What do an established clothing store in Gaza and a new shawarma eatery in Jordan have in common?
Don’t think too hard. Just click here for the answer, provided in my Ami column last week.
What do an established clothing store in Gaza and a new shawarma eatery in Jordan have in common?
Don’t think too hard. Just click here for the answer, provided in my Ami column last week.
Long ago, I wrote an essay “The Beauty of Anti-Semitism.”
If you’re intrigued by what I meant by that provocative phrase (and it’s something most timely today), please click here.
If you live in the continental United States, you are standing on Turtle Island. And you are an occupier.
Thus Spake Students for Justice in Palestine. To read about the group and some responsible colleges’ treatment of it, click here.
Have you heard of the Ruba Award? Probably not. It’s a recent prize that I recently announced, and it’s available only to a (blessedly) small subset of humanity.
But you can read about it here.
Groucho Marx’s challenge—“Who ya gonna believe, me or your own eyes?”—needs updating in light of some Gaza-war propaganda.
To read about it, please click here.
“A disfigured woman whose case has become well known is among the Palestinians released” was the headline of a New York Times story about criminals in Israeli jails being traded for hostages held by Hamas.
Want to know more about the woman referred to in the headline, a new definition of chutzpah and something you might not know about the Hamas leader in Gaza? Well, just click here.
Have you heard about the “Camozuzah,” the “Safe and Discreet Mezuzah Case”?
To read about that sad sign of the times, please click here.
Good riddance to two New York Times employees. But hold your applause. Why? See here.
You’re forgiven for not knowing that, in addition to my Agudah work and writing for various publications, I also work as a secret undercover agent for an unnamed country. After all, it’s a secret.
Until now, that is. To read about a recent escapade of mine and what it yielded, please click here.
The United Nations wasn’t birthed until June, 1945. But a “what if” scenario has been bouncing around in my head, about an imaginary U.N. in 1939.
To read about my fantasy, and more, click here.