The title of this blog is borrowed from the title of an iconic oldie from the early years of rock and roll. It was sung by an early girl's group, the Chantels, a wonderful example of the heartbreak songs of the times. The rich and powerful voice of the lead singer struck clear, straight to the heart. It is a song beloved for its words are relevant to many situations. Its plaintive tone, its repetitive "maybe", how things could have changed strike deep.
And maybe, if I cry every day
You'll come back
Oh, maybe
You will understand..."
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
Today, we all live in a world of maybe. People seek long and hard trying to find the maybe which would increase understanding of our present status. Maybe, that maybe we could go back and undo, redo and change the maybe of loss to a maybe of certainty, a positive certainty. That possibility is a nonstarter. Try though we might, the past cannot be undone save in a science fantasy format. The maybes of relevance are the maybes of the present and future. Maybe, if we change our ways, then maybe, maybe, we can reform, for the better. Choose our ways far more carefully, and maybe we can influence things and generate a brighter, better future. Maybe.
One question being asked today. is whether Israel would have suffered October 7 if Trump had been president. Definitely. The animal members and supporters of Hamas are not deterred by others, driven only by an internal engine of hate and bloodlust, particularly the blood of Jews. Nor is Trump a true lover of Jews, i.e., his penchant to demean any who vote for another, not him.
An opinion piece of the WSJ written by Joseph Epstein discusses the pathetic half century of pathetic leadership in the United States. While I disagree with him regarding Eisenhower and JFK, he is correct. Our leaders have had huge feet of clay and too often refused to acknowledge that.
Today the situation is even worse. There is a frightening absence of participation and attention by many adults. They have forsworn the news, the realties so difficult to tolerate, never mind understand. It is the only way, they feel, to maintain sanity in an increasingly troubled insane world. However, we must not, cannot, for this is a very bad idea. If we opt out, send in our letters of resignation, we leave behind those who spew only hate, violence and lies. Toxicity beyond measurement, and a dismal forecast for the future.
The article by Epstein is entitled "Maybe One Day We'll Get a President We Feel Good About". "He'd be someone with honor, courage and genuine desire to unite the country. It could be a long wait." How sad is that? How true is that? Honor. Courage. Decency. The ability to be an adult rather than play or fight like a child. All missing from the battlefield. Instead, tantrums, selfishness, egotism, narcissism., and sheer arrogance and disrespect to all. Public service is a misnomer, for today all that means is a path to wealth and power, especially for the deranged as in Tlaib and Omar or Gaetz or Greene. Certainly not the desired qualities of a president.
Our current candidates leave little to be desired. Both are flawed and both should not be running. It is a national shame that this situation exists. However, holding my nose, I will vote. Biden has disappointed me with Israel, but Trump is deranged, dangerous in his temper tantrums and irrationality, and his massive criminality.
The corruption within this country, the incompetence and ignorance willing or otherwise, the growing antisemitism and toxic Jew hatred, the indifference of the world to the severe existential problem for Israel, well, all this frightens me. A great deal. The time has come to clear the air and send out messenger pigeons, smoke signals, whatever we need to serve notice on the world that Israel will not go down. them Whatever it takes Israel will do as it must in order to survive. History tells us that and thus it will be for all time. No maybe involved. Israel will not be defeated, in any way. Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. We will not forsake or abandon our hostages as the world has done so quickly, their indifference cutting to the quick though not surprising.
No more violins to be rescued and refurbished, to sing the voices of the butchered. No more. No more. No more echos of the dead and dying. They will be drowned out by the dying voices of those who planned, perpetrated and enabled and then received forgiveness from the oh so very tolerant world. October 7? Say what? Think not? When was the last time there was a sincere concern for the hostages? Demands for the IRC to meet them? Barely a whisper of their existence and their torment.
As stated in Friday's blog: we are here and here we remain. Forever, part and parcel of the nations of the world. That world must learn that we will not tolerate antisemitism no matter how disguised. We will not be forced out of our current countries of residence. We will not go away so as to earn your approval. Nope. No maybe about that.
----------------------------------------------------------- r My little grandson. Now we have to face another holiday without you. Passover. You will not be the youngest now, to recite the Ma-nishtanah. We will miss your voice. We will miss your enthusiasm. We will miss you.
Look down at our seder tables and come, stay with us for a while. Just a little while. Yitzy, we live in troubled times but at least we know you are at peace. No more hurt. No more pain. We love you. No maybe about that.
Always and forever. Always and forever.
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