Want revenge? Take a sweet revenge in two or three years, submit it cold, but not like that

Yair my friend

I thought I'd send you a watsap, but that's too long a text, so post it here. 

I really appreciate you very much. You came out the most successful of all the gang that we were a part of at the age of 20. Who will list your costs and talents? You are a man who loves people, a social wizard, a juggler of words, a charisma bomb. You have a good heart, thin distinction, sophistication, great humor, steady hair. You are a great writer for both prose and poems, you are muscular, the champion's champion. What to say, you are an alpha male, Romeo.

Having said all that, I would like to offer you my distinction on the situation you are in now. If you don't deserve it, stop here.

Yair, take the wrong turn. You opened the show of The Avenged Betrayal, throwing ex-clothes out of the bedroom window while making speeches to anyone who wants to hear about what else she will do in the neighborhood. At the junction where you turned there was another possibility. to remain calm. Want revenge? Take sweet revenge in two or three years, serve it cold. But not like that.

The rhetoric you use in your frequent speeches in front of fanciful audiences doesn't work. My 8-year-old daughter, passing by the screen that was broadcasting you, told me: "Dad, why is he yelling? He has a microphone." And that is without understanding the words. You have risen to the tones, and you are not going down, only escalating from day to day.

As one who specializes in tones, my impression is that this frequency now has no place in the shopping basket of Israeli citizens. Want complete, calm, semblance of reconciliation, quiet because of who is leading us. We've dealt with this enough, now we have a life, and what a life we ​​have now. What a mess. Leave us out of the pathos, Amashach. You and your partner dirt hit with the sharpness of your tongue with everything that moves, but if you think it is currently serving something, building something, changing something - you are really wrong.

Between us, Yair, the size of the offense that you thought to do with the common man is exactly the same as the amount of offense Gantz did with Bibi. Maybe even a little more. Let's say, a million times. So neither you nor Shelah can speak for some value. You too have been plotted to breach your promise. And the public prefers Bibi over Yizbak, that's how it is in Israel this year. As the great diagnostician of what is Israeli, how did you not get over it yourself? And the one you thought Gantz was your puppet model, as I learn from Shelech, is a serious mistake of yours, to the delight of the majority of the Israeli public, according to polls this week.

I advise you, Yair, that you will be the head of creative opposition. Restore the image of "not coming to the committees and plenary meetings", give a record attendance. Submit laws, sit on committees. Never go abroad and fix your disappointment in keeping things. You will not be using it anytime soon. Only then will you become a major player. 

Independence Day

Of all the anniversaries I love Yom Kippur. Relatively quiet day, calm, clean air, time well-being between people. Of all the anniversaries, I do not like Independence Day, because for me it is noisy until too late at night, dirty, violent, sometimes bully. I despise the culture of property destruction, which is legitimately perceived on Independence Day, as if our 48th generation had the freedom to destroy cars and other things in the street with foam, wires, vomit.

The Creator wanted to play a little holiday, and dressed Yom Kippur on Independence Day. Forced Independence Day to be celebrated less extroverted, less chopped up on neighbors, less polluting the air with fire-burning carcasses. A day of gathering in homes, an almost empty public space. There are no fireworks bouncing around the battle drums and pets. Admit it came to me well. 

I got up early on Independence morning to go to work. There was also a morning show on this day, and I noticed that I slept peacefully that night and did not respond to the pounding of basses at huge parties at the center of events near my home. I left the house, and here's my car just when it was the night before. No one turned her into a figurehead for his spray painting. I was happy. She's happy too.

I feel that in a society that has a debate about core issues and not just politics, it would be interesting to use this year's canceled party to rethink how this important day is being celebrated. Perhaps in this time when we are masters of our fate, we decide on our own policy against the virus, without being dependent on any king or emperor or tyrant or Fritz, it is worth our while to diminish our self-government, our state, its institutions, the price paid for it.

Strolling the streets and buying flashing bows and beeping hammocks from bats is our best. Because then, I have no face to face the founding generation and tell him: seeds you sow - that's what we sprout from them. I would like this day to be circles of dance and discourse circles, mass hyde parks everywhere, where civilians independently say everything that comes to mind.

I wish that would change. Obviously that won't change, maybe I'll change. It will be independence. 

diagnosis

Tell me how you put on your mask and tell you who you are, buddy.