together", alongside them lesser known but no less outraged organizations such as "with you" and a community that calls itself "the circle of groups". They all joined together to hoist up signs of a red and red face from Rahat Junction in the south to Acre in the north, from ministerial houses in peaceful communities to protests in busy Tel Aviv and its scrolls.

Choosing the source of the decision precisely on a day of rage as the title of their activity is not necessary to look far. It is borrowed, of course, from our neighbors, who use this terminology on a regular basis, mainly to mark a specific day when they will aspire to shed Israeli blood. Fate wanted, and while declaring a day of rage within the Green Line, Palestinian terrorist organizations also declared their own day of rage against the possibility of applying sovereignty.

While the nature of the activity is different, Israeli nonprofits are not Hamas and Fatah, and the other metastases that split up. Burners persuade the Israeli voter to reflect on the "right" ideas in the ballot box.

This is why many of the organizations in question exchange goals and objectives like socks. The governmental corruption, the yellow vests, the southern residents bombarded in the name of Palestinian rage, the occupation, the outline of gas and a range of more or less just goals are all just symptoms of the Hebrew dystopia in which we live. The good news is that it can be turned into a utopia - if you just wake up you will see how boiling we are.

The "no" that the Israeli public says repeatedly at the ballot box is received by rage organizations like a toddler who hears the word "no" from his parents and crackles his feet and screams. If I'm angry - a sign that I'm right; If I'm furious - I'm twice right. And if you don't do what I say, there's going to be a mess here. Or as the angry toddler's Facebook page says, "This is a warning shot for a big fight against those in power."

In the childish minds of the Rage Priests, the number of ridiculous mandates that represent their activities, the frequent failures and the fact that they are generals in a ridiculous and unarmed army - does not matter. Everything is marginal compared to the tantrum and the foam on the lips.

Wrath Day is ultimately a sad spectacle. There is nothing more heart-wrenching than humans who live in the consciousness that they are a decoration, when in reality they are a pale and very furious imitation of Sancho Pansha.