More on Israel providing humanitarian aid

This is a Jewish value, assisting people in need.

Israel is there, has been historically, for neighbors. All of them.

To be accused of withholding humanitarian aid in Gaza is Palestinian propaganda, make no mistake. As providers of food, water, or fuel, Israelis confound the image Palestinians have swallowed whole about them since infancy, early childhood, that Jews are devils, apes, pigs, vicious dogs. Textbooks and television depict the Jews as dangerous, violent, animals. 

The Palestinian people have always believed what Hamas tells them, drivel, pages and pages from anti-semitic playbooks. 

The reality is that Hamas has always apprehended Israeli aid to Gaza, taken billions to develop tunnels and weaponry.

For context in the video below, COGAT is an arm of the Israeli defense that works together with the United Nations and the Palestinian Authority other international organizations to deliver food, water, and fuel to Gaza and the West Bank.  

From Israel News Live 17

Debunked: Following several accusations that Israel is causing famine in Gaza, COGAT has released drone footage of the hundreds of truckloads of supplies waiting to be delivered to Gaza by the UN. A statement accompanying the footage claims that 'There is enough food here to feed  all of Gaza, if the UN ever came to pick it up.'

Famine in Gaza?: Responding to claims that Gazans are starving, the IDF's Arabic spokesman Avichay Adraee has published captured footage of Hamas forces enjoying plenty  of food in their tunnels - irrespective of the population of Gaza's suffering.

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ָAnti-Israel Propaganda

You've heard that Israel is committing atrocities, mercilessly killing Palestinians. 

It is not true.

You've heard that Israel is starving Palestinian children, denying them humanitarian aid. 

It is not true. 

You've heard that Israel is a colonial state. 

It is not true. 

You may have even heard that Israel would gladly continue the war to conquer every other country in the universe! Also not true. That is an Islamic agenda, not something Jews would bother with, conquering with no religious purpose. Israelis are happy to be in their own little country, fulfillment of a covenant with the Old Mighty three thousand five hundred years ago, give or take a few.

Israel is about the size of Illinois and will undoubtedly remain that way. 

But as one of my favorite rabbis likes to say, before we begin. . . .

Steven Sotloff

Beheaded by ISIS September 2, 2014 

It haunts me. 

They bragged about it. The Islamic State bragged about killing an innocent man in cold blood. They killed him because he was an American, make no mistake.  

Any chance you remember that poem, And then they came for me?

A soldier told me last week that two years in a tank he never killed anyone. But the other day he injured a terrorist. He didn't feel happy about it. He thought he would, but he didn't. 

Killing, maiming, bloodshed not our thing. 

It is what the enemy does. 

October 7: gang rapes, beheadings, defilement, the murder of old people and babies. Why the need for these viscerally nauseating images, so, so graphic, so intimidating, so terrifying. 

Terrifying. Terror is the magic bullet of the enemies of the Western world, the entire world of nonbelievers, people who are not Muslim who must be forced into submission. 

To terrorize, an infinitive, an objective. The Western world's enemies thrive on flaunting power, flexing sometimes imaginary muscles and strength, the power to make us afraid. 

Before moving to Israel we attended a lecture by an Israeli lobbyist who informed his listeners, most of whom hoped to move to Israel, that Hezbollah in Lebanon had a cache of  250,000 missiles with our names on it. He didn’t want to scare anyone, but thought we should know. 

Where did he get his information? Who knows! Maybe it was true. But if you were to ask: Who won the war with Hezbollah? The answer would be easy. Not Hezbollah. 

The magnitude of numbers— deliberately designed to evoke fear, to destroy our Zen, scare us. Rational people are afraid of missiles. We are afraid of violence, pain and suffering. October 7, a decisive if temporary win in this regard—the entire Jewish world? Terrified.

But wait.  Isn't Israel the state that has terrorized and starved poor Palestinians, committed war atrocities? You think to yourself, I read that, it must be true!

No, not true. They warn the Palestinians to get out when they are about to target a tunnel, an ammunition supply, a terrorist.

What is true is that Israel has lost the PR war. The other side has slaughtered us fabulously, this time by the media, the press. 

Last night I sat in on a cousins class. We meet every Sunday night on Zoom, have for about five years, starting with Covid, nursing that need humans have to connect with one another. Such a very special thing, family and friends, the friends now family. 

Someone in class mentioned that we (the Jews) are becoming like them (Hamas), vigilantes, not soldiers, destroying property indiscriminately in the West Bank. He put it out there as a question, something we need to look at, examine critically. 

A rabbi in the class who doubles as a dignitary, a man who shakes hands with the presidents of real countries, prime ministers, who has had an audience with the Pope, maybe two, asks him: Where did you hear that?

Everywhere! There are reports about this everywhere. 

Said dignitary goes on to say that if anything the Israel Defense Force works desperately, daily, hourly, to ensure that October 7 does not recur, this time at the hands of the enemy across the green line, the residents of the West Bank. 

That's real close to where I live. 

The thought of Arab terrorists tunneling under my city gives me pause. A solid pause. Does it cause panic? Brushing thoughts like these aside (like flies) is a professional specialty. So no. 

Should it cause you panic? No! This is what they want. They want us to be afraid. Never, never be afraid (cautious, yes. prepared, yes). This is a lesson Israelis learned from this war that our friends and relatives overseas have not. 

The Buddha is on point: 

Just as a rock is unmoved by wind, so too the wise remain unmoved by fear.

We are rocks, friends. It is possible to be a rock. And here in therapy we used to eschew stoicism. We still do, but there is a time and a place, ways to express emotion, all good. But be a rock when it counts, when it takes over.

But back to our original dilemma. Will the tide ever turn? Will Israel ever see an end to the seeming ubiquitous anti-Israel, anti-Jewish, anti-Semitic propaganda that has hounded us for millennium? Is it even possible for Israel, for the Jews, to win the propaganda war?

It feels a little late in the game to me. But who knows? We like to say: Sure. We will . . . when mashiach comes.  Mashiach the messiah (mah-shi-ach). When (s)he comes (thought to be a male, but who knows?) that's when they'll stop hating us. The bringer of world peace, the ultimate ChapGPT education, the messiah will teach humanity how to let go, let God, how to put down the swords, disable the bombs. How to establish gun control in the United States.

As a rule some of us say when mashiach comes if we think something extremely unlikely. 'I'll win the lottery when mashiach comes.'  As in, never. 

Although there seems to be no light at the end of the proverbial tunnel of bad publicity, and considering the continuous verbosity and threats of our enemies, this doc wonders: if not now, when?

Mashiach should come now. We always say במהרה בימינו: Mashiach should come quickly, in our lifetime. We say this often. We put it in greeting cards at the end of all the other blessings, a happy life, health, success, children, and Mashiach should come, quickly in our lifetime. We put it at the end of a speech, no matter what the speech is about, whether we believe it or not. We say it as a prayer. 

It always felt unlikely, the very concept of a messiah, very hard to believe, a world leader, everyone's teacher. But millions of us pray for what feels impossible and sometimes our prayers come true. Then there's that Garth Brooks line, Thank God for unanswered prayers.

Wow. And all I wanted to do today was repost an item from this morning's Israel Live News 17,  an online news source about the war,  peppered with advertisements to buy apartments in Jerusalem that nobody reads. 

Let's take a look at the story.  

 HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED

Following claims that scores of Gazans had been killed by IDF soldiers firing at humanitarian 

  aid convoys this morning, the IDF has published footage of the incident from the soldiers at the scene

  

Despite the hundreds of Gazans rushing towards their position to reach the supply trucks, multiple soldiers can be heard shouting 'Nobody shoot!', and no gunfire can be heard throughout the recording 

IDF Arabic spokesman Avichay Adraee added Arabic subtitles to the video and tweeted 'There is neither famine  nor deliberate killing of civilians, only more Hamas ׳.propaganda 

*𝗜𝗦𝗥𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗦*

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The Hostages

I ask Chat:

What are the different Hebrew words for hostages?

Hostages, some still in Gaza,  חֲטוּפִים 

 

 חֲטוּפִים, שְׁבוּיִים, חבל 

It isn’t that I don’t know the word. Living here and not knowing the Hebrew word for hostage would mean I live under a rock. But my spelling is atrocious, so I ask to make sure it is correct. For you. 

Correct spelling in Hebrew makes a world difference.

A nanosecond reply:

Transliteration: chatufim

Meaning: Kidnapped people, abductees 

•  or שְׁבוּיִים

·       חָטוּף (chatuf) – male singular

·       חֲטוּפָה (chatufah) – female singular

·       חֲטוּפִים (chatufim) – plural (mixed or all male)

·       חֲטוּפוֹת (chatufot) – plural (feminine)

 Often used for civilians taken by force, e.g., on October 7 

I stopped saying thank you to Chat when my daughter AI-shamed me for thanking a computer. 

On a roll, I ask for the names of the חֲטוּפוֹת (females) and חֲטוּפִים (males) in Gaza. 

The robot directs me to the Chabad website for a more complete list. Chabad is an international organization dedicated to serving the Jewish people and bringing those who have lost their way or who never had a map—back to Judaism.

It is 6 am. Why ask now? So that I can pray with more intention (I am sharing here). It is one thing to have the hostages in mind. It is quite another to name them. 

Names, as my good friend Raya told me years ago, are important.

I read that there are 54 hostages still captive in Gaza. 

Fifty-four people, some young, some old, still captives, stolen from families and country, some mutilated, some raped, all starved, either dead or languishing in tunnels, alone. It is almost 2 years since their abduction on October 7, 2023. 

Of the 54 about 24 may be alive, 30 are confirmed dead.* 

How does that happen? How are deaths confirmed and by whom? Why do the dead matter so much, anyway? They are gone, no? Shouldn't we concentrate on the living? 

I ask why do the dead even matter, a rhetorical question, with more than a twinge of guilt. I know they matter. I am part of a big club. Members of the club have all lost someone, seemingly for eternity because that person went missing, never to be found again, likely murdered, kidnapped, or drowned. A human who left and never came back. 

We got our body back. It was not pretty.  

When he went missing 52 years ago I felt, albeit with the naiveté of a teenager, a glimmer of hope that he would come back alive, that he could come back, not as a גוף a body, the container of the soul, but as a living, breathing human being. 

It is denial to say (and I like denial very much) that it is the ones who are alive, the living that we  really do need, that we need to bargain for, need to get back at any price, the living more than the dead. 

But in Chicago, standing in front of a bronze plaque with our brother's name on it, the son of our two parents with bronze plaques next to his, I pause and give honor, shake my head. There is no feeling quite like this. It shatters denial with only a thud.   

But still, even though I know the answer, almost to test Chat GPT I type in: 

Why is burying deceased hostages in Israel so important ?

Introduction: 

Burial is deeply important, says Chat (not making a pun intentionally with the word deeply) not only emotionally and nationally, but also religiously and culturally.

There are five reasons that burial is important:   

1. Jewish people have a religious obligation. They are commanded to bury the dead promptly, decorously, an act of kindness that cannot be reciprocated. 

Deuteronomy 21:23: “You shall surely bury him the same day.”   

Before we die, when we are very much alive to hear the Old Mighty's commandments, we hear a commandment to be holy, this in our lifetime.קְדוֹשִׁים תִּהְיוּ (Leviticus 19:2).

 A commandment to bury on the same day is an affirmation of the body's sanctity even after death. It should not become as bodies do after our hearts stop beating.  

2.  Seeing to the return of the deceased to Israel is a moral and national duty.  

It provides closure and honor to the victims of terror, the captives. 

3. Burial in Israel restores identity. 

No longer a statistic, the life has a name and all of the honor that name affords. The body's proper caregivers are family and friends. 

4. Burial in the land of Israel returns the deceased to the ancestral homeland of every Jew. There is spiritual merit in this. 

It is why the Jewish dead are flown to Israel via El Al Airlines for burial. No matter where in the diaspora a person dies, that person symbolizes a link in an ever-growing chain of national and historical continuity. From ancient prophets to modern heroes, a Jewish person, dead or alive, is one of the people of Israel. 

5. Returning a body delivers a blow to terrorism. 

It is one swift kick in the uh, psyche, especially today, to sociopaths who resort to this tactic, using the dead as bargaining chips, such unconscionable objectification. Bringing them home is resistance, active protestation to foul play. 

There we have it, five neat categories. And Chat didn't even mention that feeling I had at the bronze plaque.

So add the sixth and we have an explanation, cogent reasons why we need them all. Every last one of them. 

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*From Times of Israel reporting (24 hostages alive: 22 Israeli, 1 Thai, 1 Nepali):

Over a week aga a cry rang out with the news of the death of a young soldier, Yisrael Natan Rosenfeld. The nation, memorializes him, classes are dedicated to this beautiful young man. The shiva in a small tent, standing room only, 500 others. People in Israel travel all over the country to pay respects to people they do not know. This is what it means to give honor. More assassinations followed last week. 

Yisrael Natan Rosenfeld

 

 

  

The Kindness of Strangers

 War! What do we even do it for? Absolutely nothing—say it again.

That's Edwin Starr singing the original song WAR. He's railing against the war in Vietnam back in 1969. 

I wore a black arm band. 

Because genocide is a problem

The war in Gaza, the war with Iran, the war with Hezbollah in Lebanon—these are defensive wars despite what the media says about Israel's so called colonial, genocidal intentions.* 

Waiting around for a miracle isn't our style, people. 

There are reasons for wars, none less convincing than wishing to avoid genocide. Simchat Torah, October 7, 2023 Hamas warriors invade the homes of sleeping Israeli citizens from across the Gazan border. They murder innocents in their beds and over 2,000 celebrants at a nearby music festival. 

Our enemies relish attacking us on holidays. It is a thing. 

No small band of marauders, either. This is a rampage of cold-blooded murders, rape, sliced genitalia, body parts, decapitations, the crushed skulls of infants, all in a very short time. The young and the old are captive, still held hostage, starving, traumatized. The words BRING THEM HOME are on the mouths of the lips of every Israeli every single day, many times a day.

Yesterday I started to write about the hostages, the חטופים (cha-too-im) and couldn't. We had an event we needed to get to in Jerusalem and the trip included a trip to Bet Shemesh to pay respects to a friend who lost his wife. We had to get going.

Then something happened on the road, a testimony to the kindness of the people of Israel and I changed course.  

New words 

For some of you, new words: 

A new Israeli citizen is an oleh chadash (male) or an olah chadasha (female). 

FD and me as a couple? O-lim chad-shim. עולים חדשים

2 stories.

1. An upper-middle-aged couple in a mall for the first time, new Israeli citizens. 

Maybe you've been there, stressed in a new or foreign country. You don't speak the language, not intelligibly, and you have a problem. Maybe it's a lost wallet or phone, a missing child or mother-in-law (joke!). You don't know what to do and ask a random stranger who shrugs because of the language barrier. 

That doesn't happen here. That doesn't happen in Israel. They don't shrug. They take a minute to try to understand, to help. Especially if you say you are a new immigrant, olah chadasha. Magic words.

The two of us are lost in an unfamiliar shopping mall, very green, exhausted having circled the mall several times in search of the right parking lot. Apparently there are several. We are hot, thirsty, and loaded down with packages. A new toaster. A coffee pot. New cut glasses (very nice). 

We ask people and they inevitably point us to the wrong lot. We can't find an information office. 

I break down in an elevator, so tired, almost in tears. I say aloud: Is there anyone here who speaks English who can help us find our car? There is and she does. She accompanies us to our vehicle.  Hugs and kisses.

Easy enough, but rental cars, driving on the hills of Israel, needing service for said car, this raises the ante. 

2. FD wants to take the scenic route from Bet Shemesh to Jerusalem. I'm driving the S-curves on the hills, a good sport but not enjoying myself. I do not like the car, a Picanto. A few years ago we had rented a Picanto with a bad transmission and on our way up north for a double Bat Mitzvah the car stalled near an Arab village about an hour before Shabbat. This, the second stall. It felt fatal, terrified my grandson in the backseat on the lookout for terrorists, but eventually the car started up and we made it to our destination, thanked the Old Mighty with feeling. We took a bus home from my nephew's little Israeli village and I still have a touch of PTSD when I think about that day.

And here we are again. In a Picanto and it stalls, again on a hill. The motor cuts out completely and it is not starting up. My heart is racing, cars are honking. FD lifts the emergency brake, I hit the flashers.  His 100-year old mother in the back seat remains where she is cool as a cucumber.  

He jumps out of the car, takes my place at the wheel, tries again. Nothing. He tells me to order a taxi, take it to a gas station, we aren't far from Jerusalem. Bring back a can of gasoline.  

But a car pulls over on the shoulder, a beautiful car. There is a beautiful person inside we will soon find this out. All I can think is that this is good.  Why would someone pull over if not to help?

I get out and rush over. He has lowered his beautiful windows. In Hebrew I say we are olim chadashim. We are new immigrants. And we are out of gas! 

FD figured that part out. 

Let me help you. 

I'm thinking FD should take over for me. Israeli men like to speak with men, not women. It is still a thing. I wave him over from his perch directing traffic and step back. 

They talk for a minute, I'm told to hop in. This fellow will take me to a gas station. We will bring back the petrol.

An angel, this guy. 

I tell Amnon (this is his name) multiple, multiple times, that he is a malach (mah-lach), an angel. He keeps waving this off. Any Israeli would do the same thing. 

No, only one Israeli did this. 

We argue over who pays for gas and Amnon ends up paying for it. He tells me that I am taking away his mitzvah if I pay,  taking away his good deed. And, he has an app, whatever that means. The gas is cheap. 

There is nothing I can do. 

On the rides to and from the gas station he asks many questions. Why now! Why would we come to Israel during a war? Israelis are leaving, he tells me. I explain that my daughter and her family took the first flight they could get, this a few months before the war, to fulfill their dream of becoming Israeli citizens. We followed the following year, as did one of her brothers, our son and his family, all of us unafraid of the war. All of us fulfilling our dreams. And now a second son is coming this summer with his wife and kids, 4 school age children. His wife visited Nova on a mission to Israel following the October 7 massacre and came back to say: We are moving to Israel.

Amnon is blown away. You come, replenish, refresh our nation. 

I tell him that the summer we arrived another 600 Jews from all over the world made Aliyah, too. 

He did not know this. Unbelievable, you have no idea, you give us so much hope, you cannot imagine. Jewish people are still coming here. Really?

Really.

Welcome. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much.

He's thanking me!

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*Jews are forever complaining that Israel is butchered in the media, the reputation of my country has suffered, has always suffered, a complete public relations fiasco. The poor victims, the Palestinians, the world has their backs. This after Hamas takes their humanitarian aid, has stolen it for years to buy weapons. This after Hamas gets them into the war with a lion. Write, people. Talk. Reverse the PR. Many drops in a bucket fill up a bucket and it doesn't have to take long, either. 

What a Ceasefire Really Means

What does a ceasefire mean to the average Israeli? 

For some it means not getting caught in the shower when missiles are headed their way. 

For me it means I meet a neighbor on the street, a kid that I had sheltered with regularly for 12 days, and we take a moment to talk for the first time, exchange words of hope, some of them in French! 

We both hope the ceasefire lasts forever. 

You know, right, that there's an 8-hour time difference between Chicago and Tel Aviv. Israel 8 hours ahead. But it does not get in the way of love, talking to the people we love with FaceTime or WhatsApp. It all works. Not as great as being physically together, but the next best thing.

My brother and sister-in-law (sister, really) talk and I feel their anxiety, the anxiety of the entire extended family back home.*

Sometimes they call and I'm working because of that time zone thing. I write:

With a patient, will call later.

When I call back I'm under the false assumption that we will be celebrating the ceasefire between Israel and Iran. But no, the reports in the US have successfully polluted my family's interpretation of events. There is pervasive worry that the American bombs did not 'do the job.' The explosion did not take out the uranium, is what I am hearing, appalled. Iranians can still develop their bombs, and worse, they may even have a few nuclear weapons stashed away somewhere in them thar' hills. 

Maxar photo, B2-bombers, 6 holes on the nuclear reactor site

Being a doctor, I am quick to respond. The problem is that you caught a virus, I say.

Iranian propaganda is virulent. What do you guess Ayatollah Ali Khamenei is telling his people? Is he going to tell them that the Americans obliterated their nuclear program? Is he going to say that Iran has effectively lost the war? 

Uh, no. That is not how dictators communicate. Honesty is not their strongpoint. What Khamenei tells his people goes something more like this:

We won! We brought the Israelis to their knees! They begged for a ceasefire. 

LOL. 

Adorable. 

This, as Israeli planes fly overhead in Iran, booming jets piercing their atmosphere. The IAF, the Israel Air Force, still proudly owns Iranian airspace ya' see. Although I hear they left with the ceasefire. So there's that. Victory for Iran, right?

IAF over Iran

The truth is that the mishigas (mish-ih-gahs, craziness, nonsense, Yiddish but also Hebrew) about how American bombs failed their mission is poppycock (come on, people, the USAF unleashed 30 tons of warheads made out of steel, aluminum, radar absorbent metal, tritonal, all kinds of alloys to make things go boom at  that nuclear site). The protest, the lie, is to save face, it is political. Tell the Iranian people that they won. that there is no substantial damage, no set back. Even if they don't believe it, the Americans surely will. 

I tell my family that it is all good, too, because Iran will not want to break the ceasefire, the lie in place. Breaking the ceasefire would mean that they did not win, that they have to keep fighting. But they won, so everyone in the Middle East can shower in peace now.  

They want you to be afraid, I tell D and T. 

In Israel the cultural spirit is courage, not fear. We respect fear but look it in the eye. This is a Zen idea,  too, honor your fear but be ready to pull out your light saber. 

Israelis have done and continue to do what our forefather Jacob (Yacov) did over 3000 years ago. 

Yacov is about to meet up with his brother Esau (Genesis 32:21). Esau a powerful, violent guy most likely intent upon revenge, wanting to kill his younger brother for having grabbed the birthright, finding the nearest camel, and hitting the sand dunes. 

Yacov is afforded lots of time to come up with a three-pronged plan for when he meets up with his brother again. When faced with annihilation, a powerful enemy:

(1) don't forget to placate him with gifts, first,  to soften him up. Everyone likes presents.

(2) but prepare for war

(3) and pray  

We pray, as should everyone, that the war is over, that no more lives are lost (7 Israeli soldiers, only yesterday in Gaza). So no, we are not celebrating, we mourn and we pray for the return of those still in captivity in Gaza, the hostages.

Our dear hostages, you are not forgotten, 22 Israeli, 1 Thai, 1 Nepali

7 gone in Gaza yesterday 

* home for a Jew is Israel, that is our tradition. But we all have second homes, right? Jews are all rich, aren't they? 

Namaste,

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The Ceasefire

Where Iranian missiles are headed, not where they land necessarily

 I didn't even know about a ceasefire agreement when I woke up to an alarm, an ah-zah-kah, not an alarm that tells me to get up and seize the day. This one tells me a missile from Iran is on its way. At least one. Maybe a hundred.. 

 I slip on my terrycloth robe and crocs, knock on my mother-in-law's door, wave to FD who is staring into his phone, then head downstairs to the miklat. 

'The ceasefire doesn't start until 7, they are all saying.  

Oh! There is a ceasefire.

The Iranians are getting in their last licks. 

That makes sense. But then there are four more of these alarms, maybe more this morning, who can remember? It is a crazy morning. We have to wonder if we should simply set up shop down there until things cool off. What's the sense of running up and down the stairs? It is good exercise, yes, my muscles have never been stronger, thanks to this leader they have in Iran, whatever his name is. 

Between the sirens I go outside to get a little fresh air. A few of my neighbors are there, some vaping. One says to me, It will be okay. My neighbors see this new American with her pigeon Hebrew and assume that she must be afraid. There is some truth to this. I tell her: 

I heard that three people died this morning. 

I know, she says, patting my arm. We all grieve every time. It never gets better.

It's been an hour and forty minutes, however, so maybe this one will stick. Maybe there really is a ceasefire. Maybe the Iranians, when they shot off missiles at 7:05 for the last time today did not read their clocks correctly. Maybe this is really over.

Please the Old Mighty.

Hugs and kisses, 

therapydoc

Shelter Fatigue

The Rolling Stones song, Gimme Shelter, says it all, ironically

We just got out of the miklat, that bomb shelter I've been writing about, and our friend Josh mentioned he's tired of this. 

I said, You have shelter fatigue. It's a new term I'm using on my blog. 

Josh goes, Remember that The Rolling Stones song, Gimme Shelter from way back when?

I do. 

Shelter fatigue in and of itself is not new. But it is relatively new in Israel where our wars, and we have had many, tend to be over relatively quickly. Israel has been under attack before. This one is going on a little long.

In our day, Josh goes on, there were no big screens, no pyrotechnics.

Did you see Tommy? I ask. It feels like there might have been pyrotechnics but who can remember? 

On that terrible pun let us give honor to Mick Jagger. Because according to Josh and his wife who are here with us under shelter to tell the story, Mick performed in 100 degree heat in Israel without complaint. 

So. Maybe we are a bit tired of our miklatim, our mamadam, our shelters, maybe we even have shelter fatigue.  But there isn't an Israeli in the country who isn't glad to have one nearby. 

Because war, children, is just a shot away, as Congress told Donald Trump before he took it upon himself to do something about the one nobody wants to name.

To an end to all of them,

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