tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182471182024-03-23T19:50:58.193+02:00The Invisible ExhibitAll the wrong answers to Life's hardest questions.s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-42162763963398986562013-03-03T14:54:00.000+01:002013-03-03T14:56:19.007+01:00Egad! The ruins of an ancient blog!Five years is a long amount of time.
It's half a decade. A quarter of century. an eighth of a millennium.
(at least one of the calculations above are true)
In the course of five years you could finish college, master a new skill, enjoy a bowl of cereal.
Or settle down, have two kids and lighten the morbidity of your outlook in life by 99.99999999 percent. (i hope i got the percentage right. i'm not that great with numbers)
i'm back and this time for realzees (i hope).
s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-9673676128559402222009-01-25T17:27:00.004+02:002009-01-25T17:44:09.523+02:00age before brilliance?a mind is a terrible thing to waste.<br />so is a life.<br /><br />but which is worse: a wasted mind or wasted life?<br /><br />would you rather live shorter and be more productive than visa versa?<br /><br />if you could be the next rembrandt, the next beethoven, the next einstein, would you make do with a decreased life span?<br />or, is the gift of life so precious, so precious it defies personal accomplishment. <br />does the means justify the ends?s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-14887665381889956972007-12-21T11:40:00.001+02:002007-12-23T00:49:33.263+02:00not quite finished....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.1art1.de/images/imagel/a/a40131.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.1art1.de/images/imagel/a/a40131.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />hee hee hee.<br />hope you kept the receipt for the headstone...<br /><br />welcome friends and family to the miraculous rebirth of my little bit of the internet.<br /><br />believe me, it's really been too long....<br /><br />p.s.- new rhymes <span style="font-style:bold;">very</span> soons.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-26885649745194019782007-03-13T15:36:00.001+02:002007-03-13T18:14:48.488+02:00something like family (?)i thought i had friends<br>in high places<br>i thought the flat smiles<br>on flat faces<br>were a good sign<p><br>but the flat teeth bit<br>at the hand that pet it<br>i now nothing more than<br>flat out regret it<br>seeing they just want me to flat line<p><br>and i'm so struck in amazement<br>don't know where to begin<br>eyeing all the black widows<br>and the bullshit they spin<p><br>'cause the webs snare at me<br>tellin me i'm bad and unwell<br>as i take interviews from<br>the foreman of hell<p><br>and he shouts<br>and i hear<br>and he scares<br>and i fear<br>as he openly condemns all my crimes<p><br>but i've learned<br>to keep clear<br>utilize<br>both my ears<br>and with time<p><br>re-alized<br>that i won't dance with the devil<br>for even all of his dimes<br>and that only cells of sticks and stones<br>will be repressive<p><br>don't feed me all your crap<br>you're about as open minded<br>as a beartrap<br>in the corner the meek's<br>about to turn agressives.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-55908635327128968172006-11-19T13:27:00.002+02:002006-11-19T13:59:08.890+02:00we briefly return to our main topic which so quickly became our second topic. (not that i'm complaining by ANY means.............it's been a long time since i wrote of Israel.....<br /><br />what a weird place. period.<br /><br />three major cultures fraction into thousands of offshoots and branches; each distinct and unique, will still -<em>slightly</em>- borrowing concepts from their neighbors.<br />from the white kippaed rock-throwing chareidim to the russian orthodox monks in their black robes.<br />the skunk haired arsnim street punks sidestepping the mir student with his black borsolino.<br />and the american 'exchange' students-weaving through with the chienese tour group wearing the 'jesus saves' tshirts (acquired from the scandinavian scientolgy messiah deluge) on their way to see the dome of the rock.<br />all being half suspiciously inspected by the 19 year old idf private and the 75 year old ragtag beggar alike.<br /><br />burning trash; graffiti; sounds of shouting talmud and obscenities- it's <em>all </em>here.<br /><br />but you got to love it.<br />like that dysfunctional eclectic member of your family.<br />you love 'em. no questions asked.<br /><br /><em>(although they <em>do</em> occasionally piss the hell outta you.)</em>s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-30607052644466549092006-11-08T14:03:00.000+02:002006-11-08T14:12:43.690+02:00THE HAPPIEST MAN IN THE WORLDjust wanted to share this teeny bit of news with my extended web family:<br /><br />I [<em>soapmaker</em>] HAVE ASKED THE HAND OF FLOR [<em>aka bigtoe</em>] IN THE HOLY UNION OF MATRIMONY.....<br />... <em>AND SHE SAID YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</em><br /><br />with thanks to God and love to you all, i sign off <br />-THE HAPPIEST MAN IN THE WORLD [<em>aka soapmaker</em>]s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1160988676139548362006-10-16T10:24:00.000+02:002006-10-16T11:10:25.527+02:00zzz- whuzzat?whoa.<br />revelation.<br />woke up today (<i>notice how i did <b>NOT</b> say 'this morning'...</i>) and said 'thanks God' when it hit me:<br />i should be thanking Him for the ability to thank Him.<br />not only that, but it dawned upon me that as a person grows through the many stages of life, an enormous factor is their gradual ability to 'wean' themselves from their parents' ever-present hand.<br />though not so between man and his celestial father.<br />in fact, the more 'mature' (ouch that hurt my brain and palatte) we get, the more dependant we're supposed to be (any objections people?) on our maker.<br />and even though there are things that we may do that there's-nothing-wrong-with-doing or we aren't taking full advantage of the ability to earn reward (i.e. follow everything that's written in the good book) or even just getting a little '<i>away time</i>', we/i-'ve always got to remember- '<i>yes, but is it the right thing?</i>'<br />is it easier now for me to put on tefillin and learn all day? no. ....<i>maybe-a-drop</i>; but it's definitely gonna get me to think more...(<em>as if i don't do enough of that already</em>)s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1159698966899727102006-10-01T12:20:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.985+02:00off the shore of the sea there's a village<br />whereby fishery's mainly its trade<br />and though most of its faces are rough and uncut<br />to the last one- each man makes the grade<br /><br />not for riches is anyone wanting<br />though not one has seen gold in his life<br />but he's thankful for all he pulls of the the sea<br />and for health in his children and wife<br /><br />but you might ask 'now how is it possible<br />'for a town of such like-minded men?<br />where even the simplest one of the lot<br />'pared with gentry is worth at least ten?'<br /><br />it's a treasure they've found in the pale sunburnt sand<br />where the waterline dashes its curls<br />it's a sparkling gem that they manage to share<br />which is free but is worth more than pearls<br /><br />it's a small little thing called compassion<br />and its's fueled by a kinship and care<br />it's a current abound in this small coastal town<br />and it sweetens the salt in the air<br /><br />not a soul there is caught in the ratrace<br />for they know of no family named 'jones'<br />but the concept of 'what's mine is yours' is a term <br />that's netted deep down in their bones<br /><br />it's a beacon of life force that permeates<br />through the veil of thin mist and thick foam<br />it's a light that beams through, calloused skin dyed with blue<br />it's the reason i call the place 'home's.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1159124025222801262006-09-24T20:36:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.916+02:00shit. <br />if i could just cut my head off <br />to relieve this pounding head-ache<br />and every time i turn around <br />the world turns with me <br />-now i can't seem to find my way out of this ever spinning room<br />i've come to call my home.<br />and i've reduced myself to spouting emo-goth crap again <br />because i'm too fucked up to take my meds (God damn them to hell)<br />lord in heaven!!! <br />is it that i'm so screwed up that i've become the hypocrite i've always hated?<br />if i had no roots holding me down, i'd have blown [<em>myself</em>] away by now.<br /><br />for all who know and care, i just want to say i love you <strong>so</strong> much; <br />when will i finally meet the real me and like what i see?<br />can i/will i ever make peace between me and my god and between me and myself?<br />(is there hope for the tattooed man?)s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1158624966003204222006-09-19T01:58:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.773+02:00IIIhum-de-dum.....<br />let's see...<br />this week [besides for the arrival of my favorite bean (sorry, private joke between me and the myself)] was uneventful.<br />stayed up in crack square all night.<br />saw the super/spider/robo/etc.-cops break up a fight.<br />pissed off a store keeper (i still don't know how).<br />nearly had a nervous meltdown.<br />almost busted a few israeli heads.<br />(notice the abundence of 'nearly's and 'almost's) <br />emmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........ i think that's about it.<br />best wishes for an awesome year of<br />more smiles and less tears<br />more joys and less fears<br />and high hopes that mashiach is closer than 'near's.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1158057455906998572006-09-12T12:28:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.700+02:00week two...ah israel....<br />rude and noisy people, dirt abound, everything sun bleached and a bit shabby;<br />israel.<br />hit the kosel last friday night with the school; nice.<br />spent the other 23 hours sleeping and shooting pool.<br />sat. night- kicked it with the teen scene in ben yehuda.<br />sunday- hit some septic hole in tel aviv where they harbor rafts of medusas (and arrogantly/naively? call them boats) sat around in the bird dung playing in the sand.<br />monday met up with 2 old pals from hashkafa.com.<br />um.... nothing much for today, but tomorrow..... can't wait till tomorrow.s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1157480116703064702006-09-05T19:56:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.632+02:00touch groundma nishmah chabibi?<br />(we have now reached the end of sj's extensive hebrew vocabulary)<br /><br />israel's great.<br />plan ride was uneventful (though somebody has GOT to shut up all those damn seminary girls!!!)<br />arrived in israel in one piece (minus a duffle bag which as the reps at el-al say "will be 'ere wery soon")<br />cool grounds.<br />cool roommates.<br />cool rabbis.<br /><b>cool school</b>.<br /><br />by now i know my way around town (being that i trekked alone through rachava, ended up at the kotel, went through sha'ar shechem, hiked through meah she'arim- all between the hours of 8pm- midnight and was <i>still</i> lost) <br />found out my 50 sheck expired 20 years ago. (<i>how the hell does money expire?</i>)<br /><br />kotel tunnel toured today with the whole school. <br />the wildest part was when the dudes started pole dancing on the egged bus (geez, that was pretty weird)<br />umm.... that's it for now, i guess.<br />(off to go clubbing in ben yehuda...<i>perhaps</i>)<br /><br /> later y'all.<br />(end message)s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1157132317508923962006-09-01T19:30:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.558+02:00i don't know why you say goodbye, i say hello...congrat.s y'all.<br />be venting to y'all from the holy land.<br />(a whole f<i>e</i>cking year!!)<br />don't worry- won't forget to wash behind my ears, look both ways before i cross the street, and post (i'll very try) weekly.<br /><br /><br />tearful hugs to all y'all (<b><i>ESPECIALLY</i></b> you-know-who) but i'll be back before you know it,<br />s.J.s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1155179557138354482006-08-10T04:39:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.492+02:00argh!<a href="http://blog.kir.com/archives/Nuclear_explosion_22.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://blog.kir.com/archives/Nuclear_explosion_22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />today i hate the world.<br />hate it all.<br />from the bastard that stole my dad's chef to open a lousy donut shop <br />to the slimy s.o.b. that bought my dad's place to turn it into a 'kosher style' backwater deli dive that will cater to old conservative farts and their bi-religious grandchildren.<br />hate the store that my dad had.<br />hate the fact that he sold it.<br />hate the cell phones that turn so much precious living time into extended buisiness hours.<br />hate the raucous ringtones.<br />hate the meaningless conversations and the high decibel level of the talkee (the phone is there so you DON'T have to shout, asshole).<br />hate the yiddish peppered into conversations that don't require them.<br />hate the nosey busybodies that need to know every move you make.<br />and their counterparts who smile to your face and stab you in the back. <br />hate the politics between friends.<br />hate having to choose sides.<br />hate having to break ties.<br />and the fact that i'm too damn sensitive.<br />hate the fact that i won't swear on my own blog.<br />hate the fact that i'm so pissed.<br />hate my meds.<br />and the symptoms they're supposed to cure.<br />hatewhen God deals bad hands.<br />hate the world-<br /><br /><i>or do i just hate me?</i>s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1154711786933675422006-08-04T19:15:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.422+02:00latest news on the update<a href="http://www.asatte.net/splash/blogs/blog/article_pix/monkey_typing21066320000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.asatte.net/splash/blogs/blog/article_pix/monkey_typing21066320000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />coming soon; i promise.s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1153511330847981132006-07-21T21:42:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.358+02:00¡ i'm so goddam happy !<a href="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users8/jmoshea/default/large-msg-1120667046-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users8/jmoshea/default/large-msg-1120667046-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />(and for $1.25 a piece, so are all these illegal aliens)s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1152656317241599002006-07-11T23:19:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.287+02:00tribute to the tears<i>don't fuck all the rabbis.<br />just this one.<br />this one's for you dave:</i><br /><br />if i'm being bad and unruly<br />you can give me the stare <br />sometimes i'm a menace-truely.<br />but don't you touch a hair<br /><br />upon my head <br />you heard what i said<br />i'll write 'i won't whatever you want' a million times<br />but the minute you raise your hand<br />you've crossed the line<br /><br />don't you dare take your aggravation out on me<br />we no longer living in the the 18th century<br />you punish by using kinetic energy<br />you no longer the instructor<br />you the enemy<br /><br />when that hand met flesh<br />you broke more than the silence with the noise<br />you broke more than my selfworth in my eyes <br />when you hit me in front of the boys<br />you broke more than my blood cells<br />you broke every bond that i ever had<br />relating to any 'greybeard'<br /><br />and so now i've had enough<br />with this shit you tryin' to sell<br />try it on the devil, schmuck<br />'cause you gonna be burnin' in hell<br /><br />now every ham i eat<br />everytime i go counterpoint<br />every time i drive on saturday<br />everytime i light up a joint<br /><br />i'll be thinking of you <br />that rabbi back in high school <br />the one the one who din't understand me- the fool.<br />if you's the icon of my religion<br />i don't ever wanna be a jew<br /><br />so thank you <i>rebbe</i><br />for this was the best lesson you ever gave<br />next time we meet<br />i'll be pissing on your grave.<br /><br />though when yom kippur rolls round<br />i promise i'll be prayin'<br />but 'God let that bastard die'<br />are the only words i'm saying.<br /><br />so let me wrap this up<br />i'm almost through<br />i guess all i'm trying to say is: fuck you<br /><i>fuck you</i><br /><i><b>fuck you</b></I><br />and everyone in your crew<br />who approve of what you do <br /><br />sorry for taking up your precious time<br />sincerely,<br />-the one who slipped through.s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1152118988620837852006-07-05T18:09:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.220+02:00what i'm afraid ofone two<br />one two<br />zap 'im again-he's gotta survive<br />gotta keep his damn religion alive<br /><br />how did he expect <br />his spark to stay lit<br />if he don't do shit<br />blaming it all <br />on false prophets and hypocrites<br /><br />so he's just one with god<br />no laws no rites<br />just be good <br />-courted his wife by the moon light<br />they were married within a fortnight<br />had some kids who're unusually bright<br /><br />and while life's perfect for them <br /> i don't mean to party poop<br />but the offspring's whole connection<br />is only matzha ball soup.<br /><br />-but you're not roman catholic just 'cause you eat fettucini<br />how are they to know that there's more<br />than white doilies and white silk beanies<br />they know about their culture<br />with the same intellegence as a zuccini<br /><br />and they're all going to sunday school<br />where a bunch of fools<br />try to teach that it's chilled and cool<br />to do what you want<br />and to act like a freak<br />as long as you're covered <br />by the end of the week<br /><br />with your membership fees<br />and while you've got <br />less of a concept <br />than dirt under your nails<br />you've got plant your little tree<br />up in israel<br /><br />and carried by people who don't know better<br />an ancient culture unravels slow<br />like an old torn sweater<br />but now their lives are much better<br />met a nice palestinian girl <br />think he's gonna go wed her<br />while her mother would blow up half of jerusalem<br />if they only would let her<br /><br />but the couple in love say <br />'<i>the show must go on<br />is there something wrong with having a channuka bush <br /></i>and<i> keeping ramadan?</i>'<br /> <br />got a well groomed house, car,and yacht<br />a clear name up there with all the elitists<br />but their heirloom tapestry's<br />been soiled by graffitists<br /><br />and too soon the spiritual is gnawed to the bone<br />and they're feel like they're on a desert island -so very alone<br />they go to israel, but they're strangers in their very own home.<br />cannot fathom what's so special about a wall of old stone....<br /><br />so zap 'im again<br />one two <br />c'mon<br />let his kids walk in around in more<br />than spiritual longjohns<br /><br />let them know that there's more to religion<br />than a bar mitzva and circumcision<br />4000 years of rich history<br />and one tiny dent starts the fissions.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1150931601121756352006-06-22T01:09:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:49.019+02:00on hold musicthere's s/t rather unsettling about this cartoon; <br />maybe it's how true it is.<br /><li><a href="http://www.threeleggedlegs.com/view/?what=humans">(no, i'm not a green party radicalist)</a></li>s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1150465321981595182006-06-16T15:32:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:48.937+02:00listen up<b><i>You stand by me <br />I stand by you <br />If there is a fight I'm the one to come to <br />Good and bad, times we've been through <br />You got my back and I got yours too <br />All of my life you are in my crew <br />I'd do anything for you <br />Beat someone black and blue <br />Black and blue and I'd do it for you</i></b><br /> <i>-the transplants.</i><br /><br />i swear it. friends are family.<br />(never forget it)s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1149882473601693762006-06-09T21:43:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:48.800+02:00no slurpees for the legless.so i'm walking down the street, when i see the pakistani corner store owner arguing with this legless guy in a wheel chair.<br />as i get closer, i see the paki first pointing at the guy's nubs, then at the 'no shoes- no service' sign.<br />'i am sorry my friend,' the pak says in his authentic 'stani accent. 'but policy is policy'.<br /><br />i nearly split my sides laughing.s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1149753273671773412006-06-08T09:38:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:48.672+02:00a brief peek into the life of s.j.could have sworn i was going to be in the obituaries tomorrow.<br /><br />ripping down the high way with a few friends, high in cigar fumes, music screaming.<br />weaving in out of traffic, catching air on the uneven road, hearing the brakes sqeal as we turn corners on two wheels,<br />i watched numbly (partially due to the smoke inhalation) as the two front seaters egged each other which between them is a greater daredevil.<br /><br />but even as we nearly started a 3 car pile up, the only thing going through my head was: <i>'gee, i hope they have clean boxers upstairs 'cause otherwise i'm going commando'</i><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4555/1780/1600/silkboxers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4555/1780/320/silkboxers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1149457638849169262006-06-04T23:45:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:48.542+02:00the critic's versepoetry shmoetry.<br /><br /><br /><i>bah.</i>s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1149186489576094262006-06-01T20:15:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:48.473+02:00writer's blockroses are red<br />violets are blue<br />writing poetry<br />is very hard.<br /><br />------------<br />is this a repost? <i>i</i> can't find it.<br />[certain impatient people better be happy ; )]s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247118.post-1149067737150559352006-05-31T11:07:00.000+02:002006-10-16T10:46:48.408+02:00an ode to israel (i can't believe i'm doing this)oh israel!<br />to sing your praise would take forever<br />in short you're a teeny little country<br />where the natives think they're clever.<br /><br />the cities burst with holiness<br />each skyscraper and hut<br />but what's with all the life forms?<br />every second one's a nut.<br /><br />a holy tongue is only fitting<br />for a sacred land<br />thank god the people are bilingual<br />-the language of the hand...<br /><br /> the land of milk and honey!<br />hatikvah and the hora!<br />the kingdom of heaven and city of gold<br />where everyone's a schnorrer.<br />---------------------------------<br /><br />alright! enough! i can't go on.<br />sabra, this one's for you.<br />i hope this is satisfactory enough.<br /><br />(p.s. i <i><b>love</b></i> israel. it's just that 1.the jewish wacko magnet of the world 2.tiring to be pumped with radically pro-zionistic beliefs [especially by people that have no clue about anything else of their culture except yom hatzmaot and falafel balls]. and so i don't like falling into that genre. i try to leave it to all the thousands of rabbis who beat me to it)s.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734712193109575886noreply@blogger.com31