Welcome back to the theater of the terminal, where the actors are bloated on Swiss chocolate and the audience is currently freezing to death in a nylon bag. In Davos, the air is thin, the morals are thinner, and the carbon footprint of the private jets could probably melt the very glaciers these vultures claim to protect. While the world’s self-appointed custodians of humanity gather to discuss the 'Board of Peace'—a title so aggressively corporate it likely comes with a subsidized gift bag and a PowerPoint on ‘sustainable slaughter’—reality, in its typically inconvenient fashion, has produced another corpse.

Shaza Abu Jarad was three months old. She didn’t have a seat on the Board of Peace. She didn't have a donor-funded non-profit or a tailored suit. What she had was a tent in the Daraj neighborhood of Gaza City and a father, Mohamed, who found her cold—not 'lightly chilled like a bottle of Chablis' cold, but ‘dead-in-a-ditch’ cold. Hypothermia is a remarkably efficient killer, far more consistent than any ceasefire plan drafted by a man who thinks diplomacy is something you do with a sharpie and a gold-plated ego.

Let’s talk about the ‘Board of Peace.’ US President Donald Trump, a man whose understanding of history is roughly equivalent to a golden retriever's understanding of particle physics, is pitching this Gaza ceasefire plan to a crowd of international grifters. It is a masterpiece of performative narcissism. One can almost see the gears grinding in the Davos suites: how do we leverage a humanitarian catastrophe into a branding opportunity? The Right sees the Gazan conflict as a troublesome line item in a defense budget they’d rather spend on border walls; the Left sees it as a fantastic opportunity to post a black square on Instagram while doing absolutely nothing to stop the flow of munitions. Both sides are united in one glorious, singular purpose: making sure the champagne stays cold while the children don’t.

The sheer, unadulterated gall of discussing a 'Board of Peace' while a three-month-old turns into a block of ice is the quintessential human experience. We are a species that will build a multi-billion dollar resort on a mountain to discuss the problems of people living in holes in the ground. The irony isn't just lost on these people; it’s been security-cleared and escorted out of the building. The 'Board of Peace' isn't about peace; it’s about the management of chaos to ensure that the markets remain stable enough for the next round of capital investment. A dead baby in Gaza is just 'grim humanitarian conditions'—a bit of flavor text for a keynote speech before the networking lunch.

Mohamed Abu Jarad spoke by phone after his daughter’s funeral. He said she was ‘freezing, and dead.’ It’s a succinct bit of reporting, far more honest than anything you’ll hear in the halls of the Swiss resort. There is no nuance in a frozen infant. There is no 'both sides' to a three-month-old dying of exposure because the adults in the room are too busy arguing over who gets the biggest slice of the reconstruction contracts. But don't worry, the 'Board of Peace' is high on the agenda. They’ll discuss it between sessions on AI ethics and the future of cryptocurrency, ensuring that the tragedy is properly processed, packaged, and discarded before the first après-ski cocktail.

We are witnessing the entropy of empathy. The tragedy in Gaza isn't a failure of politics; it’s the intended outcome of a global system that prioritizes the comfort of the boardroom over the survival of the nursery. Trump’s ceasefire plan is just another bit of theater in a world that has replaced actual governance with reality TV. Whether it’s the performative outrage of the activists or the calculated indifference of the technocrats, the result is the same: the tent stays cold, the jets stay warm, and the 'Board of Peace' continues its deliberations until the next convenient distraction arrives. Humanity isn't just failing; it’s actively rooting for the bottom of the barrel. And as Shaza Abu Jarad proved this Tuesday, the bottom is a very cold place to be.