🦁 Lion of Judah
So true, we are a sweaty, loud, messy people.
But also a people with a heart the size of a Negev, and courage the size of an entire country.
So true, we are a sweaty, loud, messy people.
But also a people with a heart the size of a Negev, and courage the size of an entire country.
It’s not that they are heroes despite what they were taught. They are heroes because of what they were taught — love of country, tradition, responsibility, honor. Values that are considered social shame today in the West, here they are the entry ticket to life itself.
The Druze don’t need us to cheer them on Memorial Day or when a Druze officer falls in battle.
They need – like every citizen – to be treated with respect even when it’s unpleasant, even when there are no cameras, and even when there is a planning and building committee.
Love for Israel is not a Hollywood story. It is not divided into a smooth plot with a sweet ending. It is a different kind of love – one born of commitment, not romance. It involves queues at the health insurance company, curses on the road, rent that reeks of fraud – and yet, it is a deeper, more burning love, the kind that leads people to fly here precisely when the sky is thundering.
The WOKE is like quinoa on a moped – it’s not suited to the terrain.
It may be impressive at academic conferences and in New York studios, but it just doesn’t hold water against a tank, a grandmother with strong opinions, or a former member of Congress screaming in the middle of a finance committee hearing.
Relationships, like cheese, start out smooth and delicious – until they start to stink. Fights, contrary to what is taught in marriage counseling courses and for beginners in relationships, are not a glitch. They are not a glitch – they are a lifestyle. An art. A way to express feelings, vent frustrations, and remind your partner that you exist, that you are not satisfied, and that you actually remember what happened at his sister’s wedding exactly five years ago.
Superpowers? We have them. Survivability? Plenty. Bizarre costumes? Every Friday morning in central Tel Aviv.
And who needs Marvel when you have the guy from the neighborhood who insists on fixing the air conditioner with flip-flops?