NASTY IS AS NASTY DOES

  I obviously have not been present during the presidential administrations of the vast majority throughout the history of America. I also have not paid attention to some where I have been physically present but not necessarily paying close attention to the political Going Ons. Life does have a way of interfering, does it not. In any case, the past is the past and though there certainly is much blame to go around as to why Americans, including you and me, were not paying the same degree of attention that should have been the order of the day, we must move forward now and improve on the current situation - or at least give it a try. 

No administration within our nation or the vast majority of other nations of the world can point to themselves and boast of their purity and moral cleanliness, their own commitment to sincere presentation of humanity at its best. We humans are a selfish bunch of people, weak in our resistance to temptation. Too many of us take the easy way, the easy path and fail to pay attention to the consequences inherent within those choices. Then we appear to be shocked at the miserable results. We then look around as to where we can lay blame, find the scapegoat that enables the rest of us to go free and emerge with clean hands and purity of heart - false as that might be.

However, the moral filth polluting our nation these days, the stench of its corruption, is overwhelming. I believe that even in the worst days of the Nixon administration we had not fallen as low as we have today. There is a blatant misogynistic. misanthropic creature at the head of government within these United States of ours who has nary a good word to say about anyone or anything other than himself. 

His twisted motivations and beliefs, his Hitleresque demonization of all who differ, in his eyes anyway, are soul shattering. What boggles the mind further though, is how so many have bought solidly into his administration, allowed themselves to be bought by visions of power, influence and wealth, and wallowed in the filthy cesspool of his lies and hate.   overfilled with the ugliness, the worst, of mankind.  

 Even more shocking is the leeway he is given, as he stumbles and trips over his own feet, literally, figuratively and morally. He publicly demeans reporters who dared to ask him questions which he would prefer not to answer. He does not have any answer which would prove acceptable in the eyes of most standardly normal people. He makes monsters of immigrants, the people upon whom this nation was built, is built, and will be built. They are less than human in his eyes. They are literally of no importance other than the political benefit he derives from them. 

He portrays himself as a Superman standing there in a rather holey suit with arms akimbo and legs spread wide. As if he, only he, stands in the way, preventing this nation from being overrun by 'criminals, murderers, rapists'. Saving this nation from itself. He forgets that his grandfather was an immigrant. He forgets that Elon Musk, not a favorite of mine, is an immigrant as well. So are the founders of many of the Fortune 500 companies within this nation. As are the many doctors, nurses, store owners and shopkeepers, teachers and artisans sharing their gifts with us. As are your ancestors and mine. As they helped build this nation, moved it forward, helped it grow.

Furthermore, we all forget one critical point within our history. Even as we mostly stood in the right path, tried to do right by others, tried to spread democracy to oppressed nations, we committed many errors. Oftentimes, as a result of our actions or lack of action, nations became embroiled in civil wars which long continued to shred them. As an outgrowth of the damage done, the despair engendered, many of the citizens of these broken nations fled, for their lives, for their children, for a chance at building a new and better life. 

In fact, and in actuality, these are the same reasons for which our ancestors determined to come here. To make that perilous journey. To split families apart. To seek out that which we all seek. A life. Where we can live in peace. With peace. And build foundations to carry ourselves and our families well into the future. To keep this nation as pure at heart as possible. And to always seek a better way. A higher road. And to stand by the higher morals of humanity. 

At times it seems we have succeeded, while at other times we have failed. Often abysmally so. At times we made the situation worse than it was, but at least we tried, generally with good intentions in mind. These days, however, we appear to be willing to. vend our nation. Sell it to the highest bidder. Compromise our morals and ethics. Almost hourly. If not even quicker than that. 

We even go so far as to shred families. Rip them asunder. Create orphans and bereaved parents where there should be none. Instead of welcoming the work ethics, the bravery, the skills and talents, the contributions of these people, we tar them with the blackness within a few of the hearts among them, even as we have the many criminals among our own native born and thrive, they do.

Even as we have made welcomed the many criminals, the many morally deficient and ill-intentioned characters into our own governments at all levels. We disregard the family names indicative of the many foreign nations from whence our American population has developed. How proudly we hang those sepia portraits of our ancestors on the wall. How we praise them. And so why is this any different from the situation today? Other than that, we have allowed for the rules and regulations to be overwhelmed. Or disregarded. Ensuring that we would have a mess at the borders. Though not from the image drawn by Trump, et al of boundless. criminals knocking down our doors, wishing only to inflict harm upon us.

How gullible can we be? How blind can we be? How quickly will we allow a lack of foresight and forethought force this nation into the doldrums. Where there is no thinking out of the box. Where there is no new excitement. No fresh ideas. No exciting new viewpoints and culture. Unfortunately, we are well on the way of allowing that to actually become the reality.

The first step. The middle step and the last step. To own up to our failures. To strive to correct them. Always. To know and to act upon that knowledge - that we must police our own and keep the criminals and the morally lacking out of government, out of positions of authority. 

And say, hey, let's begin with the next election. Let us all take ourselves by the collar, shake ourselves, and look at ourselves in the mirror. And think and wonder and ask and answer with honesty - who are we? Are we that whom we want to be? If not, how do we get there and if yes, how do we maintain it?

For sure, don't go asking Trump these questions. We do not need any more damage for he has already inflicted much upon us. Much that will take a great deal of time, effort and energy to counteract and repair the damage done.

If we do not learn now, then when? When. will. we. learn? Who. will. teach. us?

Eternal questions of Yesterday. 

Remaining prominent in our Today. 

Always to remain so in our Tomorrow.

In the long-term future, what future will there be?

We ask, and I, you, all of us must provide the answers. 

Extension

 Due to holiday laziness will skip today Wishing everyone a great holiday and see you again on Sunday

PEACE AND GOODWILL?

Peace on Earth? Goodwill to men? Why not all men? Why not all humanity or humankind? How do we really define those terms? Is peace an absolute or a term of relativity? The same with goodwill. In fact, how do we even discern whether expressions of peace and goodwill are sincere rather than coated in the usual euphemisms for the sake of political expediency and social harmony.

I do not know the answers to those questions. It boggles the mind even to think of trying to find those answers, to define them to a specificity    clear enough to allow for no misunderstandings. In fact, I don't even believe that humanity is capable of such specificity. Nor interested in it either. It would require too much work, too much effort and too little certainty of a positive and productive outcome.

Let's take peace for the first defining moment of this posting. Is peace contained within the definition off no war. Or is one allowed to wage small wars, little wars, local wars considered not to be so serious. Not so many are dying. Not hundreds of thousands, barely 10s of thousands. Or is that peace allowed to contain within it wars that have been going on for years. Decades. Maybe even longer. So, it doesn't really count, does it? We're used to it already.

Does peace within the world have to arise from peace elsewhere? If we are at peace with ourselves, with each individual, with those with whom we are most in contact and of concern, is that enough to generate at least an impulse towards peace with strangers? And how can we be at peace with strangers? How can we find points of commonality strong enough to overcome the little wars, the little hostilities. The simmering negativity that 'only' bursts into mild explosions from time to time. Can we for sure call this Peace? Peace is at hand.? I don't think so. And when we try to fool ourselves, that peace is indeed at hand, we are merely denying the truth we would rather not see nor know within our hearts.    

Perhaps we need to start over with goodwill as the initiation point. If we look at others and see only negativity. If we think how we are better than they are, whomever 'they' are. If we wonder how we can get one over on them. Or prevent them from getting one over on us. Then what actually do the terms and sentences and vows of goodwill actually mean? Whilst the one hand is shaking a hand with vows of peace and goodwill, of friendship eternal and the other hand is behind the back, counting knives and bullets and for their use, then what is anything we say worth a sou? Or a plugged nickel if you prefer.

This is supposed to be the time of peace and goodwill for all. Between and for all. But take a look around. I believe Trump has claimed he has ended eight wars. Count again. For each and every one of those wars is actually a truce on shaky legs, if any legs remain at all. Or the entities involved. have returned to the past and brought it forward into the present and the future. Reinstated those "little” wars. Those wars between smaller nations. And so directly do not affect us. So, what the hey? Peace is at hand. Goodwill for our fellow Humans. What a crock.

Not only that, and I guess here I am a Grinch. These holidays often colliding into each other with their scheduling are supposed to be days of joy. Of shedding light upon the world. Of reaching out to one another. Of good times and good wishes. But just think. Look. See what is happening around the world. The Jews of Australia and Bondi Beach getting a massacre for all their troubles. Numerous sites related to Judaism and its institutions also have been likewise 'gifted'.  "Christians" of dubious Christianity are shouting to the rooftops, from the rooftops of their JewHatred, their 'justified' anti Semitism.

Christians and Muslims in hostilities with each other. Hindus and Buddhists, the epitome of   "peaceful” religious having at each other with a viciousness one could never have imagined. And within the separate religions, the individual sects   spew venom and contempt upon the others, even consort with the enemies to gain the upper hand. If we cannot even look at each other, how can we then look back to points supportive of indeed having true peace and goodwill. To mean for it to happen, to strive for it to happen? 

No, I don't think peace and goodwill are terms of relevancy to us. Perhaps, once in some unknown time, long ago there actually was a relevancy to it. But upon looking back, I see no time when there was neither war, nor conflict. No true peace. And as I peer into the horoscopes of our todays, I see nothing better.; in fact, I see, only worse coming straight at us. AI chat boxes. More sophisticated weapons. Shouts of triumph at achieving that next level.

 No, this is not the todays we want. These are not todays of peace and of quiet. No true progress has been made and certainly, the efforts, if any, have been weak and mewling. Finally, we look into the tomorrows. Those same days that we are so anxious to see as better times with better opportunities. Truly a time of peace and goodwill. Amongst all, for all, from all, to all. 

At present, though, all the lights of Hanukkah. All the lights of Kwanzaa. All the lights of Christmas. All the lights of all the other religions all lit up at the same time are in actuality lighting up nothing. For the light is cold. And dark.

Would that we would all take a look back and see the truth of our yesterdays, our todays, and our tomorrows as portended by a perusal of our   history.  Take a look!  And damn it! Work. To make that peace on earth and goodwill a reality to all. Practiced. Etched into our souls. 

Would that we would. 

We know we should.

We know we could.

But.

DAYMARES? NIGHTMARES? WHAT LIES BETWEEN?

  We have all had those moments when we suddenly stop, take a look around and wonder. Am I dreaming? Did I dream this before? Is this real? Will I wake up to find that I am reliving a dream? Or perhaps it is more a nightmare than a dream. Certainly not a daydream that one wishes to pursue.

 Perhaps the first daydream nightmare we had was upon the confirmation that Trump actually won that first election, not by popular vote but by electoral votes. These were the same voting numbers he rejected in his second run for office in favor of an armed and violent rebellion, for electorally, he was a gone goose. Thankfully, there were enough people awake in this nation who possessed the power in their hands to cancel Trump and his rebellion and put in place the rightfully elected President of the United States, though he really was not much to write home about at the end of it all, was he?

In any case, this grandiose man indulged in his grandiose dreams and in his second term in office, he began to live our daymares. Those nightmares we had of him walking down an aisle with a long purple cape around his shoulders and a gold crown upon his head, a gilt crown at that. These overstated dreams and plans of his, began to seem ever more real. Horrifyingly so.     

He began to exercise kingly, dictatorial powers. Which never existed. He claimed the rights to rule. basically, as a monarchial figure, with no entity in this nation, no political power, no constitutional amendment or precedents in law stood in his way. He was the boss! Just ask him. And then find yourself with a pink slip. That very day sometimes.  Even worse, as the man began to exercise his nonexistent powers, he convinced many of his right to do so. Or frightened them with his threats to place them on his hit list and then proceed to execute any and all who displeased him or disapproved of his grandiose plans.

And there we were. An entire nation, no, an entire world, walking on tip toes and eggshells around him and his mercurial changes in place and plans and attitude. In support or opposition? Instead of fighting back, resisting, they all gave in as the world's economy was tipped over. Boasts of prices falling, of plenty for all, of reduced taxes and more income, of blue fairy dust inundating the atmosphere all went by the wayside. There we were as well, embroiled in his nightmares made daymares. 

The world erupted in war. Violence and attempts to dominate nations and tribes around them. Even those faraway. We had not seen such turmoil and animosity in quite some time. But all that has come out of his misshapen twisted thoughtless world, is a world erupting, gone mad, overthrowing of all   attempts to try to maintain world order. 

Worse, this new fad of trend toward denial and violence, of one nation calling for rights over another's lands and minerals, to exercise dominance over them, led to the worst outbreak of hate not seen for some time. JewHatred among Muslim   nations, with the rest of the world's nations falling in line, both pursued and reinflamed a toxic hatred, a venomous Anti Semitism such as we have not seen since the Crusades, the pogroms and the demonic plans of Hitler. 

Eschewing all that had gone right in the world over the past few decades. All the steps taken in true progress, not the false ones that people are touting these days. A world gone mad. A tragic turn to the wrong, on both Left and Right. For Jews especially. For the nation of Israel. This has been a returning nightmare morphed rapidly and evilly into daymares which had haunted us through the millennia. A time we had thought, hoped, was gone forever. A shedding of the Hate and the Violence of yesteryears.

Sadly, tragically, not so.

Much of this lies at the feet of Trump. His grossness. His trend toward the crooked and the wrong. His intense disrespect for decency and for people in general. His overblown ego, gilded at that, and the ugly, skewed soul of his. All have combined in an evil synergy which has taken too long for people to acknowledge and attempt to ameliorate and finally, to cast him and his evil cohorts and backers, out, those equally inept creatures who wish only to walk lockstep with Trump, guide him and his misaligned steps and retain power, no matter the cost to the world and to America. 

The only good I can see is that he supported Israel.  But even in that semi positive area, he has gone astray. He has threatened Israel in his attempts to control her, thus, inadvertently or on purpose, aligning himself with the enemies of Israel who claim that it is not a legitimate state. He waxes hot and cold over all matters. Security. Planet destruction. Space force but no funding in adequate manner. Rehabilitation of a battered and bruised planet. Disarm Hamas. One day, yes, one day no, that will never be. But it doesn't matter because he will take North Gaza and reimagine it as a place of luxury, of course, entitled - Trump.

Furthermore, almost 10 years ago when he announced his running for office, when others laughed, I cried. I saw the insanity deep within him. I saw his lack of morals. His ineptitude. His innate nastiness. His just about total inability to do the right thing and maintain that path. His increasing dementia. Increasing physical deterioration. Growing lack of control over emotions. Clear before any eyes wishing to see the truth. But too many refused to admit their error and kept on backing him. Until we are really just about up that Creek without a paddle.

It remains to us, those who retain a degree of sanity, a modicum of intelligence and a sense of responsibility towards the world to refuse to remain complicit and implicit to and in the disaster he is fomenting and inflicting upon this earth. Nor is it only in dealing with people that he runs awry. He is blind, purposely so, to the crisis that we have placed upon this earth and its integrity. To remain solid, to remain as a place for positive inhabitance.

Thank the Lord there are those among the population of the world, among the Americans, who see the truth. Who are trying their best to counteract the damage his kingly edicts leave behind. We see the wreckage his dictates and decrees cause. All of which serve no purpose at all other than to destroy this nation. 

Kudos to the judges who knocked down his unconstitutional plans and actions. Best wishes to Americans, to people of all the nations of the world. 

To all those who yesterday knew the truth. 

To all those who have the courage and ability to fight for our todays.      

And to all those who have the faith to look into that dark tunnel and see the light of the tomorrows to come, looking deep into the future.   

We hope their visions are the ones to succeed rather than the mis-envisioned world of Trump et al.  

THERE ARE DAYS

  And today is one of those days. It takes forever just to get yourself to push back the blanket and maneuver oneself into position to begin that rather uninviting day.  Getting up and out from that inviting looking bed is just not looking to be worth the intense effort and strength necessary to complete the task. Doing what is scheduled for the day is not at all tempting; hence, why not just plop back down again, pull up the covers and plan to sleep at least until 10!  

Why is this the case?  I cannot give you any kind of scientific or psychiatric explanation which will   convince all. But suffice it to say that there are some damn good reasons and today looks like a day plentiful with excuses that would convince the most heard hearted soul to reach down and pull those covers back out, ready to roll once again up to your head, as you breathe a sigh of relief, close the eyes and aahhh, sleep, that luscious, state of being where one can regain strength, and then take on the day with vim and vigor. Oh, for such a day today.

But that will never happen, and I know that down to the deepest atom hideaway within my disrespected body. It craves sleep. It hates today's activities, so why not just plop down .... Nope, cannot go there again. Took too much time and energy just to gain a sitting position on the edge of the mattress. But oh, to pull myself out of bed, that ever so inviting, tempting bed which offers far more enjoyment for today than what is on the agenda.

 Tilting, tilting and ...damn! The hand won and here I am, sitting up and waiting for the energy to stand, to rise and get going. Waiting, waiting, waiti .... and there it goes, the last bit of futile resistance. Time again to be an adult and face the day, that miserable day filled with ugly characters and even uglier thoughts. Why must we all be so nasty to each other, to think that the way through to a good life is to steal that good life from another and walk away with the "prize".

There has to be a better way. I know there is one. But we seem to lose track of that every single day and have to begin this struggle all over again. That in itself is discouraging. It adds to the burden of leaving that warm comfortable just right bed and tackle the day. Again. And again tomorrow. And again, the day after that. And on and on. Until we lose sight of the end of the tunnel. Then we give a sigh, a resigned one at that, gather our energies from whence they have scattered and start all over again.

One days, though, I am going to ignore the voices telling me to get up! Stop being lazybones. Here comes the hand. Oh, for the strength to resist its pull.  And anyway, think on today's doings. 

OH, MY LORD - THE GREATS ARE DUE HERE TODAY!!!  

Whoosh!! Out of bed, in and out of a shower, grab the new bundle of toys and adorable clothes and yes!! There they are. How Could I have mistaken today for tomorrow's nasty day? Oh well, leave that for tomorrow. Now is fun time.

Yesterday, today and tomorrow - can be good days too. We just need to keep them close at hand.

GEORGE, MEET DONALD, DONALD, MEET GEORGE

 On the off chance that you do not know to whom I am referring or whom I am referring to whom, that would be George Washington and Donald Trump. Worlds apart. Donald, in case you don't recall, when offered the crown after the defeat of the British in the American Revolution, George turned it down. He said we had just gotten rid of one monarch and need no other. No more. 

Evidently, that message, that example, went plumb right over your head. In fact, it was not only that you did not turn any such offer down, but that you made the offer to yourself, by yourself and did not even wait for an answer from the American people. Worst of all is how quickly you glommed onto the self-made offer and crowned yourself. King Donald I The Fool. And Americans went from one true patriot who refused to partake of that offer, to a man of gimme, gimme, gimme mentality 250 years later.  

Worse, he was not even responding to an offer other than himself to himself. 

What a fall from grace!  

Even worse than that is how We, the People, who once proudly declared themselves the authors and owners of a Declaration of Independence and a Constitution, as well, the first among the land, enabled him to do so. This man's intentions were clear as glass from the get-go. He spoke about himself in third person quite often, a prerogative of royals. Once he laid his greedy hands on the power of the presidency he did not stop there. 

Instead, he moved steadily ever onward or would that better be phrased as backwards. Far past any other president in the history of this nation. By the time he reached his last year in office, he was already well ensconced on his seat of royalty and deep into the planning of how to steal the election and become King of this Nation. 

He encouraged rebellion and violence and then, as a King, denied it all and claimed his Seat of Royalty as a given. Over the next four years he waged a war of his own absurdities and convinced too many of the Righteousness and Inevitability. of His Cause. They bought into it - hook, line and sinker. Result - The first full term of King Donald I The Fool. To the great detriment of the nation, and ... 

EVERYTHING BECAME CAPITALIZED AS WE MOVED EVER DEEPER INTO THE EVER-DARKENING REIGN OF DONALD I THE FOOL. Now, too little and quite likely too late, we feel the throes of the body politic of America wrapped tighter and tighter, and we are not even halfway through. Look. Understand how bad the situation has become. Understand how many rights this man has stolen. How many powers he has usurped and reapplied. Misapplied. How intense has become the effort to cancel the democracy and impose the monarchy, now in its first full term, and completing the first year of King Donald I The Fool.

The only change is change for the worse, more egregious, bold, greedy and disrespectful as he transforms and reformates the ideas of Power to the People to Power to the Monarch. Hour by hour, day by day. Month by month. We are losing all that we had fought for. Over these 250 years. We have ceded control over our lives. To the man who would be king.

And have no doubt about it. He has grown so bold in his assumption of power and in the secondary assumption that he will never lose it, for he is too frightening, too mighty, even mightier and more frightening than is The Wizard of Oz. So assured is he of permanent seat on the throne, that he has openly assumed the behavior, the customs and the speech of royalty. 

He greets people as if he is a king. With flyovers and ranks of black horses. He deems it impossible to stop his expensive wasteful trips to Palace Mar a Lago and flits here and there on the public's many dollars to play golf at a sequence of many palaces. Mind you, those palaces have become overladen with his crass grossly undistinguished tons of gilt round the White Palace, all the while he continues to destroy its dignity. 

Perhaps the most insulting of his actions is how he has gathered his court around him and allowed them to run the nation. Glaringly up front and center he is deteriorated and deteriorating. Faster and faster. More and more obvious. He can neither see nor understand the incompetence of the appointed members of his administration and on they barrel through every single idea and thought that this nation stands for.

 His body is a hulking mess. He boasts of being able to identify animals, animals such as a 3-year-old would know. He trips over himself. Both feet and tongue. He has allowed his dementia, perhaps Alzheimer's, perhaps another form of dementia to rule his mind. He has turned off the brakes of mouth and tongue and out spews insults, inanities, inaccuracies, lies, whatever comes out of that mouth, no modulation at all. 

He embarrasses us before the eyes of the world and endangers the peoples of the world as well.

 And all the while we have allowed this.

We have allowed it in too many of our yesterdays.

We have allowed it to seep into our todays.

Nor do we seem anxious to stop its seepage, inevitable and harmful into our tomorrows.

The question now arises: Who is the more demented? He or the people he has trashed. For continuing to allow it to thrive and to flourish. 

TUNNELS AND TIMES

  In almost every facet of science fiction and fantasy, there is always a tunnel. A wormhole. A black hole. And always, trouble awaits.  Some of these are short lived while others are longer. Some head up and out into space. However, there are at least several shows that I can think of where the tunnel went deep into the ground. At times the voyages through these openings proved to be beneficial, while at other times not so much.

Unfortunately, these days we appear to be going through a time tunnel which is manifestly not proving to be beneficial. In fact, it is proving quite frightening to contemplate and to live with. Why it has become such a state of being is quite puzzling. If anything, based on the actual events it should have become otherwise, diametrically opposite of what happened. And yet it did not happen that way at all.

Perhaps in running through the events we can figure out exactly what happened. And what did not happen.? And why it did not? To begin. At 6:29 AM. on October 7th, 2023, thousands of Palestinians, Hamas terrorists, Islamic Jihad terrorists and thousands of others who claimed to be civilians, apparently hoping no one would see their knives and machetes and axes and guns, poured over the border. Into Israeli territory they came: on gliders. farm machinery, bulldozers, armored vehicles, on foot, reinforced trucks, whatever worked. They came in in screaming and shouting. Bloodlust pouring out of their eyes. Hatred emerging from their mouths. And violence in every step of the way.

 They sought out victims. Wherever they could be found. It mattered not where the victim or who it was. A three-month-old baby. Or an 84-year-old elder. Nothing mattered. All that counted was to kill as many as possible. In as vicious and violent manner as possible and inflict pain and cruelty in unfathomable degree. These beasts were the ones who invaded. These beasts were the ones who kidnapped and tortured and starved and mutilated others. Would it not make sense that they would be deemed anathema by the rest of the world? And yet, that is not what took place - and is continuing in ever rising waves of hate and destruction, of death and maiming.

Nor is this limited to one country or two or five. No. It has been deemed acceptable within the majority of the nations of the world. Whether there are Jews in that country or not. Nothing matters other than the spewing of hate. Nothing matters other than the violence perpetrated upon the people of the Jewish nation. Nothing. Only harm and hurt. Only hate on open spigots. Unable or unwilling to be shut. Be it in Britain or France. Or the Netherlands. Or the United States. Or Belgium. Always an excuse why something was not there to prevent it. Or why it took so long for aid to arrive.

They ignored warnings gathered by the intelligence service of Israel. That attacks were going to happen. Not only did they ignore, but they removed security personnel, making the situation more dire, allowing for open gateways for these beasts to rampage. And always and forever, even as they sometimes got around to condemning the attacks, they would always add on 'It must be taken in   context'. What context is there? There is no context. Israel did not invade; they were invaded. Israel then defended itself against an enemy that purposely put their armaments and their soldiers in civilian places so that civilians would be hurt. They stole the food from the mouths of the civilians so that Israel would be blamed. Context?!Things were taken in the wrong context. The true context is that from even before the official establishment of the State of Israel these beasts were opposed to it. And all they did to change during the years since then. is to increase the violence and the horror. And the terror.

It seemed as if all the tunnels were blasted wide open. And the past came through into the present. And the present began to intrude upon the tomorrows. In three millennia, nothing had changed. Oh, some terminology was changed. To make it appear as if it was something different but, please do not think that anybody was fooled. When you called Pogroms, intifadas, and attempted to whitewash that intifada as not calling for blood and murder and extermination - you fooled no one. All who joined in knew exactly what they were calling for and wholeheartedly they jumped into the pool of hate.

From the river to the sea.

Globalize the intifada.

Gas the Jews. 

Convince nations. Such as Australia. To prepare home and hearth. For Hamas. And their supporters.

Convince the world to buy once again into Jew Hatred. Call for the death of all Jews, all Israelis, all Israeli soldiers, anyone and anything that smacked of anything positive for Jews.

Allowed for the radicalization of the beasts of hate.

Weekly vicious nasty Hate protests were allowed. Jewish professors and professionals, artists, journalists were doxed. Called out. Jewish businesses and homes were vandalized. Fires were set and people were burned. Jews were cast as outliers, ostracized. Our children were threatened and beaten in the streets. Pressure was applied to academics to be quiet, to shut their mouths. 

These are the tunnels and their contents. That came to life again. Once more we were in Nazi Germany. Once more, we were subjected to forces and libels, blood libel ramped up immeasurably. These are the tunnels of hate. That never disappear. These are the tunnels of hate. Which are aimed specifically at the Jewish people. At the Jewish Nation. At the Jewish state.

But we will no longer tolerate this. We will no longer stand there and allow you to spew putrid words and sayings. We will no longer allow you to destroy our institutions. To attack our children. No more. We will do as we must. And as we most, we must, and we will.

Put that into your filthy heads. Into your twisted minds and skewed souls. Understand that any violence that arises is of your doing. Take many steps back through those tunnels. Find the proper path to be a human being. The sooner the better.

SOMEWHERE THERE IS ONE.

  The woman who made this statement came from a beleaguered and embattled county in a state with similar descriptive terms. It is an embarrassment before the world that this nation should have entire swaths of areas where children and families go hungry. Where one is not assured of having food. milk and clean water, any water, in fact available for them. These necessities for life are, for most of the rest of us, taken for granted. 

Money that has been promised to them, to help them get back up on their feet, has been denied to them - courtesy of this Trump administration. Evidently it is far more important to pave over gardens, shred public buildings and institutions, and build totally out of place ballrooms and pay for multi-flights to the monstrosity of his Mar a Lago monstrosity, where he can act as the Lord of the fiefdom and play golf at a course where somehow he always manages to beat his golf partners!

This woman, so tired in her endeavors, asked, stated, that "there must be a rainbow somewhere. I am not so sure about that. Even if there were to be a rainbow someplace in the sky. The odds tell us that this would be a rainbow. of broken colors and an empty pot at its end, for the gold will have long ago been stolen. It will have gone into private deep pockets rather than public funds, where if managed properly could better life for so many. We could teach how to fish rather than throw the fish at them. We could do so much if only we managed to recover our hearts. And souls. And set aside our selfishness. And the more, more and more philosophy which has engulfed us. Much to the detriment of all the peoples of this besieged world.

Instead, we engage in make believe. We spout empty, meaningless words and phrases, vocal renditions which are too often suffused with hate and encouragement and praise for violence. It has become almost a rite of passage these days, with the stock response is a hypocritical five minutes of sorrow by the powers that be. small meaningless words of "thoughts and prayers", promises to do better, and then the status quo remains or even worsens. There are no consequences which matter, so why the hell not? Feed your desires. Go ahead and kill someone, many someones. then promise that it will happen again.  

 Our values are skewed. We have tossed out much   of the benefits of mankind's progress through the centuries. Kept too much of that which leads to dark roads. Of enmity. Of hatred berserk. And of no limit, no borders. We have focused on, made our target out of those who differ from us. In any which way for it matters not. We simply pick up a thread, elongate and thicken it, creating an ugly false depiction of a reality that is not actually there. Over the centuries, even as we have gone off target for a time, we always remained true and loyal to the main road of hate. Always to return to it. With ever greater vigor and determination to take it to the next step. That is JewHatred. That acidic form of violence, hate that apparently has grown ever more powerful and toxic over the millennia.

 This morning, approximately seven men in two cars were headed to Bondi Beach for a replay. Over in Israel soldiers of elite unites are working with the civilians of the bloodied Kibutzim and Moshavim, so close to the border. Teaching them how to better be able to defend their families, their friends, themselves until the army reaches their location. How not to be taken by surprise. How to fight so that they might live. 

Australia and the US have envoys to the world to combat anti Semitism. What a pathetic joke that is. Even if words of advice were able to reach a level of possibility it never goes further than that. The world is too busy with their ugly games of life. Those games which mean limitations, repression and suppression of others. It leads to headlines of threats. Of curses aimed at a Muslim who stepped in to stop the slaughter of more Jews. It leads to calcification of the mind, of the channels in the brain, along with a consistent and insistent education of twisted propaganda. To be found in the texts of any and all of the nations of Muslim faith.

Left alone out there on the ledge, Israel and Jewish people around the world have come to understand, finally, that no one is coming to their rescue. We must be the defenders of ourselves. We must ignore all the tsk, tsk words emanating from the false mouths and tongues. We must learn to truly know. within every atom of our body, that we can depend on no one else but ourselves. Today we have this friend, but tomorrow we have that enemy. Even the "friends" are profuse with their threats and advice. all inimical to our survival.

Many articles have been written re these constant attacks, growing, ever more vicious, this warfare waged upon the Jewish nation. We have been told to ignore the awful pictures and videos of the hostages and discount the truth of their appearances and the manner in which they were held as victims.  Of the sight of them as they came out from those tunnels. But all we heard were falsehoods and whining re the prisoners, the captured terrorists held in Israel. Next time perhaps we can pursue equivalency and proof of that by the heretofore useless IRC?

We read in the papers many opinions and. essays which bring tears to the eyes of the reader. The emotion is deep. The emotion is intense. And the emotion never leaves us. All that is well and good. But it does not give us what we need. What we need is truth and honesty from the outside world. What we need is a decision and action to stop this JewHatred in its tracks, to take whatever steps necessary to do so. What we need is to be given fair treatment, allowed to defend ourselves wherever and whenever, and however and not be held to ridiculous "proportionate" statistics. That is not the ways are fought or won. 

However. That will never happen.

I don't know why this is so. I believe in trying to find explanation we are going in the wrong direction as it gives validity to this ugliness and the falsehoods engaged and manufactured so as to mesh with the falsehood of the "Palestinian" story. All so as to provide weight to their claims, false, as to their ties to this land. Manifestly false.     

When one holds their story up to the sun one can see the holes in their false provenance. The term Palestinians is a skewed version of Philistines, an ancient and extinct enemy of the Israelites, reintroduced by the British in their mandate over Israel.  Current day 'Palestinians' are simply Arabs. Who live in the nation of Israel. With all the same rights, all the same privileges, all the same responsibilities, all the same taxes. 

Those who now call themselves Palestinians are either those few descended from Arabs who lived in this area alongside Jews who remained on this land. or those from elsewhere in the region. Those who came and/or were sent here to better the fortunes of their masters.  What we do have today, are our Israeli Arabs who work in every field of the nation. At every level. Who can vote. And be elected and hold office, hold army positions.

What we have today is a bunch of lies which the world as usual has chosen as truth.  They have   glommed onto hate mongers and spoilers of all that is good, that is possible in this world. 

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. 

When will we be able to look back? And wonder at how stupid, how foolish we were. Would that not be a wonderful tomorrow?  

Where are our rainbows?

NOT TODAY. FAR MORE IMPORTANT TOPICS.

  Brett Stephens. Just about my favorite opinion writer from the New York Times. He hit it right on the head again and did not spare the words or emotion. Love it!! He deemed Trump the most loathsome hypocritical individual ever to occupy the White House. Uh-huh - and will all those in agreement raise your hands. Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum. Watch those hands go up. But I have had it with him right now. His faces. His snide remarks. His nasty attitude His selfishness. His filthy lies. 

So today. I'm leaving him alone. Except for the paragraph above, that is. Today is my day to write of that which is of utmost importance to me. An importance that will never diminish. Not ever. Always to remain in my heart. Never to be forgotten or stray far from my thoughts. It is about Chanukah but not in the way you are thinking. In fact, other than lighting the candles, I have banished this holiday from my home. And at an appropriate time, (ad meah ve'esrim), I will have my discussion with the Lord Above as to why he has ruined this Chag, this holiday of light, I so loved.

The attack in Bondi Beach. The attack on the subway train. The stabbing in the street. The raucous violent demonstrations. The calls for the death of Jews, among whom I number, are bad enough. Especially, as we can see no end to this. Certainly not anytime soon. These beasts of hate have no fear, no concern. Why should they? The heads of numerous governments speak hypocritical   words as another terrible act is perpetrated upon the Jewish people. Again, and again. Words mean nothing unless there is solidity within. And force and consequence behind. Apparently, the current Heads of Government are just a bunch of wimps. They count for naught for they are hot air and nothing else. Sometimes not even that.

The rest of this posting is about five special people who are greatly missed, where scabs have not yet formed over the most recent wounds let alone the ones more distant in time, but hurting just as much, leaving an ache in our hearts and throats. 

This holiday, usually in December, this year added yet another arrow to the heart. I lost my beautiful sister, my friend for life, with whom I never fought, with whom I shared a room for 15 years, to whom I owe a debt of gratitude for tuning me on to the oldies, and a lifelong appreciation of them.

Six months ago, we lost her, after a hard and brave struggle against a nasty illness she did not deserve. All these months later I still reach for the phone to call and share whatever was on my mind. Several times a day, in fact. Her birthday is December 15, and what a day to try to think of her, to remember and keep her close, when horrific violence, a massacre again, was perpetrated upon our people.  

I love you, Tzip. And always will. You'll always be with me. And if I can't talk to you on the phone, I'll talk to you in my head. Keep Mommy and Daddy close. Take care of our Zaydies and be sure to hug our Yitzy several times a day. 

I love you, my big sister, forever.   

The deaths of my two Zaydies bookended Chanukah. I was a little girl when my first Zaydie passed. But I saw my father cry. I had never seen that before. And it helped me to understand that I was never going to see my Zaydie sitting in his rocking chair by the window. Asking me if I was a good girl. And taking out his little purse and giving me a few pennies or a nickel. My other Zaydie died when I was older. in high school. There is no connection stronger than the connection of grandparents to grandchildren, unless it's with great grandchildren! Now when we get together, we tell our children stories about grandparents. The traditions they set up. Funny things they did. And each and every one of us benefited from his paper hanging skills. I miss them both and wish I had known then all that I should have asked them, all the family lore and background. Stay close with all the members of our family who have preceded us. Be it in peacetime, or war. A natural death or by the scummy hands of the Nazis and their collaborators. Give Tzipi hugs. Make her feel at home and safe. Make sure Mommy doesn't go around 'justing', cleaning all the clouds up there, and that Daddy doesn't argue with G-d too much. And please, my Zaydies, take care of Yitzy, a little boy taken from us too soon.  

As for you, Pop. I can remember you on your last night of Chanuka, when you signaled to us somehow that you wished to be in a chair for the lighting of the candles. We did just that, as you wished. We lit and said the brachot, the blessings, and there you were, Pop. You always loved the tunes of the tefilot, the prayers, and with your eyes closed, no strength to even open them, you waved your hand to the rhythm of the brachot and the Maoz Tzur. We were smiling and crying at the same time. 

You were such a good man. A man who would not stray off the righteous and honest path. Not one bit. A man who gave so much charity to so many, mostly anonymously. I believe that people knew how good you were, Pop, because your funeral was standing room only. We certainly had a service for an audience that spanned the gamut of ethnicity and religions, colors and gender. You were beloved by all. Especially us, especially me. Everyone loved you. Everyone respected you. 

I miss our conversations, sharing of letters that we wrote. I remember how you worked with me so that I could hang with my friends, the group of boys and girls that we were from school, Mommy never knew, till much later!! Our own conspiracy!  

You were a good son and son in law. A great and awesome Pop and you took care of all the relatives. I know you will continue to do so and you will take the same care and love for Mommy up there, as you always did. Just as you will take Yitzy in hand and discuss the "New Shulchan Aruch" and whatever else the two of you get up to, both of you with the same vein of mischievous pranks.  Join together in love and friendship. 

My Pop. 20 years on and I still miss you. That hole in my heart when I want to ask your advice. 4th Day of Hanukkah - you were taken from us. And on the fifth night our little boy, who had fought so hard, who was so brave, who bore that pain like a hero - was gone from among us. He could be so mischievous and would make us laugh. I had to convince his mom that chocolate was not candy; hence, he could chow down on it and load his pockets up because it was not candy! 

Yitzy was the beloved pet of all within the family. He was that special. A super athlete. A serious boy who loved to learn. Who delved deep into nature. Who wrote an article about birds, and tried to scare his grandmother with his ugly lizard. Not an Angel. Just this special boy, everybody's best friend.  Just Yitzy.  

His family turned themselves inside out trying to ease his year of pain. His mother spoke "doctor talk" better than most doctors in her steep and devoted efforts to learn all she could and perhaps   find that magic cure that we all wished for. Both his parents were by his side every second and he took walks with his dad as he could into his beloved park behind their home. 

In his final months, he amazed all who knew him. Even the medical staff of the hospital, with words of wisdom far above a typical almost 13-year-old boy. Words of acceptance, his only concern that we remember him, and he would remember us. That we should not be angry at Hashem, for he wasn't. For obviously, he believed, he had been sent here for a purpose and his purpose was completed, and so G-d was taking him back home.  

 His last wish? To have a Torah written in his name?  So special was he that within three days we had more than enough for that Torah.  So special. that the new campus of the school was named for him. This year, his second-year gone from us, will be commemorated by special classes and prayers using the Torah written in his name.   

 So, tell me. How could I possibly be happy on this holiday?  No way. And I am so glad that you can't see me or hear me cry as I soaked the keyboard with my tears. 

Yesterday, today and tomorrow - for as long as I am able, I will love all of you. And miss all of you. And be grateful for having had the time that I have had with you. Would it had been more.

No, I am done with Chanukah.  

TODAY

 Today has become a term of uncertainty, of fear, and of wonder. In our todays, serious questions as to where to go, what to do, how to act. What if? And the what ifs have become questions existential in manner and reality. If I go there, what will happen? If that happens, what will I do? What if the worst happens? How am I supposed to act? Do I risk my life to save others? Or do I save my own? Or ones who are with me. Is there actually a protocol or pamphlet which discusses the question of “How to behave in a terrorist attack.?” Will that help me get a better rating on my insurance?

Sounds ridiculous, does it not? Yet several organizations to which I belong have had guest speakers come in to explain exactly that protocol of behavior. The speakers also warn those caught up in these unthinkable horrors not to be heroes. Run. Hide. Fight. This is what we have been told over and over again. 

However, that's not so easy. Particularly if you are with someone. Are you supposed to desert someone? Save yourself at the cost of others? Trample over them? Don't help them up? And if the last step is fight, what does that mean? That all hope is lost? That the only thing left is to take out at least one before you are taken out? People can spill out answers, they can fall glibly off the tongue, but there is no way of knowing what one will do unless one is cursed enough to actually find oneself in this situation. At that point, do not forget to pray!

 Most of us have read and heard the hostages brutally taken by Hamas and what happened to them over the term of their captivity. Their imprisonment. In cages. In mud. In holes. In horror. In uncertainty beyond that of most anyone we know. One wonders how they remained alive and   retained hope. Were they regretful of their heroism in aiding some to get out even as they were caught, sealed up inside the dark uncertainties of kidnapping and brutality. What were their 'todays'? How did they make it through each day after day?

When someone hears that a person lives in Israel, their mouths grow wide. As do their eyes. They ask, "But it is so dangerous there. Aren't you afraid? You could get killed at any moment!" Well, yes and no. I do not have that fear where I have a place in Israel. Last June, I too had to go into my security room. But one did not run screaming in horror. One just knew what we had to do, where we to go. Where there was a security room. And get there. And listen for all clear. The kids outside riding bikes or scooters simply took their bikes inside, clearing the play area and took them right back out at all clear. 

Generally, we rode, walked, hiked the land unafraid.  Alert and aware? Yes, even as one has to be anywhere in this world of ours. But no one hunkered down in a security room hour after hour, day after day. Yes. There were, are, some terror attacks and one does the best one could to avoid that. But they were the exception rather than the rule. 

The questions can be otherwise. What about other situations? What about other countries? Or someone could be riding in a car and suddenly is t-boned.  Or a car mounts the sidewalk. Or someone is attacked getting on a subway train. Or sitting in a classroom. Or dancing at a party. Ot walking down the street. There is no guaranteed safe place in this world. One never knows what could happen. What will happen. The only thing one can do is be prepared. Try to do the right thing. Whatever one deems that to be.

Unfortunately, we live in times when the todays. can be outrageously dangerous. In fact, I feel safer in Israel than I do here, in America. In Israel, security is enforced and taken seriously. The security personnel are not fat old men who perhaps have a gun and perhaps not. Perhaps know how to use it and perhaps not. Perhaps know security protocol, but most do not. We are aware of our surroundings and of the people nearby. 

Actually, we are safer in many ways than people in other countries where people are not used to terrorism and engage in the daydream wherein, they are immune to any such moments of horror. Being unprepared, being unaware, and being naive as to reality. is being the most dangerously foolish one can be. 

This is not a lesson easily learned. How could this be? Yes, in that country, that other country, they do these things. But not here, not in these Western civilized nations. But take a look around. Open eyes and mind. America. Multiple times. The same thing in Canada. Australia. England. France. Ireland. The Netherlands. Belgium. I could go on and on and on, yet people are deaf, dumb and blind. to the reality of life these days. They gasp. They wring their hands. They deny its growing frequency and its tolls on lives and refuse to prepare for it.

Unfortunately, there are times, terrible times, when we are let down by the people who are actually there to protect us. In Australia videos and witnesses are showing that the police froze. Even as civilians took that step up and out to wrestle guns from the terrorists. In New York police hesitated to separate violent protesters from those being protested, who were chased and threatened, and suffered actual violence. The administrations of these warped, “places of learning”, the professors.    even the cities did nothing to stop this. In many of these places, it was even praised, aided and abetted by those who actually were responsible to stop it. 

Why? All sorts of answers run through one's mind. None of them comforting thoughts. The todays for many are growing worse and worse. Particularly, if one is Jewish. Especially, as we now have a friend of the beasts, perhaps a beast himself, deeply immersed in, and championing of, toxic JewHatred, who will take the NYC mayor's seat in a matter of weeks. He refuses to condemn a chant calling for the death of Jews and the elimination of the State of Israel. Who has engaged in such activities himself.  

We can, must, all, ask what is next? Think about it. Seriously. We must understand that no longer do we have the Today that we had.  That would be here forever now, emulating the yesterdays we have come to expect. However, we are falling back, way back, into the days and yesterdays of hate and violence. Of deprival of rights. Of limitations. Of narrowing of possibilities. Of separation. Even unto death. These abominable yesterdays and todays are meshing into even more frightening, ever more horrifying tomorrows. 

This cannot be allowed. We must learn how to avoid. How to protect ourselves. How to bring about the todays and the tomorrows we need. Do not engage in the fantasy that this will end in and of itself. Do not think the worst cannot happen here. It can happen. And in fact, is happening. Round the world as well. It will continue to happen and worsen unless we all wake up and smell that proverbial coffee. Whatever brand.

YESTERDAY. TODAY. TOMORROW.

WHICH VERSION DO YOU WANT? 

DEJAVU

 Three hours in the doctor's office. See you on Wednesday

YES, BUT ...

  Yesterday. As most of us do every morning, as we stumble around or energetically prepare for the day to come, we listen to the news. In whichever way we desire. Yesterday morning, happening all too often these days, we heard shouts and excited voices. Automatically, we turned to raise the volume and to listen.

What we heard yesterday morning. was what we have been hearing far too often these days. It is something that for many, many years we hoped. was, if not gone, at least tamped down, to be at least semi rare, occasionally, but never to grow. Never to become once again a monster ready to consume the world? Ready to use the acid of its Hate to destroy, destroy and more.

What is one to say when with a backwards look, a current look, and a truly frightening look into the future, all appear to be the same. No change. Hate. From generations past. Horrific intentions of the fascist movement and communist movement as well. Just about one hundred years ago there was an almost successful attempt to totally exterminate all Jews round the world.   

Look back nearly 80 years ago to the recognition of the State of Israel. Though it was a dismembered State, millennia had gone by before even this minimal step took place and at least a partial truth was recognized as such. Nor was it to be considered as a gift as so many claim it to be these days and wish to cancel that "gift giving". Is the papal seat, the Vatican, in the midst of the city of Rome considered a gift go the Catholic religion? Are the several dozen Muslim states considered as a gift to the Islamic religion? Is Holland a gift to te Protestant religion? Is there a nation considered to be a gift to those who are atheists? Or agnostics?

 So why then should a Jewish state be considered a gift to the Jews? And nondemocratic due to its "gifthood". Even deemed, most illogically, a state which practices genocide! When the very people against whom genocide is claimed are prospering, doing well and are an integral part of the nation, from government to the people on the street. Why accuse a nation who has experienced the worst of genocide of committing a scientifically planned determined extermination on a group of people when it is so evidently not true, so criminal. A lie put forth by Haters who have never given up their Hate, merely ramped it up to the likes of Oct7.

Why is it when that nation is attacked, when the people whose state it is, are targeted there and throughout the world, why, why, are there people who join in with Glee. With words of Hate and incitement to violence itself, up to and including murder. Slaughter. Of men, women and children, babies, elderly. It matters not to these Haters. I ask again, why is it that the more volent the attack, the more frequent the attacks, WE get just that. More violence. More attacks. And on and on, a vicious cycle that never seems to have an end of an out.

And yet. despite the awful attack at Bondi Beach. in Sydney, Australia, considered to be among the Western nations, among the more. civilized and tolerant, there it was. Why were Jews in the USA attacked the same days, in a Jewish professor's class at Brown, and directed at a house of Jewish decoration in LA?? No answer forthcoming to explain this away other than ever ongoing Hate.

 The Jews around the world - what did they do? do? It was the first night of Hanukkah. The Holiday of Light. The light that chases away the darkness. The light that illuminates the darkest corners of humanity? And provides the light for humanity to move forward. To see into the dark. To make it disappear. And to rescue those who remain in the dark.

What did they do? They did exactly what we have been doing since the beginning of time. Since the first steps of Abraham into the world as a Jew. We have stood up against terror. We have stood up against those who are determined to exterminate us. We have done whatever we must. And we'll continue to do so. Those who claim they are stronger than us and will beat us down think again. We are people of courage and determination. We are the people of stiff neck snd stubbornness.    Reinforced with the open hands and arms and heart of the strongest protector in the world. The Lord Above. Who has been with us for lo these many millennia. Wo will not leave us.

So, what did we do? Almost every single Jewish organization that I can think of, other than the organizations of Jews who have turned against their fellow brothers and sisters, and supported those who wished to kill us and them as well. other than these suicidal Jews who do not realize that nor not accept the truth, what did we do? We sent out emails and calls. We announced proudly that the community lighting of the menorahs, those taking place in community celebrations in defiance of those who wish to crush us eill take place. And indeed, took place. And will always take place. Whatever the hell is the celebration, be it in community celebrations or in the homes.   T

They will all continue. Always and forever/

So, to the beasts, all members of the same monster tribe, be you born into it or join it in your sick evil. give it up. You have lost already. You will not defeat us. Rather, we will defeat you. Though we would rather live in peace and partnership. in unity, and brotherhood. Just as we admire that brave Muslim soul who stood up and ran and jumped on one of the animal's backs. wrestled the gun out of his hands. chasing him off.  

We ask why Australia did not pay attention to the warning of a planned attack on the Jewish community. How many more times must Israel uncover and reveal a planned attack only to be ignored? Only to see people die once again. Why?   

And as for all the hypocrites here in America. In Australia. In any country where these attacks have taken place. Or have been praised. You were all guilty. Stained and tainted. The same indelible ink of  JewHatred. Bottom line, all your words of sympathy mean nothing now. Nothing unless you act upon them. Don't tell me it's horrible, I already know that. Don't tell me it is awful and must not take place. Because you allow it to take place, you've encouraged it to take place by not imposing consequences. And by not out loud and strongly condemning those who perpetrated it upon us?  

You will never succeed. Read the following. Understand that we will never cease to light up the world. We will never cease to fight against the darkness. And those who oppose us will get their just consequences, all who veer off the path of righteousness. All.

Here is a letter written by a young Rabbi to his constituents. On the eve of Hanukah as to the public lighting of the menorah of the community. I have included no names. Simply the letter.

Dear Family,

I write to you with a heavy heart this morning.

Many of us woke up to the horrifying news of the antisemitic terror attack in Australia.

This attack again reminds us that antisemitism

is not a phenomenon of the past, or a distant memory, but a living threat.

As we know, Kol Yisrael avrevim zeh bazeh, we are one people and one nation, and an attack on any of us affects all of us.

We will be joining with other area synagogues for a Menorah lighting this evening, where we will both celebrate the holiday of Chanukah and mourn our fallen brothers and sisters. I encourage everyone to join us, and to add to their performance of mitzvot and engagement in prayer in response to these events.

As the Alter Rebbe of Lubavtich said “A little bit of light dispels a lot of darkness.” Each action we take, each candle we light, pushes away the darkness of the world in this difficult time.

May Hashem avenge the blood of the innocent victims, bring comfort to their families, and protect the Jewish people wherever they may be around the world.

May we know no more sorrow.

With pain and hope,

Rabbi

YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMMOROW 

ENOUGH!

HAS THE TIME NOT COME?

  I think that for today's posting I will borrow the words of others, allow them to speak for me but will also intersperse them with my own take and commentary. Fair warning: I spent most of the morning perusing two well-known national newspapers, shouting all the while at the awful subject matter.

 Does nothing ever get any better? We are selling ourselves out, flowing fast down the swift rivers to conditions of steep impossible to navigate waterfalls such as we have not seen for decades upon decades. Yet, even as the majority of the world's nations understand our deterioration, here, in this nation we are apparently oblivious to the reality upon us. 

" ...a cardinal rule of journalism. Whenever you see elephants flying, don't laugh. Take notes. Because if you see elephants flying, something very different is going on that you don't understand but you and your readers need to."

"... democracies that ' Undermine political liberty. and sovereignty, migration policies, strife. Censorship of free speech. Suppression of political opposition.... And loss of national identities and self-confidence''. (Thomas Friedman)

No more place to call home, to be at home. Take a look around.  Understand how many Americans no longer feel at home here. For whatever dumb, yet dangerous excuse that can be ginned up to make them feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

The next Civil War in this nation, the same war whose possibility I have long been dreading. For this war will be brutal and bloody and of long duration and lead to the end of this nation. 

Much of what has been going wrong in this nation weighs heavily upon all of us. Granted, we are not leaders who lead us down the wrong path. But we have put those leaders in place. And for some reason, so many, too many of us have forfeited our own independent way of thinking, the right to think for ourselves. We have mimicked the words of others, particularly the extremes, replete with vile Hatred. We have ceded and lost the ability to separate right from wrong, good from bad.

The situation goes from bad to worse. The worst awaits us, should this crazed and demented, and incompetent man actually violate the Constitution yet again and run for a third term. G-d help us. Much of the wrong taking place emanates from him and those who enable him.  With deed and speech. Just follow the dots.

"The Rose Garden Club" - No roses anymore. Only ugly cement. And umbrellas. Low class. 

East Wing of the White House, a beautifully balanced home of the people of this nation. No more. For this imbecile of low taste has without permission torn down that wing in order to make room for a useless extravagant ballroom. Whose purpose is only to feed his oversized ego and recreate not a Camelot but a return to his own Gilded Age, suffused with gaudy gilt.  

Now there is a federal lawsuit from the National Trust against him for exactly what he has done to the East Wing of the White House.  

He has been caught out with stumbling world salad speech. Huge gaps in memory. Overweight. Unable to pass simple tests to check for dementia. He has been glaringly uncertain as to exactly where he is, why he is there and who is there with him? He is in constant stumbling motion, physically, mentally, emotionally. He cannot keep his head up and his eyes open at meetings. He is overstuffed with delusions of grandeur. And is a crude vile insult spouting man, with no tact, only nastiness and gobbledygook. And certainly, not to forget his huge and ever flowing lies.

Here are some more examples of all that he has done. Insulted.  Lied. Babbled. Given aid and comfort and advantages to our enemies. 

Reneged on promises to allies: Taiwan. Japan. Ukraine. Europe. The people of his own nation.

 Given China advantages in AI and related fields Even as he boasted that he would never do that and that we are oh so much stronger than they are.                   What a crock.  

 He has allowed Ukraine to be shattered and is pushing a 'peace treaty' wherein half of Ukraine would be ceded to Russia - like a prize given to Hitler - and place hundreds of thousands of Ukrainians under Russian control.   

Next, he says it does not matter that Putin does not talk to him. Please remember this was once his bosom buddy, besties, BFFs.

So how about a garbled piece of a talk he gave at one of his "praise me" I am so great moments. He is talking about two candidates for further damage to the Federal Reserve, both Kevins, and not a word of their "qualifications", but why would that be important as the vast majority of his appointees all pass the useless test with flying colors.

"Yes, I think he is. (at the top of the list). I think you have Kevin and Kevin. They're both - I think the two Kevins are great. I think there are a couple of other people that are great." (Such a relief knowing that!)

Yet another presidential moment of hard work as a President. By golly, he is going to fix the golf courses in Washington, DC. Such a critical thing for a president to do, particularly in times so fraught with danger. Of course, we can all breathe easy now. Can we not?

Of course, not to forget those oh so guilty illegal immigrants trying so hard to fulfill their dreams, just as our ancestors filled theirs and allowed for our dreams. In fact, please know that the power of these immigrants is such that they have broken the entire economy, and they are at fault for the rising prices. Bet they didn't know they had such power. I guess they were too busy shielding themselves from the blows and the threats and wondering where their children are. Where their parents are. Oh, for sure, let's keep up with this ugliness! Do you feel safer now that the bodega owner or his engineer daughter is now imprisoned?

Need more reassurance? How about the proposed new ruling that all visitors to the USA have to present their social media for the past five years? What if there is no social media to present? What if they voiced an opinion critical of Trump or one of his buddies. What if it then is extended to any citizen trying to reenter this country? What if in the past five years they had made a statement, several statements, critical of Trump and his crew of incompetents? Dictatorship, anyone?  Freedom of speech, excluding Hate inciting talk? Bah, humbug, for who needs that! So greatly overrated.

Our President at the moment cannot expend too much energy and time on presidential matters, other than to pardon those who should never be pardoned. Unless, of course, there is advantage for Trump in that pardon, to convince him to come over to him. Perhaps even to donate a million or two for that ostentatious ballroom.  He must hurry, for there are more thousands awaiting a pardon from the president who himself will need to seek a pardon. Certainly, from history. 

I came across a poem entitled Crossroads, by April Bernard. It portrays our situation at present. We too are at a crossroads of life and must decide, as individuals and as a nation, with whom we are going to walk, arm and arm into a cloudy future. Unsure if the choice made, to leave the devil is just that - a dream, and is she, in fact, continuing to walk arm in arm with the devil. A choice that we are now facing, and I am not confident about the road and choice to be taken. Where is Robert Frost when he is needed?! 

Finally, there is the statement of Machado. Freedom. Democracy. And the necessity to be ready and willing to fight for freedom. It is “A choice that must be renewed each day, measured by our willingness and our courage to defend it.” That choice is not only for the individual. Or for the nation. Both must be in sync.

Are we in this nation, in this world, this bloody world of yet another massacre of Jews at a celebration. With many children around. Shot down by two animals with guns. It is a choice we must make and for the positive. Keep on building. Keep it strong. If we are to have not only the obligations, but also the benefits, of a true freedom, we must emulate the bravery of a single woman and be of courage and determination. Not allow those who would take our nation down a road leading to autocracy, oppression, and a future greatly to be feared.

Why is it that we take from our yesterdays all that is wrong. 

Why is it that we allow our todays to soak in vats of blood.

What will be our tomorrows? Will we walk in confidence, or will we walk cringing in fear, always awaiting yet another blow.

Our choice. Our road.

TIME AND TIME AGAIN

  "The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole."

"The continued progress of existence as affecting people and things":

"Time or an amount of time as reckoned by a conventional standard:"

"The personification of time as an old man with a scythe."

 Or the iconic mind picture of a lover saving all the time he can, planning to spend it all, for all eternity, with his beloved.

Time can mean much to many and if questioned, will arrive at answers and definitions differing from others. None will be all correct and none will be all wrong, for time, or Time, is a concept which changes with the moment and the context. It is the story of two people doing exactly the same thing within the same limit of passage of time, yet one separately, will tell you the time flew by, and the other will state emphatically how long and dragged out that passage of time was for him. Neither is all right nor all wrong.

The relative speed of the passage of Time can be significant or of little matter. A decision which must be made in the blink of an eye. a decision better kept on a back burner. If the decision maker is competent, then the time necessity will be met. It is when we violate the correct interpretation of time necessity that we run into trouble.  

The world today is plagued by a cadre of incompetent and unaware readers of time. Over and over again we hesitate on the more urgent decisions. We then rush into the other decisions. where we have misread the time necessity grossly. The consequences can be vital to life and liberty, to security, but we will only find out what will happen when they appear. That is the moment when the blame game begins, and the lies grow and fester.  

This is true in the public and the global world and in the lives of individuals and smaller units. Why have we never internalized the truth of this? Haste   makes waste - yet on we go, until in extreme reaction we turn the maxim around but, unsurprisingly, end up with the same waste. Why, over the millennia we have not learned this truth is beyond reason, other than the fact that humans are flawed, have little to no patience and hence, we reap the disastrous consequences of poor thinking. 

However, when comparing the results of poor individual thoughts to the more compounded   aftereffects of a large, even global sizzle situation, it is more warranted to analyze, decide, and act - or not - depending upon the situation and its needs. At times the wiser position is to act, quickly, but with thought, while at other times the correct decision    is to leave it alone and it will resolve itself by itself. 

However, what is one to do when the decision maker is flawed. So much so that it can be seen by the blind eye and heard by the deafened ear. The politics of the day, of the individuals and the nations involved, demand an answer. Even as the head knows that the decision is incorrect, is based on false premises and very shaky grounds. Fated to turn on a dime at the worst moment, and all is exposed before the eyes of the world, generally with worse to come. The agita, the tears, the applause, the laughter, the ever-deeper confusion - mix and shake - for that is the inevitability sure to accompany the wrong decisions made.

Now take a look around. Run a finger down the roster of the Heads of Government. Of more nations than you can believe. Understand the consistency of the toxins it spews forth from its mouth. More confusion. More negativity. More violence. More hate. and more HATE!! Why we persist in following this most obvious wrong road through life has remained without an answer since time began. 

Will we ever learn? Will we ever understand that we must learn to do things the right way. Hopefully the first time. to give thought before leaping, to know the truth that lies beneath and the falsehoods which belie it all? Can we ever dream of a time when truth dominates, when instinctive comprehension will take its proper place and role? And decision making will be clear and timely, on target, with proper consensus as to the necessity of said decision and its timing for implementation?

The history of mankind does not lend an optimistic air for these answers.

Our yesterdays are rife with foolish decisions. Ones made on pride. On toxic nationalism. Overflowing with a traditional hate of no sense. And no right to exist.

Our todays are of no better hope or prediction. Our stupidities and our ignorance persist, and the only change appears to be a rise in the level of toxicity with no Narcan available.

Our tomorrows await our choice.

Either we shape up or we ship out -another maxim we must do better at comprehending of its truth and importance of implementation.

Would that we do.

Would that we are willing and able to do so.

The gift and meaning of time is there before us and for us. 

We simply must learn the best way to maximize its benefits for us. For the world at large and for the individuals within. 

Personally, I think the sands of our time are falling at ever faster rate.

Not good.