I listen to the excellent Orientalist Dr. Mordechai Kidar, whose opinions and analyzes are mostly acceptable to me, and he says in an interesting lecture on YouTube that the most talked about Israeli name in the Arab world right now, both officially and on the networks, is Ben Gabir. There is a feeling in the Middle East that Israel is regaining its dignity, its power , that someone strong comes to run things, and strength is the only currency accepted in the neighborhood.
I'm a little happy, because if in this environment respect is what works, and a person comes who they see as restoring respect, then I'm ready to put aside many of my reservations about this appointment.
If Ben Gabir broadcasts a change in the rules of the game, and it creates appreciation for the enemy, then I'm fine.
Unfortunately, my value system, where respect based on strength has less room and human understanding based on goodwill has more, is not acceptable here.
It radiates weakness, and weakness produces violence that has no limits.
So if Ben Gavir scares them now, I'll calm down.
I will put my fears of him aside for the time being, they are secondary in importance.
But I'm also sad.
It is sad for us, that in order to live here in temporary peace, in relative peace, we must use force all the time, remind all the time that we cannot be messed with, we have to choose extremists who will make an impression on the Arabs, because the moderate people do not like looking scary.
A problem in our environment.
And of course it has not yet been proven that the people of the right will succeed where their predecessors failed, but there is a smell of change in the air, or my neighbor is frying eggplants again.
The Muslims' racist religious non-acceptance of the Jews here in space as rulers of a territory, regardless of its size, condemns them and us to always live on the sword, until their perception of the world changes, after the coming of the Messiah.
I am sad that so many important values have to be put aside, because there is something more important - survival.
I mourn the nation we could have been had we not been exposed to barbaric violence against us all the time.
We could have been a beautiful nation, in the positive sense, like the Jewish people who always preserved their beauty in the face of all the ugliness in the world, and now we became irritable, aggressive, violent.
How sad, what a heavy price for sitting in our country.
corruption of our souls.
And now Ben Gvir, in question in Arab countries, will have to show that the bulge in his pocket is a gun, and put fear in their hearts so that we can live in peace, until they stop being afraid next time.
A sea of compliments
The Israel Prize Committee, the Beacon Ceremony Committee, the Nobel Prize Committee, stop everything!
I know it's a little late to add someone new to the lists now, but I have a nomination for all these awards at the same time.
Her name is Shiri Konigsberg-Levi, and she is the most inspiring woman in Israel right now, and if you don't know her work, I will tell you in a few lines, and then you too will join the appeal to all the important institutions mentioned above.
Mrs. Königsberg founded the "Sea of Friends" movement, which provides a solution and social support for confiscated children.
Instead of being alone in need, waiting for the rotten education system to do something about this urgent matter - she decided to take independent action.
"Sea of friends" is an organization that bypasses boycotts by connecting children who fall victim to their "friends", who meet with each other for friendly and joyful activities, without fear that the class bullies and class queens will interfere and spoil everything.
There are already dozens of branches of this blessed movement, and children who were ostracized, oppressed, assigned - suddenly can meet and play with others similar to them in a safe and embracing atmosphere.
This is a real life saver, because it is well known how many children who experience a boycott harm themselves to the point of suicide, and how much a boycott affects the entire course of life, until adulthood and old age.
Therefore, when there is a real option to break away from the toxic society at school and meet new friends with a similar problem, it changes lives.
Shiri Koenigsberg-Levi is not only a great social entrepreneur: she is a teacher, she is a Tiktok star, she produces inspiring and hilarious videos, and shows that it is possible to fight such a difficult phenomenon that the neutered system does not know what to do with it, and win.
This is the woman I would like to see as Minister of Education, within a year everything would look different here.
From a system that threatens the safety of every child who comes through its gates, we would get a system that immediately deals with any attempted boycott, and allows all children in the country to go to school without fear of what will happen to them during recess.
Schools have become a dangerous place for children.
Before talking about what is learned in them, it is necessary to talk about what is happening socially in the corridors and courtyards, and any such discussion cannot take place without a brave decision to completely remove smartphones from schools.
Only a school without phones has a chance to control the safety and security of our children.
Will we get a minister of education with knowledge and courage or another work arrangement in rotation?
And will we have the strength to declare a boycott of the system until it resets itself?
A yielding rhinoceros
When I was in high school I couldn't listen in class, even for a moment.
Four years passed me in activities that I invented for myself instead of learning, which included, among other things, writing a daily humorous newspaper called "Pateshgan" which was distributed in the last class under the tables, doing pranks and drawing rhinoceros.
On the wall in front of the column where I sat and wasted my youth, hung a drawing of a rhinoceros, and for hundreds of hours in total I copied it over and over again in the back of my abandoned notebooks, which always received a beautiful cover full of goodwill at the beginning of the year, and after three pages were left to sigh in a bag.
Since then, a rhinoceros in Tsadodit is the only drawing I can draw with confidence that will resemble the drawn object.
And since my mind was attached to the mind of this calm-until-you-irritate-them herbivore, I began to discover an interest in him beyond painting, and if you play the game "if you were an animal - what animal would you be" with me, you will probably get the answer a rhinoceros.
It also corresponds to the political change I went through, which in the eyes of the few remaining in the camp I left is considered a swindle.
To tell me that I am a rhinoceros is a compliment, because the rhinoceros is truly an excellent, beautiful, gentle animal, which unfortunately the people of the East and Yemen see in its horn as a virtue for male impotence, as they see in any elongated cylindrical object, and they hunt it and make a powder from the horn that apparently erects fallen, which is now dangerous the world's rhinoceros population to the point of immediate and permanent extinction.
How stupid and weak man is.
Of course, my fondness for rhinos did not go unnoticed by my family members, and so it turned out that for my 60th birthday, which passed a few days ago, my eldest daughter bought me a rhinoceros.
True.
His name is Maxwell and he lives in a reserve in Kenya.
The buying process does not end with a notification of a large package in the mail, but with the certificate that now hangs in the living room giving me the
The guardianship of little Maxwell, an orphaned hornbill whose parents fell victim to the knives of the hunters of the valuable horn, which costs Amir up to 200,000 dollars for one.
In exchange for the deed of ownership, I am now transferring a modest monthly support to the reserve where he lives, to have something to feed him.
I guess there are several hundred other people like me around the world with the same certificate on the same Maxwell, and I'm happy.
What do I need all the warranty on a small rhinoceros?
we will share
And if a day comes and age takes its toll and my strength is exhausted, I will go to Kenya, to my Maxwell, I will tell him: "Dad is coming to visit!"
And instead of a kiss I'll give him a lick on the horn, and immediately Oni will come back to me like the first time.
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