The Palestinians Should Fly to the Moon

This is an open invitation to the entire universe.
This is it, the one and only solution to end the suffering of all humanity while at the same time, perhaps this is the way to mute the voice of all Palestinians. This is the way to terminate any potential contact with all the Palestinians.
Growing up, I remember watching the scientific television programs that discussed the possibility of creating a city on the moon; this captivating fictional idea should now be put to a humanitarian usage.
I am absolutely not trying to be sarcastic as this should be a reality: it is economically feasible and will save the great powers of the world billions of dollars in the next few centuries. Billions that would have gone to waste in trying to help nations that desire an end to their displeasure with the Palestinian existence, billions to aid nations who desire weapons to terminate the Palestinians, and the few millions that would have sustained the Palestinians for the next few decades.
The Palestinian suffering is a myth, and I am tired of hearing us bother the rest of the world. Our beautiful land, the ever green land and green as far as the eye can see is a myth. The legend died in 1948, and everyday is just another waste of valuable time, that could be spent on the moon, as we can start discovering the exciting ever-powdery wonders of that pearl-shaped satellite.
We must finally come to the conclusion that we are not welcome anywhere. My dad used to say “It is he who leaves his home whose value dwindles” and I now agree completely: we have no home and we are not welcome anywhere. We are also no longer willing to fight. Who are we to forgive and forget or be forgiven and our sins forgotten? It is outrageous to recognize our suffering, as it suggests automatically the denial of other’s suffering.
Our culture no longer belongs to us; we must give up our music, our art, our folkloric dances, our names, our dresses, our weddings, our food, our heritage and our history to the ones who now reside on what once belonged to us, or to be politically correct: what we unrightfully kept for thousands of years.
We must move on, this time we will no longer be the unwelcomed guest of anywhere; we will fly to the moon.
The moon, our moon, we saw it, we never came close to it, we can never reach it, we named it everything that was round, shiny and breathtaking, we called it the pearl, the goddess of the night, the silver plate, the stunning face, etc. we named it that and more, and now, we will move there and forever.
Our children looked up to the moon for sixty years, while in the background echoed the noise of clashes. Our prisoners looked up to the moon through the tight windows of their torture cells, at nights when they tried to quietly forget.
No one will ever hear from us, and no one will ever be bothered by our odious existence. This also means no one will ever have to kill us, no one will starve us, no one will deny us anymore of our: Our stolen rights..? Your reacquired goods? Whose Booty?
Free World, take all you want of what remained with us, and keep all that you have already taken from us, it is yours, by the law of the earth, the law of the man, and so you say, the pledge of god.
We were wrong all along, and now I am hereby standing alone to proclaim this revelation, and to beg for the forgiveness of this world, for all the suffering our existence alongside your children have caused you.
But this will be the last thing we will ever ask you: Anyone with a single drop of Palestinian blood who could ever torture humanity with his detestable DNA, must be shipped out to the moon, in an air-conditioned ship, to a state-of-the-art village, built on the moon with all of the tools necessary to start a civilization, with soil, and seeds, and enough water, and leave us to restart the narrative of humanity from the very beginning, but this time on the moon.