Stephen Daisley Stephen Daisley

John Fetterman’s noble support for Israel should be no surprise

(Photo by Anna Moneymaker/Getty Images)

Politicians are like bad boys: never fall in love with them, they’ll always hurt you in the end. But try as I might, and I have tried mightily, I can’t fight it anymore. I’ve fallen head over heels for the junior senator from Pennsylvania.

Friday night tipped it for me. John Fetterman was at home in Braddock, a rundown Pittsburgh suburb where he lives with his wife and three children, when an anti-Israel mob gathered outside and began chanting: ‘Fetterman, Fetterman, you can’t hide; you’re supporting genocide!’ Another Democrat might have requested a police evacuation or issued a cuckish statement of solidarity with the demonstrators in the hopes they would leave him alone, but Fetterman took a rather different approach.

As the mob screamed and waved Palestinian flags below, Fetterman appeared on the roof of his loft apartment, which looks out onto Braddock’s last remaining steel mill. In his hands was an Israeli flag, which he held aloft.

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