“Excuse me, I was just asking” – this is how most moments that don’t end well in Israel begin.
This is one of the most brilliant passive-aggressive brilliances of Israeli culture: a trial that begins with light-hearted politeness, and ends with legal drama, public use or a viral column on Facebook.
The left has learned to exploit the channels of the giving audience: morning programs with a progressive angle, talk shows featuring commentators with ideological positions, and airtime that is tailored to high exploitation of viewers who identify with it. The result: the “leftist message” is not only heard—it is replicated within the branches of discourse (cinema, culture, education) and enters living rooms as something that is naturally “free from criticism.” Thus, a media is created that defines what is considered normal—and this is a weapon of consciousness in its political sense.
Mezuzah, yes, mezuzah. You’d be surprised how much depth there is in this little box that sticks to the door frame and looks like it’s holding a secret.
She’s not just any object. She’s a psychologist, a gatekeeper, an Mossad agent, and a spiritual GPS device – all in a box the size of a permanent marker.
The Vatican – If you think about it, there is no other place in the world where people in white coats make moral decisions for billions of people, and in the same breath explain to us – the Jews – how to conduct our affairs in the Land of Israel. After all, it’s like getting a lecture on veganism from a steakhouse chef.
We are a people who survived 3,000 years, rose from the ashes of great empires, built a progressive state in the heart of the Middle East – and then willingly choose to spend seven days in a makeshift tent in a parking lot. If that isn’t proof of Jewish tenacity, I don’t know what is.
There are days in the Jewish calendar that manage, in some supernatural, almost mystical way, to stop time. Yom Kippur is one of them. It doesn’t matter if you are a religious Israeli or a completely secular one who feels that the closest rabbi to you is the shawarma man at the Carmel Market. Perhaps this is the essence of true Zionism: a country where Yom Kippur is not a day off from work to go shopping, but a day off to stop.
In ancient times, a man was measured by the number of children he fathered. Later, by the number of miles he fought in the reserves. Today? By how spicy he can put in a pita without collapsing into an ambulance.
The friend who always comes when you don’t invite her, insists on staying too long, and throws you into bed with a set of sounds, lights, and smells you’re not ready for.
Two small boxes, lots of black leather, knots, wraps, a constant mantra, and your morning is no longer just a morning – it started with meaning.
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