The resemblance is uncanny
Itamar Ben Gvir— "Ah, Harry, my dear, sharp-eyed Harry. It’s me, Itamar Ben Gvir, and I know you’ve heard the whispers, the scandals, the so-called controversies they love to pin on me. But you’re a smart man, aren’t you? You know how the game is played. They twist, they turn, they smear, because they’re terrified—terrified of a man like me. Someone who sees the cracks in the system and isn’t afraid to pry them wide open. And yes, Harry, maybe I’ve ruffled a few feathers, but isn’t that how you know you’re making a difference? When they can’t stop talking about you? It’s the price of being necessary, my friend. Necessary for this land, for its people. And trust me, Harry, I am very necessary."
Itamar Ben Gvir— "Ah, Harry, my dear, sharp-eyed Harry. It’s me, Itamar Ben Gvir, and I know you’ve heard the whispers, the scandals, the so-called controversies they love to pin on me. But you’re a smart man, aren’t you? You know how the game is played. They twist, they turn, they smear, because they’re terrified—terrified of a man like me. Someone who sees the cracks in the system and isn’t afraid to pry them wide open. And yes, Harry, maybe I’ve ruffled a few feathers, but isn’t that how you know you’re making a difference? When they can’t stop talking about you? It’s the price of being necessary, my friend. Necessary for this land, for its people. And trust me, Harry, I am very necessary."