Next time someone rolls their eyes and asks, “What’s the deal with not touching?”, the honest answer is simple: it’s not fear of sex. It’s a deep suspicion that really good things, without limits, tend to end badly.
The new anti-Semitism did not break out on the American right.
It was given a microphone there – but it was born in a completely different place.
A post with a dash of humor and a dash of sadness about the astonishing gap between two words that are not really similar, but for some reason are labeled as “the same thing”:
And this time, a satirical column, sharp but not inflammatory, that seeks to address one of the popular slogans of the humanist-relativist era.
As long as there are people here who continue to believe – not in the theory of binationality, but in the historical right of one small and troublesome people to return home – hope is not lost.
And deep down we still have a little bit of Jewish audacity, a little faith, and a little healthy cynicism – it will not disappear either.
Yes, the destroyers and ruiners are among us — in faculty lounges, film festivals, and NGOs with suspiciously generous grants.
But they won’t win.
Because even if they hate themselves, we love this country enough for both of us.
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.
If in the 20th century Germany tried to impose its policies through force, in the 21st century it is testing its weakness through morality.
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.
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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November 30, 2025
