WHY I AM SMARTER THAN THE CEO OF APPLE, TIM COOK.
Yes, I claim this with 0.00000666. of Tim Cook's Wealth
Good morning all eleven of you! Despite evidence to the contrary, I am not dead. I choose to hide in my Puerto Rican apartment, instead of wading out to the crazy-land that my pristine neighborhood affords.
The other day, a woman whom I have known for several years, told me something so incredibly stupid, that had I been twenty pounds lighter, I would hide under our bed until she, and the last snowbird leaves.
It had to do with Israel, a place that I revere not as a born-again Jew, but as a travel junkie. Yes, I am coming clean with my addiction. I plan to keep this addiction till death do us part. I have had it since I quit Pittsburgh, one week after getting my high school diploma.
This idiot woman tells me that the Palestinians have the right to live in Israel.
NO THEY DO NOT!!!!!!!
Israel is the homeland of the Jews. With the Balfour declaration of 1917, the entire map of the middle-east was redrawn. Iraq, formerly of the Ottoman Empire, defeated in WWI, became Iraq. We all know what happened with that one. A funny little nation called Iran was also brought to the fore. I have no idea what will happen with that one. I suspect nothing good.
Palestine, after the Balfour Declaration, was a tiny land, roughly the size of New Jersey. It was a rough desert, with hardly a tree to provide shade. Still, it was granted by the Prime Minister of the UK, Arthur Balfour, to be a homeland for Jews.
Above—Prime Minister Sir Arthur Balfour, who granted Israel to Jews after WWI.
It is important to note that the term, Palestinian, referred to Jews, and Jews only.
Nowadays, it pertains to those idiots who brandish their “Free Palestine” Signs at every corner, every political event, all schools, churches, colleges and universities.
The one that really cracks me up is Queers For Palestine. Yes. The Muslims who control most of the Middle East fling said queers off of tall buildings to their deaths. Ahh, yes! I should be championing their cause. The earth, I believe can do without them and their bigotry against Jews and Christians.
Have you ever been to Tel Aviv? I have, and I can report that the food there is superior to most high-end restaurants, and trust me, I have been to plenty of those. The city has tree-lined sidewalks and so many fabulous food offerings that I beg even Paris, France, to come up with food and desserts that are better.
My favorite dessert on this planet is Tira Miso. In Tel Aviv, I ended each meal with a large block of my favorite indulgence. I suppose they meant this for more than one person—so I gave The Husband a nibble and swallowed the rest in record time.
Every day in Tel Aviv was another food orgy. Yes, of course we went to Jerusalem as well, and went to the wall to pray. We put notes in the wall. Actually, our notes were prayers to our loved ones, both living and dead.
My yoga guru here and all-around spiritual muse, Margarita Torres had a rather different experience than mine with the Wall. She felt that its energy was so strong, she could not actually touch it so much as hover her hand four inches away.
Everyone, at least Jews and Christians, has a different experience at the Wall. It belongs to the last Temple, which was destroyed in 70 AD. If you look at contemporary photos of Jerusalem, you will be drawn to what looks like a Temple.
This golden dome no longer represents a Jewish Temple. The Palestinian Arabs took it over, and it is now the Al Aska Mosque. These Fakestinians, as I refer to them, shall one day have it snatched from their hands—or so I have prayed. As it is, Jews, American or otherwise, are severely restricted from going anywhere near this holy site.
Could that change? Yes. All through world history we have read about the taking and the retaking of land. So, it could again be out of Muslim hands.
I believe that if this stunning example of a temple were put into Christian hands, all would be allowed to visit and worship. Many of my former colleagues, mostly Christians, would and did visit Israel. One woman, a nurse who worked the older adult unit with me, described how she saw Israel as a place of miracles.
“Usually, on long flights, my legs seize up in cramps, “ she said. “ When I went to Israel, nothing bad happened to my legs. It felt like a miracle.”
Maybe it was.
I had thought of going there with the Red Cross to see if my nursing skills would come in handy. My husband correctly said that my health would render me one more patient to care for.
So, with that in mind, I have decided on a better way to help Israel. I have given to the pertinent charities of course, but when I took an internal inventory, to assess how I could help, the answer was obvious.
When the dust settles I shall go via Madrid, and do what I do best. I will shop. And shop. And eat. And shop. And drink. And shop. And eat Tira Masu. Then I shall…
Go shopping again!
Yes, perhaps some of the world’s ills could be solved by ladies going shopping.
And eating Tira Masu.
Ok, as a former Christian, I had to add this major religion, especially because so many Christians visit there, particularly Bethlehem. The Arabs running that town have restricted Christians and this I find disgusting. I sang Away in the Manger as a child. Because the entire neighborhood knew my family, I really cleaned up in Grandma’s neighborhood during Christmas. At age 10, I figured $14 made me rich.
Oh, it is free, as in no charge.
All for now….
I’m sorry you carry hate and division in your heart. I send a wish for you to find all the love you deserve.