The Bubbie of Ma’ale Levona and her Brownies
י'ב באייר התשע''ב
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Thoughts on the world from Israel.
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Labels: Arab Terrorism, Family History, Life in Israel, Religion, War
Labels: Building Reconciliation with Israelite Brothers, History, International Relations, Israeli Politics, Life in Israel, Redemption, Religion, War
Labels: Building Reconciliation with Israelite Brothers, Jewish Martyrs and Heros, Life in Israel, Religion, War
"War!"
I jumped out of bed when I heard my mother's voice. Listening to the 7:00 a.m. news, I heard CBS Radio's Israel correspondent Jay Bushinski say that Israel Defense Forces had advanced 10 miles into Egyptian territory and had destroyed the entire Egyptian Air Force. During the following week, I walked around school dazed, distracted. But not so distracted that I couldn't drag out a Hebrew grammar book to study abandoned verb conjugations and forgotten vocabulary. I carried a new dream within me.
Only twenty-four hours before - Sunday morning - it would have been like Vietnam; another war in a far off place.
After Memorial Day, 1967, Brighton Beach was my second home. I soaked up rock-n-roll tunes from the radio as I lay on a blanket playing poker and browning my back.
My best friend at the time was an Israeli, Shlomo Rozenberg. Sunday, June 4th, he and I kicked a soccer ball around while gentle winds blew and sea birds flew over Brighton beach. As afternoon shadows lengthened, the soccer game disintegrated. Shlomo and I made our way to a forest of legs surrounding a centrally located group of beach blankets and umbrellas. This was "Bay 3", the central hangout for Israelis living in New York on hot summer days.
Together with eight others, we clambered over each other's shoulders to form a human pyramid. While I struggled to maintain my balance, someone began to play a Hebrew love ballad on his guitar. A bongo drummer softly kept rhythm.
Almost everybody sang along. Guys put muscled arms around their girlfriends' olive shoulders. Giant Stars of David reflected gold, copper and light.
I was silent.
I neither knew the words, nor understood the language. All I knew at that moment was how lonely I felt. I wanted to walk away from this crowd of foreigners, lay on my blanket and listen to the Beach Boys and the Stones. I didn't. Shlomo had his left leg on my right shoulder. He needed my support.
By the time the unsteady pyramid had collapsed, Jack Goldberg - card sharp and pre-eminent party giver in Brooklyn's felafel ghetto on 13th Avenue - was making a speech about breaking Nasser's noose on the Straits of Tiran. To shouts of "kol hakavód!" and "bravo!," he orated passionately that the Russians could drop dead and that Israel would drive the Egyptian monkeys to the gates of Cairo. He yelled "'am yisraél Hai!" and "long live America!," The rest of the crowd soon took up Ya'akov's calls.
In the midst of the shouting the staccato of a bongo drum pierced the air like a machine gun. A girl began to sing "Hava Negila" and grabbed Shlomo's hand. He grabbed mine and we danced a hora to the steady beat of the knee drums.
I danced and whirled and jumped. Concentric circles formed dancing clockwise and counter-clockwise. I kicked sand, running first to the right then to the left. The knee drums pounded their cadence into my brain. As more and more people joined the hora, I sang the one song I recognized that day in a voice of voices.
The ancient spirit of Israel rose within me. Walls of isolation dropped. I felt my soul link with the souls around me. I shared fear. I shared concern. I shared joy. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel like an outsider. I belonged.
That night we watched a television "special" about the Middle East. My mother looked at the map on the TV and said to my father, "Louie, they have us surrounded." She had never referred to Israel as "us" before.
When I went to sleep that night, He Who guards Israel did not sleep. Only He - and the Israel Defense Force - were prepared for the six days that followed.What had happened was a miracle. First of all, that event on Brighton Beach and the events of the week that followed it shaped the rest of my life, telling me where my own identity really lay. Even though it would be over thirty years before I would fulfill my own dream of coming home to Israel, the seed leading to its fulfillment had been planted.
Gluksman claims the Shabak made attempts on his life and he was forced to flee Israel in the early 1980s. Argentinian-born Gluksman publicly accused Israel of being behind the Falklands War. "I discovered that it was Israel Aviation Industries that provided the Argentinian planes and missiles and it was they who sunk the Lancaster", he explained. "They convinced the Argentinian government that they could win the war for them".
Mr. Gluksman's motives for talking freely to me appear not to be ideological. He is an avowed Marxist. Simply, he believes his Oslo talks became corrupted and that Rabin was murdered by the corrupters of his negotiations. His insider revelations are startling and verify the crux of my own research.
Gluksman: When I began laying the groundwork for the Oslo talks in '88, money wasn't even considered as a political issue. It's when it became the core issue that things turned ugly.
Chamish: What do you mean 1988? The talks began in 1992.
Gluksman: The plans for them were initiated in 1988. We had to wait until Rabin was elected to put them into action. He sent the two negotiators, Pundak and Hirshfeld, to Oslo and the initial talks were aimed at establishing an honest groundwork for peace.
Chamish: I interviewed Ron Pundak in 1996 and he told me something remarkable. He said that his boss, Yossi Beilin, does not believe in borders. Borders cause wars. He told me the end result of the accord would be the removal of Israel's borders. This would be done by dismembering the country piece by piece. After, Israel would blend into a Middle East bloc of united Arab countries.
Gluksman: Yes, that was our objective. The Gush Katif disengagement was agreed to in 1993 as part of the broader plan. To understand how this would lead to peace, look at Hong Kong. It was a colony of six million in a sea of over a billion Chinese. Israel consists of six million Jews in a sea of over a billion Moslems. When Hong Kong was handed over to China in 1999, nothing changed for the people of Hong Kong. They went on with their lives as before but without the threat of attack hanging over them. That was our objective. Israel would become Arab and nothing would change, but the threat would end. The Jews of Tel Aviv would go on with their lives, run their businesses, build their homes but the mayor would be an Arab, the police would be Arabs, the courts would be Arab. It was the ideal solution.[emphases mine - RK]
Chamish: So if the plans are on course beginning with Gush Katif, what is your problem with the accords?
Gluksman: The problem began when the Labor Party leaders saw Oslo as a way to make a quick buck. Everyone was rushing to join in, Shimon Peres [Peres brought along his friend whom he had mentored, Ariel Sharon], Chaim Ramon, Micha Harish. And they all came with their Palestinian businessmen in tow.
I mean, who were Micha Harish and Chaim Ramon? How did they become peace negotiators? Oslo was drawing the greediest crooks to the money pot. They did not want peace, they wanted a piece of the action.
People who were absolute nobodies suddenly were showing up for discussions. The most absurd was this Rabbi Melchior who Peres brought along. Who ever heard of him before? He had no legitimacy or constituency, never wrote learned tracts and overnight he jumps from Oslo to the cabinet of Shimon Peres.
Everyone the Israelis sent to iron out details were there for what they could get out of Oslo and the P.L.O. more than cooperated in the thefts and corruption. From a Marxist beginning, the discussions turned capitalistic.
Chamish: Where did Rabin fit in? [this refers to the murder of Rabin]
Gluksman: He saw how corrupt everything had turned and decided to abandon the whole enterprise. He was going to put the talks on hold or shut them down for good if the corruption didn't stop. That is why they murdered him. He threatened to bring down the house of crime and that would have been very costly to the crooks. I read your work. Your conclusion is similar to mine but you left out some people who stood to lose big if Rabin stayed alive. It is a broader plot than you've found out.
It is no different than the heartbreaking case of the 14 year-old son of Sheri Mandell, an American immigrant living in Teko'a. He took a short hike from his home with a friend, they were set upon by Arabs who tied them up and bludgeoned them to death, cracking open their skulls with rocks.
After delighting in the screams of the boys as each rock opened more of their brains, the murderers took further pleasure in the sadistic coup de grace of ripping the bodies apart with knives.
Days later, Sheri Mandell's home was sniped at, with a bullet entering the bedroom of her nine year old daughter. Had she been in the room, she would have joined the list of double murders. Sheri took the hint and abandoned her home in Teko'a that night. She will likely not be the last to be shot at (author's note: Indeed she has not been. Not a week goes by without another report of Arabs shooting at Jews in Judea and Samaria - RK).
One of the secret parts of the Oslo Accords dealt with Judea and Samaria. In it, it detailed in as few words as possible, the elimination (as in murder) of the leadership of Judea and Samaria. When you talk to folks who have lived here for fifteen years or so, they can see the arm of elimination and murder of their leaders, even if they do not want to. They've been to too many funerals.
Labels: Arab Terrorism, Corruption, Divine Intent, Elections in Israel, Family History, Foreign Control, History, International Relations, Israeli Politics, Life in Israel, Redemption, Religion, War
A couple of weeks ago, I got a call at night. The conversation was in Hebrew but since most of you reading are not familiar with the language....
"Ruvy?" The fellow sounded familiar, but I couldn't place him.
"Yes?" I waited.
"Ruvy, we have target practice scheduled for next week. You have a choice between Monday the 7th and Wednesday the 9th."
I sighed. I really didn't need this. The target practice was to make sure I could still carry the M16 I use on guard duty for the village - which is now, for me, the effort to stay awake in a patrol truck between 02:00 and 05:00 in the wee hours of the morning. If I didn't go, I wouldn't be able to carry the weapon or go on patrol, and another 250 shekels would be added to my monthly taxes to the village of Ma'ale Levona. When I get rich, I won't care. In the meantime, I go on patrol.
I turned all this over in my head. I was busy on Monday. I had a meeting in Jerusalem to try to figure out what my oldest son, who is leaving high school, would do next year. On Wednesday, we was supposed to be in the south of the country for "parents day" at the pre-military academy our younger son is attending.
"Nu, Ruvy? What should I put you down for? Monday or Wednesday?" The security officer of the village, Itzik, like most Israelis, was extremely impatient.
"What time does it start?" I asked him. "About 17:00 - like last time," he answered me. Last time, I waited for hours for the idiots to get started. A pig in molasses moves faster than the IDF when it comes to working with civilians. Even the Israel Police are more efficient!
"Where will it be?" I asked, half knowing the answer. "It'll be in the same place as last time! Where else will we have it?" he expostulated. "Nu? Which is it already? Monday or Wednesday?" he continued to press. And I continued to dither. "I'm busy both days, Itzik. You sure this will be in the late afternoon-evening?"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure!" Itzik answered, his very short fuse nearly running out on him.
"Alright, Itzik", I relented at last. "I have a meeting on Monday morning in Jerusalem at 10:00. I can probably catch the bus leaving from Jerusalem at 14:00. So put me down for Monday." On Sunday, I got a formal notice from the Security Officer of the village saying that I was registered to go on Monday to target practice, pursuant to our conversation the previous week - at 14:00. The notice said "transportation is you own responsibility."
On Monday, I went to the meeting with my son, and after some haggling, we agreed to register him with National Service, where he would do "volunteer" work in lieu of not serving in the IDF. We were to come to another meeting the next morning, where he would meet with a Jerusalem coordinator of the National Service. We took a bus to the Central Bus Station, from whence my son would go home, and I would take a different bus at 13:00 to the village to the mitváH - the target practice. I still had no idea how I would get home to Ma'ale Levona.
I got off at the village specified, and walked around some, asking directions for where the target practice was held for villagers who had to do patrol. There was a kid walking around with the same puzzled "am-I-in-the-right-place?" expression I must have been wearing, and together we progressed to a large field, about the size of a soccer or rugby pitch. At one end of the field was a shelter against the wind and the rain, and at the other was a sign in Hebrew - 25 meters.
We had indeed arrived. It was the place where target practice was done. It looked like the place I had gone to last year, and there were spent shells on the field.
The kid sat himself down with a notebook, pencil and paper and started working on some school problem. I watched him absent-mindedly. I should have brought a notebook or book along myself, but I had been in too much of a hurry to catch the 7:30 bus with my son.
The kid sitting on the ground looked up at me, "atá m'dabér anglít? "Do you speak English?"
Joy! Rapture! Of course I speak English! I wouldn't have to crack my jaws or stretch my poor overworked brain on Hebrew! "Yeah, I talk English," I answered him. The kid continued on in Hebrew.
"Can you help me with what I'm working on here? It's all in English, and I'm having trouble understanding..." I didn't waste time answering him. I walked over and took the paper from his hand and looked at it.
It was in English alright. But I didn't understand a single sentence. The kid was studying electrical engineering, and he wanted me to translate the problems he was working on. English I know. Electrical engineering? Forget about it! I didn't know the technical terms and couldn't translate most of them for him. I did translate one or two terms here and there and was about to give up altogether when I noticed a sheet of paper translating a whole series of terms from English to Hebrew. Like most Israelis, he hadn't bothered to look at the sheet.
I held the sheet in front of his face. "Use this!" I told him. "I don't know the technical terms, but this sheet will give you the help you asked me for."
I showed him the various terms he needed to know, and the vast majority of the terms he wanted were there. He returned to his book - and I returned to my ennui. A 6% solution of cocaine to inject in my veins would have been appropriate at that point.
We had arrived at 14:00 - the time specified on the sheet I had gotten in the mail - and still we were the only ones there. It was going on 15:00. I dialed up the Security Officer on my cell-phone.
"Nu, Itzik, where are you? Was this canceled after all?" I asked, glancing a the clouds that seemed to get heavier and heavier with each passing hour.
"I'm on the way," he answered. "Don't worry." Typical Israeli bluff and bravado.
By the time he had arrived a few minutes later, a whole bunch of others had also, so the first order of business was praying MinHá, the afternoon prayer. Then we waited some more. Suddenly a HUMVEE appeared with some soldiers in it. First it drove down to the far edge of the field, where some kids (soldiers) took out about 8 targets to shoot at, and set them in the ground. They left a whole series of small boxes at the corner. Ammo. Then the HUMVEE came by to the shelter and the same soldiers unloaded four small plastic items that unfolded to become long benches for us to sit on. Then, they took out a large table on which they set cakes, and a large container containing hot water. Teabags and coffee packets were also provided. You would have thought that this was a kiddúsh after synagogue on Shabbát instead of target practice.
Itzik handed me an M16 and an empty clip. It is the standard banana clip that holds 30 5.56 mm bullets, the standard ammo of the M16 used here. It didn't register in my head immediately that the clip was empty. I checked the weapon to make sure there were no bullets in it.
A whole load of people who live in Ma'ale Levona had arrived, and I saw my possible ride - Barry. I didn't waste any time, and asked him if he had a spot in his car for me. He did! Suddenly, even though the clouds were descending lower and lower, the day was a lot brighter and sunnier for me. I would have a ride home!
The guys from Ma'ale Levona were deep in an animated discussion on the "building freeze" that the Civil Administration had imposed on Judea and Samaria under the pressure of the American government. I didn't pay much attention. The conversation was in Hebrew, and I wanted to concentrate on the weapon at hand, practicing cocking it, firing it, loading the clip with bullets etc. I don't get these opportunities that often. I should have been paying attention to the conversation, though....
The actual target practice was somewhat anti-climactic after all that waiting. There were two sessions - one where we shot 20 bullets standing, kneeling and prone, and a second session after dark where we shot ten bullets in any position we were comfortable in. It was beginning to rain when we shot at night, and I rushed through the routine and returned the weapon, and empty clip to the Security Officer and rushed onwards to see Barry already in his car ready to leave. It must have been 17:10 or 17:15 at night. A long day - and finally on the way home in the pouring rain in the Samarian mountains!
That is where the story should end. But it didn't end there.
Traveling up the road to Ma'ale Levona from Sinjil at 17:30 in the evening, the vehicle I was riding in was confronted with and the road blocked by two Israel Police vehicles. After some discussion, the police agreed to move the vehicles and allowed the vehicle I was riding in to pass. Traveling from there to the main road into the village, I could see a long line of traffic backed up on the main road. The following is reported live as dictated to my son, Shim'on, who typed this as I spoke.
At the entry road to Ma'ale Levona there is a tremendous road block. There are border guards in full combat gear, there are police, and Yassamnikim (SWAT team) in black. The main road into the village was blocked with stones and we ran over them at 17:40 this evening (7 December 2009). Fortunately the vehicle was not damaged. It is impossible to enter Ma'ale Levona at this second. The presence of police, military vehicles, and the stones in the road seem to indicate that there either is or has been a confrontation between forces of the state and the residents of Ma'ale Levona. This is confirmed by the presence of a large number of residents at the gate of the yishúv (village). A barrier of rocks is slowly being removed from the roadway and we are progressing home. Walking into the village, I was stopped by a kid who wanted to make sure I live here.
That is from the article I wrote for Blogcritics Magazine on the confrontation at Ma'ale Levona that had been taking place all afternoon while I was wasting my time at a damned target shoot!
Looking at the road leading to Ma'ale Levona I was wishing I had a laptop or notebook computer with a WiFi connection on it. I was staring at a news story, and was pissed off as all hell. Finally, it hit me to call up my son and dictate the basis of a newsflash to him, one that I could fix up when I got home and file. So I dialed him up, and Shim'on did me proud. He opened a Word document and typed what I told him to, and then typed in observations of his own.
When I got home, I sat down at the computer and began to work. There is no rest for the wicked.
Labels: Family History, Israeli Politics, Life in Israel, Writing
Warnings from Politicians
I picked up this little item from Arutz Sheva Thursday morning (26 November 2009). Ynetnews carefully avoided mentioning MK Danny Danon's (Likud) warning that Barak and Netanyahu are leading us to civil war in its coverage of a meeting of leaders from Judea and Samaria.
Later that day, MK Tzipora Hotobeli (Likud) amplified this point, saying that Prime Minister Netanyahu had made a mistake in strategically separating Judea and Samaria from Jerusalem in dealing with the United States and its little "Palestinian" puppet Mahmoud Abbas.
Not all of our soldiers are happy with being used as goons to kick out fellow Jews from their homes, when it is obvious to them (and any sane individual) that instead of ruining the lives of Jews (and fellow Israeli citizens), they should be protecting them from depradations of terrorists bent on murdering them.
But Security MInister Ehud Barak (Labor), just the day before (25 November 2009), had warned recruits that soldiers' protests against the illegal use of force against Jewish residents in Judea and Samaria would be met with an iron fist.
And Binyamin Netanyahu is determined to bow to the setting sun of the Americans, as did the evil priests in the days immediately before the destruction of the Temple of Solomon, who defecated in front of the Altar of G-d as they faced the sun worshipping it.
Events of the last several weeks or months here in Israel lead inescapably to this conclusion: the day that Jewish residents will have to fire on Jewish policemen and soldiers to protect their homes is approaching rapidly.
The Double Standard of the Hiloní Establishment in Israel
First, let's look at the viciousness of the Border Guards and Israel Police in dealing with Jews here in Judea and Samaria, and the double standard applied in law here, where Arabs are given a nearly free pass, and Jews are treated like trash. It was this kind of evil that brought upon us the Holocaust in Europe - Jews persecuting Jews.
Two days ago, a member of mishmár hag'vúl, the Border Guards who are paramilitary police, was indicted for beating up a national camp demonstrator.
According to Arutz Sheva, this all took place last July. "The police originally claimed they were the ones who were attacked, but authorities accepted a video as evidence that police officer Tal Yemini was the instigator."
The victim, a youth at MaHané Horón, a Samarian community, was shown in the video with Yemini shoving his fist in his nose and eyes, though the boy did not display any aggressive behavior. Nevertheless, the police arrested the youth on charges of "attacking a policeman."
This incident was newsworthy because it was more in the "man bites dog" category than "dog bites man". Members of the Border Guard routinely incite national camp demonstrators and attack them, and then arrest them for "attacking police officers". According to Arutz Sheva, spokesmen for the Civil Rights Organization of Judea and Samaria also charged that Border Police discriminate against Jews by arresting them often without evidence, while routinely releasing Arabs immediately after arrest.
The pigs are the same the world over, telling the same lies, and getting pliable or bought-off judges to go along with their fraud. The instances where the judge does not go along with the fraud and lies are the newsworthy ones.
An example of this is this case where a cop was sued by his victim over how he treated him during the expulsion at 'Amóna, four years ago. Arutz Sheva also reported on this nine days ago on 17 November. According to the article, shotér (Patrolman) David Atia will pay almost NIS 60,000 to David Ladvin, whom he attacked at the protest against demolitions at 'Amona in 2005. Atia was filmed butting Ladvin, his head in his helmet. Nevertheless, note carefully: the judge in the case, Judge Karmi Mosek of the the Jerusalem Magistrates' Court, set aside a criminal conviction of Atia for assault so that he could continue serving on the police - and continue attacking other demonstrators. There may well be other issues involved as well. By setting aside the criminal conviction of shotér Atia, the judge did not interfere with the pazá"m, the system of promoting cops and soldiers according to time served rather than merit or passing of exams. So David Atia will likely wear some kind of rank, and get better pay. Beating up religious Jews pays in the Israel Police.
Not long ago, police expelled Jews from their homes near Hevron - but according to Arutz Sheva, illegal Arab homes with demolition orders ten years old were untouched by the police action.
Judges in many parts of Israel follow along in this mollycoddling of Arab terror. Judge Yuval Shadmi of the Nazareth District Court refused to sentence an Arab youth to jail time for throwing rocks at a police squad car. His reason? He alleged that Jews who do the same thing in Judea and Samaria are not prosecuted or jailed for the same things. Reminders from the the Organization for Civil Rights in Judea and Samaria that the opposite was true, and that considerable evidence of this had been collected already (witness the cases cited above, for example), were ignored by the good judge.
In the meantime, the government violates the agreements it makes with its citizens. The Israeli government had an agreement with a Knesset sub-committee chairman, Ze'ev Elkin (Likud), that no expulsion would be conducted on the Sabbath. And then it swooped down on Homesh - where expelled residents are trying to rebuild homes - on the very Sabbath it agreed not to violate.
Let's end this portion of the article with one more example of what passes for "justice" in this land. In 2005, a fifteen-year-old kid was hitching a ride when two cops accosted him and demanded to see his teudát zehút, his ID papers. He had none. You have to be 16 years of age or older to obtain a teudát zehút. He attempted to tell the cops that and asked them to check his ID through the computer system they have in their cars. They refused. They shoved him in the back of the car on the floor and beat and kicked the boy. According to Arutz Sheva, two soldiers who were at a nearby guard post, and a third soldier who was in the area, testified that they tried to intervene but that the policemen refused to stop beating the boy. The Human Rights Committee of the Council of Jewish Communities in Judea and Samaria secured the release of the youth and a complaint was filed with police. The upshot? A police disciplinary court fined the two cops NIS 1,200 (about $315) in damages, and no criminal charges were filed against them.
Rights and Wrongs
One should be clear here. The expulsion from Homesh, just like the expulsion from Gush Qatif, was illegal. The residents of all these towns and villages had built their homes and lives at the encouragement and approval of the government of Israel. Every legitimate effort to push this expulsion through failed. All the efforts to "legalize" this expulsion were "k'ílu", in other words, end runs around the law. But it was done; the Hebrew press (following the lead of the anti-Israel media world-wide) beat the drums of contempt for those living in Gaza, Judea and Samaria; it ignored herculean efforts to impress the citizenry; and the government leaders stopped up their ears and committed illegality anyway, expelling the 8,000 residents of Gush Qatif and 2,000 residents of northern Samaria.
In doing so, they broke the law of the land, abusing fiat rights of authority, the kind of tyrannical excesses that used to be common in the monarchy of England, to pave their illegal way. The courts, under the rule of the same Hiloní G-d-hating, Torah-hating elite stood aside and washed its hands, and the government perpetrated treason and ethnic cleansing upon its own people. One would have thought that we were Syrian or Iraqi fellahín, the way the government has acted here, that we could be expelled from our homes, have our lives ruined, or even be killed at the will of the régime of traitors in Jerusalem.
Those who attempt to settle the Land, those who try to rebuild their homes and lives, are in the right. And the Stalinist bastards who do the bidding of the United States and of Europe are in the wrong. The traitors in Jerusalem have sunk to the low sewer of the nastiest Arab tyrants, to the level of the scum and savages who ruin Arabia and Persia. Their goons have sunk with them. They are no better than gutter trash. Bullets are too good for them. There has already been Divine Retribution against the Americans who pressured the Israeli government to do this evil. Divine Retribution will come against the Israeli leaders who are as bad as the Jew-hating dung of Russia and Germany.
In their continued depravity, they defecate upon the honor of the young men and women who put their lives on the line to keep these bastards in office in Jerusalem.
Soldiers' Protests and the Larger Picture
Now, let's look at the events of recent weeks surrounding the k'fir "Young Lions" Battalion of the IDF.
There is a history of difficult relations, if not outright hatred, between the Hiloní (secular and anti-clerical) establishment that controls the army and the press and the religious Jews and their own establishments in the army. As I've pointed out elsewhere, a large proportion of the IDF is religious and loyal to the idea of a G-d of Israel and the mission for the Children of Israel, a mission expressed in various ways, while the top brass is a G-d-hating, Torah-hating establishment, a fossilized remainder from the pre-state days when the left-wing kibbutzim supplied the majority of the fighting men as well as commanders.
As a reminder of this hatred, a Channel 2 news broadcaster called for the dissolution of the hésder yeshivót, which train soldiers who maintain religious values. According to this Arutz Sheva report, Ronny Daniel reminded viewers that former IDF Chief of Staff Dan Halutz had said at the time of the Disengagement in 2005 that he would "settle accounts" with soldiers who refused to participate in the Disengagement. In case anyone has forgotten (and I'm sure all of you have), Halutz was the IDF CoS who sold his stocks in Israeli firms in July 2006, fearing a decline of their values in a war; he also designed the disastrous strategy that the IDF followed in the Second Lebanon War.
The brigades in the K'fir Battalion, which serves largely in Judea and Samaria, have been protesting the expulsion of Jews by Jewish soldiers in Judea and Samaria by holding up various signs at graduation ceremonies held at the Western Wall saying that their brigade does not expel fellow Jews. While the Hebrew media and the government have tried to focus their anger on the religious Jews in the K'fir Battalion and on the hésder yeshivót which train them, the truth is that religious and secular soldiers alike share this view. And because they are usually the ones called upon to do the evil deed, backing up the more vicious and ideologically motivated Border Guards and Israel Police, they are more sympathetic to the Jewish residents of Judea and Samaria - people often beset by outside agitators who try to stir up Arabs against them, as well as by American snoops who try to worm information out of them, and by "peace groups" who commit espionage, funded by foreign countries like Finland and England.
Strictly speaking, the signs at the ceremonies are insubordination and should be punished as such. But, more honestly speaking, these soldiers have been forced to perform illegal political tasks by a government that, in negotiating the surrender of sovereign Jewish land to an enemy, has committed treason in the plain sense of the word. So, if these soldiers rightfully protest the treasonous actions of their government, they are in the right and the government is in the wrong - as it has been ever since it agreed to the Oslo Suicide Accord.
And that is the bottom line here.
Soldiers and Israelis generally can see that the American government is an enemy of this country. American President Obama has, as I hoped he would, stripped away the mask of "friendship" worn by more proficient American liars like George W. Bush and Bill Clinton. The reality of the bully/bullied relationship of the United States towards Israel is plain as day now. Obama is the target marker. All those who bow to the will of this evil man and his flunkies are targets - people to be ejected from government here, to be replaced by honest patriots who will not waste their time on the trash from Europe and the United States.
It is time for a man to arise amongst us who will have the courage of Matatyahu the Kohen, the father of the Maccabees, who ran his sword through a Jew who, like Netanyahu, Peres and Barak, bows to the idols of "peace" and falsehood.
Hanukka approaches. May the Almighty grant us a miracle.
Labels: Arab Terrorism, Corruption, Foreign Control, Israeli Politics, Life in Israel