The Cat – 🐈A Tiger in Disguise
If an animal had to be invented that could sleep 18 hours a day, demand food like a French chef, judge you silently, and suddenly attack you like a cruiser fighter – it would undoubtedly be the cat.
If an animal had to be invented that could sleep 18 hours a day, demand food like a French chef, judge you silently, and suddenly attack you like a cruiser fighter – it would undoubtedly be the cat.
If you’ve found yourself confused between burqa, hijab, niqab, chador, veil, and other names that sound more like postcolonial fusion restaurant menus than clothing items — you’re not alone.
If you wonder why some women cover their faces, hair, bodies, or everything, including their eyes — and you still have to pretend it’s a “free choice” — you already live in the liberal West of the 21st century, where reason has succumbed to relativism, and “women’s liberation” includes the right to proudly walk into the sack.
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.
If you think that tourist trips to the tombs of the righteous began in the 1980s with rabbis caressing friends and handing out dollar bills, you’re probably right. But long before that, in 1867, a slightly different type arrived in Jerusalem, armed with a wide-brimmed hat, a sharp pencil, and capable of describing the high school in a way that would make even a guide from the “Antiquities Department” sweat.
His name was Samuel Langhorne Clemens, but everyone knows him as… Mark Twain.
This is no longer an ordinary war. This is not a fight over territory, resources or national honor. This is not about Hamas, Hezbollah or the parking lot inspector. This is about the internal, real, most instinctive struggle there is – the war between the belly and the cauliflower.
Sometimes it seems like the coronavirus was a bad dream, or a shared nightmare of humanity that we all went through at the same time, woke up in a panic — and then went back to scrolling through Instagram as if nothing had happened. Remember when we used to have heated discussions about which side of the mask was facing outward? When the kids learned on Zoom and the parents learned to count to 10 before losing it completely? Today, when you hear someone coughing on the bus, you don’t immediately jump up with alcohol gel in hand — you just hope they don’t cough on you.