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By election day we have a lot more to do Israel today

2022-06-30T08:56:55.397Z


Are there still eligible voters whose minds have not been washed, and are they able to argue without repeating, like a zombie or a parrot, all the campy vocabulary from the Balfour or Raanana demonstrations? • The next few days, ahead of the election, will be full of poison and jeep and jure and pike information, and those who will star in them will have thick skin and a strong stomach


The days that are still right for us are not going to be a sheer pleasure.

There are months in the doorway where everything will be opened: mortars and jurors. Information that is not exactly information will be spilled out, and the worse it is, the better. In the near future one can forget about considerations of sense of proportion, good taste or honesty. The verbal art.

Where ... Israel, which is in a heavy draw, is once again being dragged into the elections drinking poison and a jeep, and those who will star in them will have thick skin and a strong stomach.

Lacking in filter and shame.

But after them - do I recreate something?

- Again we will have to live together, build coalitions and cooperate.

I wrote here last week my opinion on Naftali Bennett's unfortunate casting ability, and some of the reactions, I admit, worried me.

I do not remember when such a tense and tribal political atmosphere prevailed here recently.

There were people who were outraged that I was able to mention Bennett's name without adding the words "crook" and "leftist," as their halakhic teachers ruled.

How did I forget to mention that his government is the "Ashkenazi exclusion government"?

There were those who were appalled that alongside the criticism I am able to acknowledge any good results that the current government has brought.

With what impudence do I not join the choir ?!

Below and above the surface there was the claim that being a kippah, and being an Oriental, either I think exactly like them or I am a traitor.

There is no other way.

"Dude, you're not ours for a long time," one slapped me.

Presumably the head of the admissions committee of the "our own" forum.

It seems to me that only in contemporary Hebrew can one say "Brother, you are not ours."

And that, esteemed readers, is just the starting line.

Until election day, we have a long way to go.

The questions that are of concern at the moment are whether it is still legitimate to say both.

Is it permissible to put into the political debate some complex and relevant voice, which recognizes the good and the bad that Netanyahu or Bennett did?

Are there still eligible voters whose minds have not been washed, and are they able to argue without repeating, like a zombie or a parrot, all the campy vocabulary from the Balfour or Raanana demonstrations?

This is important mainly because of the day after, but not just because of it.

***

Occasionally I sit with my older children to watch a movie they have chosen.

I owe it to them.

After all, I was the one who introduced them to archeological finds like "Modern Times" by Charlie Chaplin, or "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly".

They even enjoyed, and now it's my turn.

So I come open and cultured, ignoring the little probing glances they stare at me, humming to myself "I'm an analog guy in the digital world" and trying not to grin out loud in front of regrets and marvels like "Captain America."

But there are moments when it's bigger than me.

In too many movies a kind of hallucinatory dramatic move takes place, in which the soul of one of the main characters is stolen.

Or someone formatted the hero's brain.

The "bad guys" scanned his personality.

Aliens erased it.

Hostile beings flashed his nervous system in a phosphorescent "mint crystal" green, and he came out of there, you hear, a completely different person.

Seems, ostensibly, the same man.

Also sounds, seemingly.

But from within it belongs and is recruited to the other side.

The villain.

He is the opposite of himself, and yes, at this moment he is able to kill in cold blood those who were dearest to him of all.

At this point I lose the remnants of the minimal trust without which it is difficult to hold sympathy with the plot.

Give me a character, for God's sake!

I'm appalled.

Give me some Clint Eastwood, Gabi Amrani or Gary Cooper, Bhai Rabchum, and stop being smart.

Man this is not a disk on key !!!

But then I remind myself that brainwashing is a realistic and quite old technique, and what we see here on screen is just a high-tech version of the same thing.

Needless to say, my kids are completely fascinated and flowing with the chatter.

The movie sucks me.

I may be a Neanderthal from the last century, but I know very well that if someone's souls were stolen in the first act, they would be returned in an hour and a half or two.

how exactly?

Good thing you asked, kids.

Because that's exactly what I do not like about these movies.

Sometime, in the middle of the battle for life or death, a battle will be formed.

Our deleted, formatted and recycled protagonist will find himself in front of the face of his beloved, in front of his twin brother, or in front of his partner in the special forces team.

He does not remember or recognize.

His gaze is hollow.

They can already eliminate him and Hales.

He is not himself at all anyway.

Just packing.

The beloved shouts at him, "It's me, me! Wake up !!!".

But there is no one to talk to.

There may be light in the window, but no one in the house.

And just then, on the verge of despair, they would somehow notice some bare wire end, locate some tiny and unreliable Achilles heel, through which one could go back (Alek) to the real man he was before his personality was scrubbed like a layer of asphalt on the road.

Suddenly they sing him a line from a song.

Or remind him of a cookie he loved.

And that, Allie, actually works.

Something tiny shook one of his eyes.

It turns out that these hermetic moves are never perfect.

Man is indeed not a disk on key.

There is always a crack, said Meir Ariel.

And it's really beautiful.

But bottom line, this is the moment I say to the kids, good night, I went to bed.

Next time you see "Fisher King".

There is no doubt that the story of characters whose souls were robbed, and then put back in place, does not do it for me.

Why really?

The children asked.

Do not you think that erasing identity is a serious philosophical question?

Yes, I answered.

But the cinematic scenes that can be summed up in the words "return of the zombie" or "wake up the scrubbed agent" provide this question with poor, embarrassing and mostly dull to death answers.

There is no doubt that it is also worth considering the possibility that my peers and I fail to love these twisted loops because we were born in the wrong century.

People who have hatched from the last century find it difficult, as is well known, to digest the artistic taste of their adolescent children, who prefer fantasy films and fantasy books.

That is, if they read at all.

***

And most of my friends, just like me, have a hard time understanding the meaning of the utter lack of interest in realistic characters living real life.

We also have a hard time with the hilarious and heavenly pop that chirps from the youth's Bluetooth headphones.

We listen stealthily and immediately snore in contempt.

Where is it and where is Kat Stevens, or Shalom Hanoch, Bob Marley or Van Morrison.

Even our childhood hymns, which were wonderfully goofy, were at least goofy with humor and grace - we speak to ourselves like a bitter-hearted lawyer who knows his case is over - goofy in a good section, and not just as idiotic as the garbage we play now.

At one point a shimmer of wisdom flashes through us and reminds us that in fact our parents did not tolerate our musical taste either.

They too snorted in contempt.

And it may have always been that way and there is nothing to do.

Taste and smell.

Spinning Wheel.

But when it comes to these films, which tell the story of a character whose personality has been robbed, I suddenly realized something.

What bothers me is not the unreliability, but rather the chance that it is all possible.

This possibility - the empty eyes, the bitter recitation, the artificial spark in the look - just scares me very much.

Were we wrong?

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Source: israelhayom

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