Funny how in Israel, Pegasus, the flying horse, has become a horse-hit, the horse that instead of eating straw drinks straw from the phones of everyone around.
And it's shocking, and it's scary, and I also think we should investigate and stop, and punish and lick and cut and bring in investigators from Papua New Guinea who will look into what happened here, and must cancel the Netanyahu trial and along the way all the other trials that are pending against all Israeli citizens.
The slope was slippery, and in this case there was also someone who bothered to pour oil on the slope, so that the sliding on it would be faster and bone-crushing.
We do not want to live in a country where our private affairs are exposed to all, who do with them as he pleases in the hope of finding something about us.
And that about whom there is nothing?
Even small, even tiny?
On everyone.
Still, and having expressed all the requisite resentment, I want to say one more thing.
One who lives in the consciousness of mission, one who is engaged in doing good, one who knows that all human deeds in the book are written, and there is law and there is justice, and no matter if one calls it the name be blessed, or the conscience, or Roni Alshikh, should not be bothered.
On the other hand, those who use the telephone as a tool to create a safe space for offenses, slander, intrigue, infidelity;
Whoever has his phone is his passport to the parallel reality of causing harm to others, to the country, to himself - should use this serious affair as a wake-up call.
There is no such thing as a sterile and invasive space, it's just a matter of time until the harsh words, ugly deeds and dark intentions are revealed.
And although the state can not function as a person's moral compass in his private life, it's good that this affair has instilled renewed fear in the hearts of people who maintain several lives simultaneously, on the surface role bearers, family members, acquaintances and loved ones, and under the mask do not stop for a moment And conspire badly and do terrible.
And there are people who are now really looking for technological ways to secure themselves from a future hack, and I also heard from an expert that if you update a version on the phone, all this horse damage escapes back to the stable, and it's good to shake off your followers with a simple action.
But if the thought "then here I am updating a version" goes through your mind, a sign that you probably need to update a version in your heart, because something there knows you have regretted it.
Good time to go home.
blood
There is a terrible shortage of blood units.
The reasons are the wave of omicrons, and the boycott imposed by regular donors from the ultra-Orthodox religious-national community on the donations because of the stupid donation form, in which "Dad" and "Mom" were replaced with "Parent 1" and "Parent 2," and then completely deleted.
Some remarks about this bleeding condition.
As a guy who donates blood from time to time, it's hard for me to get to the fundraiser.
Traffic jams, parking, waste of time to give.
Too bad.
After all, the rescue services have more motorcycles than the sand grains on the beach, and why not fit some of them, and turn the big box in the back into a small refrigerator, and the volunteers come as if they were Walt messengers to the donors' houses, and comfortably take the blood and sail to the next donor?
A few days after the launch of this project not only will the shortage close, but there will be such a huge surplus that blood fats will be forcibly given to people who do not need them at all.
Imagine: calling 44 * (gematria of "blood"), and within an hour a person arrives, stabs, sucks, fills, closes, gives a tropical as a gift, goes and bays.
People will talk about it, experience it, there will be crazy fashion.
Do not forget where you first read about it.
I understand the anger of conservative circles over changing the form.
They feel that the phenomenon of smashing old values is creeping out of every crack, including from MDA forms. There is justice in the claim, but the world is changing. There are families of men, and families of women and also of transgender people. But be attentive to people different from you and respect their place in this world and love your neighbor as yourself.
The cessation of the blood donations of entire meetings, which impose conditions on "return the old form or we will not donate," calls into question the entire value system of the donors who refrain.
If a mind supervisor rejects Shabbat, he is probably rejecting an argument over a clause in the form.
And if not - and if risking life is worth the struggle - then all giving is worth nothing, it is just a pose, and thank you very much.
We will manage on our own with the new messengers on the motorcycles.
A word to the gangs of vaccine opponents, who are flooding the Ministry of Health website with comments that say: You discriminated between blood and blood, you will not see blood from us.
Do not threaten not to donate, because I bet you have not donated before either, because you are not people who contribute to society but are focused on yourself in an extreme section.
It's better not to stab you with the donation needle, who knows what its name is at its end?
Going to donate blood.
You fool
The name will help me, I got Corona stupidity.
From the moment I recovered, about two weeks ago, entire areas of my brain were erased, which was already held in cellophane anyway, and here I am walking around the world with a third active brain, and the rest coughing, moment yes, moment no, and you know when it is and when it is.
The cough also remained, by the way.
Better a poor horse than no horse at all.
In short, I traveled, recovering fresh, in Tel Aviv.
I needed Ibn Gvirol.
Suddenly I see a turn.
Looks familiar.
Is it Ibn Gvirol?
Maybe Jaffa Street?
Maybe Eighth Avenue?
Looking around.
Where am I?
Seems familiar to me, but does not know where.
I opened Wise, I found my location, the one I knew by heart based on the hundreds of times I went through it, and here I was already at my destination.
I was shocked.
I momentarily lost control of the familiar space.
I was amazed at the depth of the dysfunction that my brain, the excellent navigator, knows cities without being in, that finds paths with eyes tied in a special handkerchief of wizards who see through it, that brain suddenly does not know Ibn Gvirol where it is?
I was scared, but I also suddenly realized that this corona omicron is not a normal virus.
He's like Pegasus, not us.
It plants a spyware inside the system, and even after it seems to be gone, continues to pump the brain and transfer pieces of it to China, for use in the chip industry.
And suddenly also my mouth, that if I put it in gear it is hard to stop it from speaking, freezes, is blocked.
The idea I had the moment in my head becomes dust in my mouth, and I am silent for a moment, helpless, unable to say a thought.
A glimpse that is not really pleasant and does not bode well for what is happening to dementia patients of all kinds and types.
Disconnect between thought and speech.
And not only there, even within the thought itself there are suddenly disruptions, the memory has a hard time delivering the goods, sentences that beginners have a hard time reaching their end in peace.
mummy.
And it happens to me on the air.
fear.
Calm down.
It's not at the level of going to a neurologist or making an interest.
I manage to function on half an engine as well, and besides me, not so much is known about it.
Up to now.
I hide the mental disconnects somehow, and in general, at my age, it is better for him to have a person who will be silent a little from time to time, whether intentionally at first or due to a short circuit in the cranial lobe.
But I now understand how people who report a complete change in their abilities feel.
It's like someone asked the library in your brain for the books you loved, and you're waiting impatiently for them to return.
Well, I'm cut the thread of thought, goodbye next week.
avrigilad@gmail.com
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