Funding the masses for the benefit of Benjamin Netanyahu is an extraordinary event in the Israeli public.
First of all, responsiveness.
I can never remember a campaign so successful that it managed to harness the protest and frustration of the general public for a financial contribution.
There is no doubt that this is the brilliance of Yinon Magal, the initiator of the project, who in the meantime is the main beneficiary of this story, because by law Bibi will probably not see a penny of the money unless he signs the deal and then can take all the millions and donate back to the needy. - End this crack in the pool in Caesarea.
I follow the flow of donations. Small donations. I respect donors 18 shekels more than I respect donors 5,000 shekels. I know that the meaning of the donor is higher for the donor smaller than the weight of 5 thousand for the heavy donor, and that the small donor does not expect any return, while the large donor may expect For some future gratitude, in the sense of send to your brother-in-law. But the truth must be told: the large amount of money raised, including all the warm feelings attached to the donations, will not change the former prime minister's decision. I bet NIS 18 that Bibi will decide to go for the deal, retire for seven years and return at the age of 79, fresh and one-of-a-kind.
In my dream, Netanyahu signs the deal, strange as it may be.
Then suddenly all the Knesset members and media people and activists and supporters from his camp will have to stop for a moment and think: if there is no Bibi, what is there?
If the man has now disappeared for seven thin years, what is left for all those close to him, who have made the representation of his affairs their only craft?
After this story falls off the agenda, what really matters to them?
Is there such a thing left at all?
Because there are some things that need to be addressed urgently, chief among them the current government structure, which gets on my nerves on a daily basis, the work of the Knesset, the situation in the south, in the north, in the east.
There is a lot to do, and no one has the right to cancel the job on the pretext of "Bibi First".
In my opinion, the Likud must shuffle the cards in the Knesset, take part in the government again, return to the leadership, push Meretz and Ra'am back to their bases. The value of the Betar citrus on which it was established.
Have a farewell party, buy a nice gift, and come back to the war for the image of the country.
The Seven Years' War, until the next term.
series
I do not want to watch violent series.
Does not do me any good in the soul.
Do not want sad series, everyday at this time full of sadness, I do not need more depressions of strangers.
I do not feel like watching series that speak the new language, politically correct, there is no gram of truth in them.
All the pretensions according to strange laws, leave me indifferent and desperate.
Even futuristic series, which depict a new and cruel world, do not suit me well.
Enough for me right now this world and its challenges, I have no patience for complex stories, betrayals, intrigue, pretense.
I can never understand why people behave like that.
From there, finding something to see that will speak to my heart is a task on the verge of impossible.
Frustrating, because here and there I want to unwind under the old blanket and solemnly open the TV in honor of something that makes my heart tickle, takes me to wonderful human places, connects me to my primordial heart, before we become cynical.
Want me to have my series.
Found.
The last few nights I have been breaking my meticulous sleeping habits in favor of a beautiful Australian series, called "Love on the Spectrum".
A documentary series that accompanies men and women with autism, on their difficult path to finding couple love.
They talk about their longing, go on dates, start building relationships.
What a beauty.
Because autistics are challenged to have social connections and have difficulty deciphering complex interpersonal messages, their love is a primordial, innocent love, with no manipulations, no accounts, no past sediments.
Without all the games that bring down so many non-autistic people in their search for a relationship.
And it's moving to tears.
When my wife and I watch this series, we feel great pleasure.
We have the opportunity to see a human heart without the shell.
A beautiful sight.
Reminds us of how we used to be, when we were young, when we knew less about relationships.
It's like open heart surgery, where you see how the patient's heart really is, beyond the appearance of his body, deep inside.
When autistic people fall in love, they see their heart in its simplicity.
All emotions are spoken immediately, all difficulties are expressed without filtering, compliments are given without interest and consideration, joy shines from the face, without keeping Passon.
And when I see the autistic heart in its raw form, it brings me back to the base of my heart, before I learned to hide, before I was hurt and closed, for safety.
Let these Australian autistics get into your heart.
A good way to get out of isolation.
tram
Admittedly, I do not have a Tesla.
When everyone buys something, I wait for the wave to pass.
Love to be either the first or the last to purchase something fashionable.
Meanwhile my neighbor already has, and in the evening of evening, when the street is quiet, and he enters in reverse into his parking lot, you hear a kind of strange sound reminiscent of a flying saucer entering its dock.
Awwwwww.
such a.
At first I did not associate the sound with Tesla, I thought my house had become a new landing site for intergalactic entities.
I thought of printing t-shirts, opening a souvenir stand, getting rich like Bezos.
But then suddenly I saw what the strange sound source was.
The reverse.
Tesla has external speakers, and you can determine what sound the car will make when driving, which is inherently completely silent.
I saw that Ayalon Musk tweeted that now the horn can also be given a sound of puffing.
In the meantime I have not heard anyone do it, which is a shame.
For the time being, we will be content with a flying saucer in the parking lot.
These electric vehicles are really something.
How handsome the look of a car stands at a traffic light on a cold morning, and a white cloud of exhaust fumes mixed with water vapor does not come out of the rear.
Does not emit anything.
I suppose they felt the same way a hundred years ago, when the streets of the cities almost suddenly ceased to be full of horse dung to be stepped on, and to be collected, and their scent carried far and wide.
In a few years the air will be free of vehicle emissions, and when we remember how it used to be here, it will seem to us like the memories of smoking on planes or buses.
The air will always be fresh.
Crazy upgrade.
But there is a problem: the claim.
Currently only those who have private parking can own a tram.
The charging process is relatively long, the positions are few and far between, and people develop battery anxiety, like that of the phone.
Therefore, I propose, as part of the general revolution on the roads of the center, to turn all the parking spaces in the city into loading surfaces.
Like those of the phone.
Enough to stand over, and it loads the car.
That ended the order of home charging stations, and wires extending from the 6th floor to the parking lot, and a portable for quick charging to people who pushed the end and ran out of battery on the way.
I have already registered a patent on this matter in Monaco, and soon you too will be able to claim with me on the surface.
Later the surface will also make throat pads, subject to FDA approval, of course.
Albert Burla is already in the picture.
Thanks to all who responded to my column.
Happy to get short comments, has trouble reading long articles.
Trying to answer everyone, sometimes I miss.
Sorry.
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