Stones T-Shirt (gif) (Randyjw; January 15, 2022)
Stones T-Shirt (gif) (Randyjw; January 15, 2022)
Outtakes: The Adopted Dejected (Son And) Daughter (Randyjw/Rachelgv; January 11, 2022)
He explores me to the core of my soul
allowing the veins of rock iron ore
to tumble and gleam like polished stone
Stones Fans Rejoice (Randyjw; January 11, 2022)
Royal Mail is honoring The Rolling Stones with a 39-item postage and collectibles selection for sixty years of treasurable music from the world’s greatest band. You can pre-order by January 20th, and do visit royalmail (.com).*
*Page has since moved from this first web post.
On Being The Butt Of A Joke (Randyjw; January 8, 2022)
At one end,
they might say that
flattery will get you everywhere
and, as for the other,
you might say that
flatulence will get you nowhere
(Randyjw; January 8, 2022)
Am I really mixed up, or were you here?
the cut, style, and color of your hair
Oh, I had another dream
this one, at least, better than the first
Full of symbolism, but not the worst
Oh, G-d! I’m still running around this world
as the same jerk I never realized I was
though I really was once a good kid
Now, I’m just some kind of
confused old lady
my fickle heart torn
reflecting on old loves and new
Starting way back, from the time I was young
Embarrassed as hell, having had more than one
and that I can’t even fully remember
everything that always transpired
between the two
And how I ran roughshod around
people growing up
just trying to be popular and cool
and, you know, I kind of really don’t get the movie
I only saw it recently
and, like Ben, I went around thinking
I was supposed to try to move on
and up and forward and out
but, like Matt, kind of felt like the
whole point was the small-town way of a “townie”
community, friends and family
and I didn’t do it and it’s wrecked my life
That movie sneaks up on you
like years, and life
I wasn’t thinking it was all it was cracked up to be
until the end; when it hit me
(like years, and life)
and then I sat in the library
my body wracked with sobbing tears
I had to silently (as best I could) cry
(like I used to do so often as a kid)
I don’t know; maybe it’s strange,
but that’s why I get the whole “martyrdom” thing
I’m sorry to you
and to several of my friends
who’ve gone along by the wayside
To my family — heartache, love, and sorrow
Maybe sometimes we should just let
communities grow organically
and not impose ways they don’t know
Maybe just let them be
On the other hand, it’s so confusing…
if knowledge is supposed to mean
freedom or power
blissful ignorance or craziness
can sometimes be a relief
So, I’m kind of stuck in a hellish limbo
Wanting to break out, but not knowing how
because I have no end goal in sight
and I seem to be so way behind my time.
Temporary amnesia is frightening enough
but half a life stuck on auto
is frankly a life wasted away, too much
Can you ever have compassion on me
I think you do, but myself, not so
Wishing I’d learned this from the very beginning
instead of quite late at the other end
(aw, figures… in writing the
last line, the ink ran out from my favorite pen)
(Randyjw; October 2021)
Requited love that just isn’t the same
when we were young
and never learned there was a game
(Randyjw; October 2021)
So long I’ve waited to hear those words from you
while you grew to love me, but never knew
That all the time I’ve loved you
seemed for naught
as we grew old
our minds and bodies wasted
the togetherness — set apart
Thanksgiving Pumpkin Pie (Randyjw; January 8, 2022)
the flip side to being Cinderella
is feeling like a princess in your eyes
A rose, from off the cake,
which I had, and ate that, too
And under the pine I sat
after walking a way
in my dilapidated shoes
and a ring to remind me
like a coach to whisk me home
Yes, my heart and the moon twice full
Another Fantastic Article (Randyjw; January 7 2022)
Shaker, Romany. “As Islamic State Strikes In Uganda, Christians Remain Key Target In Group’s Expansionist African Campaign.” http://www.memri.org; December 31, 2021:
Fantastic Article (Randyjw; January 7, 2022)
Kemp, Richard. “Exposing the Lie of Israel Apartheid.” http://www.gatestoneinstitute.org; January 7, 2022:
Twelve (Randyjw; January 1, 2022)
Twelve years, is what it takes*
(*I didn’t tell you)
Multiply by number of traumas**
(**That’s just me;
but, for others, it’s different)
And from some…
you never recover***
(***losing battles, but secretly smiling)
Instrumental (Randyjw; December , 2021)
December 21, 2021 (Randyjw; December 21, 2021)
Don’t know whether tonight
might be the last: note, night, or whatever
Got a crazy guy, may be a stalker
Second time, now, crashing my spot
Walks around with a red shopping cart
Last time, we had it out;
walked off saying he was gonna get his gun
Didn’t come back; it’s been a little while
Now, he’s shown up;
snoring loud as *+#& (a truck)
Making himself in clear sight
Setting it up for trouble right
So, in the event of my demise
(or perhaps with further ado)
I’m sorry for any wrongs I did you,
I do love you,
and, I hope not, but it could be
Also, for the holidays, which doesn’t fit in here; it’s a total non-sequitur; this little educational instrumental:
Update: He popped awake. Started talking his crazy talk. He walks around talking to himself. He falsely claimed I try to kill him, poured liquid on him, and follow him. Actually, he may be following me. I don’t know how he knows I’m Jewish, but he’s, again, issuing calls of my death, saying I’ll be dead in 24 hours (twice; then he qualified that saying that I will be dead in 24 hours by the fist of G-d). He said because I killed Christ. Said something about swine. I started to record him (it’s on my phone, but no good sharing apps to post here, and I missed the death threat stuff, anyways). I don’t think I have enough battery power for a call to police; I don’t want to rat out my spot; and this is how I’m harassed. Oh, yeah; he was topless and wearing shorts, was on cardboard. Then, I think he was completely naked. Is he going to kill me, thinking he’s G-d? Now, he’s lying down. Piece of work. Okay, I’m not now going to get in ANY Christmas spirit, and I am not going to now wish you a very merry. I’m tired of this antisemitic bull. However, I will say that many nice Christians have been coming to me; won’t leave me alone; and, because of that, it’s rather brought me kind of back to my faith, since they won’t leave me alone. Anyways, so thanks.
Update: December 24, 2021
Thank G-d he lied;
I’m still alive.
My New Fave Drummer, Nandi Bushell (Randyjw; December 18, 2021)
A long, long time ago, I had a school assignment to write a paper about my “role model.” Well, what to do, when you don’t have one. I wrote a paper on Keith Richards. The Pope has said that Keith Richards is God. Unless we douse it out, we all have that spark of G-d inside ourselves. Reading the Stones lyrics, and listening to their music, to me they’ve been the prescient prophets of the last half-century of our days.
I don’t know where I’ve been these past several decades, but mired in some mucky-muck. The Stones help bring me back to reality, though I often tend to dwell in the myriad realms of my escapist mind – ‘cuz love, and emotions, and the horrible stuff in the world just shuts me down when my mind, body, heart and soul turn to pulp; good, or bad, I can’t deal; it’s not my norm… and that’s so pathetic and sad.
Neither is shutting down someone’s dreams, just because…
because: you’re a girl
“Please, let me take drums.”
“Because it’s not feminine.”
Shut down and shot.
Didn’t even consider flying a plane.
Two out of three check boxes on the Selective Service postcard;
Both strikes ruled me out.
Flat feet, all woman… grrrrr!!!
I just made a “new” hero ( ‘cuz, no; I never really had one) —
But, girl … you break it out!
You rock my flat-footed socks right off!
Here’s Nandi Bushell:
Holy, cow! There’s so much more!
Aw, holy moly – – – you gotta be kidding me:
Poor Man’s Walker (Randyjw; November 20, 2021)
Being Cancelled (Randyjw; November 20, 2021)
Remember when I wrote some time ago about being cancelled at a library after having issues with the IT people there in that the computers were tied too closely, and I needed to bring the monitor closer in order to be able to see it? Well, back then, I didn’t know that I had an eye problem… then it was eventually discovered when a nice optometrist gave me a free pair of glasses. The library in that city then tried to, and did, oust me by saying that it was the quantity of my bags that I carried. Meanwhile, the bags were in nobody’s way; there was plenty of room to place them right beside me along the rail of the zig-zag=shaped desk structures they had. But, ban me from there they did, despite another individual with his bags spread out all over the adjoining desk (not even his own) who was blatantly sitting right before us as the “director” or whoever was giving me my marching orders.
Then, when I was discriminated against by Walmart, and could no longer buy food there and had to purchase it from a pharmacy-type store (um… that is really not “real” food), I had bought ice cream at the pharmacy/convenience store and then went to eat it on the outer perimeter of that Walmart plaza. Was told I couldn’t even do that by law enforcement. Since I used to catch the community bus at Walmart, I could no longer do so, and had to wait for the bus to come out around the back of Walmart in order for the little bus to collect me. One of the bus drivers, in explaining something to someone one day, had said that they could stop for and pick-up passengers at any place along their route, as long as it wasn’t on a main street (which it mostly is not; it mostly runs through the residential neighborhoods). However, I was twice asked to move from a legitimate little-bus location by law enforcement who don’t know the bus routes or the laws, and told to wait at a county bus stop. Because of this, I cannot use the little bus, as it makes it very far and quite difficult for me to otherwise get there, so I could not go to another library location that I used to use alot. Now, I was just told that they might be talking to me now about my bags at this library location I’ve been using for maybe a couple of years already (?). They still have segregated computers (due to COVID) , meaning that you can only use every other computer. My bags fit just fine under the desk beside me; I can even fit them under the one I sit at, if necessary… I just haven’t been, as it makes things alot easier to use the vacant desk beside me. Lately, I’ve been having problems with the USB ports on these computers; they are not charging my phone now, and, yesterday, the system was converting my phone device name to something else I didn’t recognize — nor did Windows, so it essentially locked me out. Today, I can also not charge it via the USB computer port.
I told the librarian that I do not have a storage unit to place my items. Again, I just need the stuff that’s with me — a few pants, shirts, socks, blankets, some junky food that I cry about that I can’t even run around like I used to and go to church dinners and soup kitchens, because I’m awfully harassed by others in the community. I mostly think it’s due to my faith, my political views, etc.
I’m even kindof dropping the religion-ish type of stuff (but not the fighting of antisemitism and terrorism, etc.) for now in a terrible experiement that’s going way worse for my life than even what I’ve been experiencing so far. Nevertheless, I felt it was important to try it, so that I can try to better connect with humanity, as opposed to just G-d, G-d, G-d all my life. Nothing’s really changed on the outside, or whatever, in my being/presentation/presence, etc. I’ve even read parshot that confirm this move (although I’m probably going about it all wrong). Ah, well. Whatever. I think that there are many people, including library patrons, etc., trying to go against me, and doing so more openly and brazenly, although covertly. So…how much more miserable and discriminatory against me can people be? And how much more so the consequences of their supposed self-righteousness (or whatever). And right before the holidays — just like law enforcement did to me two Decembers ago.
Get out of my way, now… You’re making me mad.
Sign Language (Randyjw; November 16, 2021)
Non-Filtered and Unofficial / Rough Draft
(Randyjw; November 7, 2021)
Making a T-shirt – Rolling Stones
Okay — Well, this is pretty much it. Trying to fix the dye kind of made some of it disappear. Bummer. I didn’t have the means/methods to properly follow the directions. Ah, well. Final has the lips with color.
This Leading Line (Randyjw; September 16, 2021)
I live with
a zillion consequences
of poor choices
and former past actions
Letting you in
where you’ve already been
Is where I can’t help myself
I’ve already been consigned
I do, so, know this well
and it’s verboten to
accompany beside me
On this personal journey
No Soul (Randyjw; September 16, 2021)
I felt like a hypocrisy
to rail at G-d
to draw, closer
but not looking
where I was going
with blinders on
To be the light
while losing a heart
closing out humanity
and living in the dark
shook my fist and yelled
Truly discovered love
live in a self-made Hell
wrote it and posted it
Thirteen minutes later
I felt a horizontal roll
taken from my heart
I felt lighthearted
Because, that’s what I was;
what I am,
and what I’ve become
Undeserving for the things I’ve done
Torn out by the One who
put it there
made it whole
I do, now,
understand that solitude
and that very feeling,
of feeling alone
Your Mom (Randyjw; September 8, 2021)
Charlie Watts (Randyjw; August 25, 2021)
Same Shirt, Different Day (Randyjw; August 21, 2021)
I tremor with the autumn leaves
accosted at turns
by cold hearts and minds
molested, then restrained,
during the light of day
I pray that it’s all just a passing phase
Senderas (Randyjw; August 13, 2021)
Camina con las ancianas
barrieron las senderas
en que pisaron tus pies
Al lado de las antiguas
en que se fallen
Thank You, England (Randyjw; July 14, 2021)
Just a note to the Church of England to thank you for your apologies regarding previous antisemitism within your country. It is nice of you to do this (it’s the right thing), and I thank you, as one Jewish person (and as we all must think), for putting this forward as the representative stance of your people (across the sea). Thank you. Shalom.
Law (Randyjw; July 14, 2021)
How can police enforce the laws,
if they’re not lawyers?
They don’t seem to listen
to reasoned argument…
Just come and take you, if they want,
despite logical excuse…
And how can lawyers make sure
the laws are being upheld,
or, more specifically, enforced,
when they see only courtrooms,
And not streets…
if they’re not even police?
Top Terrorists Being Released (Randyjw; July 3, 2021)
I’m a bit late in finding this information on the internet, but, then again… perhaps the timing of Independence Day should enhance its prescience:
You may not appreciate the questions I’d like to ask of you, and you’d probably accuse me of being racist, but, nevertheless, we do live in a free society, and ask them of you is what I wish to do. They are basically rhetorical questions: no need to answer them, really. Questions I pose to myself, really and posit for the purpose of others to consider the answers, as they consider the same questions.
Why did you leave Somalia?
What was the reason for coming to the USA?
What was the reasoning for choosing the USA as a final destination?
Is Somalia an open society?
Is Somalia a democratic society?
Is there much violence in Somalia?
What are the racial distribution percentages of the population of the people in Somalia?
What was the racial distribution at the time of your having fled Somalia?
What are the percentages amongst the religious populations of the inhabitants of Somalia?
Specifically, what is the percentage of Jewish people in Somalia?
Is piracy on the high seas still a common means to “earn a living” in Somalia?
Or, has kidnapping and terrorism surpassed the boat piracy business?
Were you persecuted by Jews in Somalia?
Did Israeli people persecute you in Somalia?
Just thought I’d ask……
Came up with a few more since posting…
What is the population percentage of Latinx people of Somalia?
What is the population percentage of Asian people of Somalia?
Arabians have succeeded in conquering Africa for Islam. But, you’re not upset about that?
And, still; it was to America that you came, rather than to any other Muslim-majority African nation to which you emigrated. Many miles overseas… Why?
Yachad, b’Yad (Randyjw; June 6, 2021)
Enough of my “own-ness,” for right now, on this paper
I speak out for others in “righteous” anger
You say you care for others, but only your self-same “color”
the ventriloquist’s strings being pulled by the Arab nations
Our cherished notions grant freedom of speech
Like children, we’ve grown-up from babbling, to real
We celebrate each soul for their unique formations
and daily greet passersby, of all combinations
Allied in pain with the African people
who’ve known the yokes of the mosques
and the foreign church steeples
fight against brothers divided by tribes
the lands from the sun turn to sand, or go dry
Oh, where is the outrage over Mauritania?
who trade slaves, to this day, but world silence remains…
Joining with your oppressors
will not bring you strength;
they’ve been leading you
unwittingly to the lion’s den
They’re killing the Christians,
and really against “others” —
Please, don’t you believe them
Who was beside you in the Civil Rights?
We’ve joined you and fought, so that all have “real” rights
And where were the others, during all this time?
They weren’t there; they’re just giving you more of their lies
In “private” conversations amongst themselves
Like the Ku Klux Klan, they repeat the same filth
I’m alarmed by this supposed “democracy”
now exhibiting this raging hypocrisy
Are your eyes closed or open —
Or, haven’t you really noticed?
that the “woke” hate the Jews;
it’s their only main focus
Wake up! Are you sleeping?
Or just going through the motions?
Under the Democrat’s administrations
we’ve had the worst race relations
Their bigotry sees you through the lens
of low expectations
But the reality I see
doesn’t meet their exhortations
And, back at my end,
the thieves steal my own story
They claim my heritage as theirs
as they’ve stalked us throughout history
They’ve stolen religion from books
which precedes their own time
claiming ours is now theirs,
with the facts turned around
They project their hideous methods and means
onto us; What is said is, instead
their own actions and deeds
They’ve expanded from Arabia
to slay Africa by the sword
they’ve attacked Europe, joined Hitler,
and lost so many wars
Expropriated works by others
never developing their resources
like oil, and books that were
written by others
We’ve helped them and tried to show them
than by murder or trying to
gain world domination
They call it “taqqiya;” a form of double-speak
Such lies as advance their cause
by Holy enshrinement
By their very own language and
by their holy book
the truth of Israel “being for the Jews”
is quite freely admitted
Even today, when they rage,
to “Kill the Jews”
the phrase “Khayber all YAHUD”
in Arabic points to Our Truth
Tribes Benjamin and Yehuda
of all of Israel
point to our heritage, religion,
our culture and land
for that area which they want and rename
the West Bank
We have lived here, in Israel,
despite claims of our total exile
By being quiet and not refuting
wholesale lies of our dispersions
and our land being granted
to terminal losers
I know we’re supposed to “play nice”
with our murderous neighbors
but G-d warned us of Amalek
and disobedience shows we haven’t learned
Which is the worse transgression?
Let’s try and do our best
And know when our enemies are our enemies
and our alleged friends are really true friends
Don’t come after me, execute, or excommunicate me
I’m speaking my mind, standing my ground,
and you can check:
I’m doing so Biblically
For some of us, in Exile, have never forgotten,
and have always wanted
to be back in Israel
and have done so, throughout the ages
Possibly by adapting to new countries
via customs or “assimilation”
For without much historical education,
or through insidious modes of revision,
The wording of being in so-called exile for “two-thousand years”
can’t account for Bar Kochba, Yavne, Rehovot,
two versions of Talmud:
Bavli and Yerushalmi
The external sources all point to
our being there
How else could they all have attacked us,
if we weren’t really there?
Who cares how we’re called!?
We are one, under G-d,
Update (June 30, 2021); see also:
Update (August 23, 2021); see also:
Memorial Day (Randyjw; May 31, 2021)
No Poetry And Few Words (Randyjw; May 18, 2021)
You’d think with all my general rantings and ravings that I’d have plenty to write about in these times; but, no… too much bullying in personal space and cyberspace has really hurt me emotionally. My poor living situation leaves me physically struggling, which heightens the effects of stress, poor nutrition, rest, etc., plus grief in the loss of death, connections to others, personal and general war against my people on a continual and escalated basis. I’m still fighting racism and antisemitism, though… That’s what I do.
Anyways, I’m listening, now… reading… your words, still… And, yes; they have an impact. Music, and uplifting videos (at least for my purpose) are my present coping and enjoyment mechanism. Especially humorous ones.
I discovered this cool music/animation video recently (check out the themes!) – it’s my way, right now, and at least that I can handle, of reaching out to you.
Habibti Ensemble / Edom:
Just Music (Randyjw; May 8, 2021)
A really pretty song; Maybe I should take it to heart. Perhaps I will, when my heart and soul begin to fly, again.
No words just yet; only music.
English translation available in the last song just saved to my YouTube channel.
Words Elude Me (Randyjw; April 20, 2021)
Passover 2021 (Diaspora Dates U.S.: March 27 – April 4, 2021) (Randyjw; March 26, 2021)
From the Haggadah, the Four Questions…
Music by Cecilia Margules
Gad Elbaz / Mah Nishtanah:
A tough-talking, jaw-dropping video:
For those of us still dragging their feet, or unable to get away…
Bashanah Habaah Birushalayim:
Meal ideas for last-minute procrastinators:
30 Passover recipes curated and taste-tested by Taste of Home’s staff:
And, from The Nosher:
(https://www.myjewishlearning.com/the-nosher/passover-marshmallow-brownie-recipe/) of course it’s chocolate!
Unleashed (Randyjw; March 24)
I’m unleashing my shackled mind;
my shackled mindsets.
I’m about the experiential definition now.
I Don’t Know (Randyjw; March 23, 2021)
How to read these signs and wonders;
with love, certainly,
despite the traumas and the dramas
of this worldly life surrounding me
These petty, persistent attacks
on my person, and my people, and my family
the crabbing of my being
engulfed in the utter maelstrom
of this humming, drumming malevolency
I cannot write anything well-pleasing
yet I appreciate your loyalty
through my rotten inability to sublimate
the greedy tendency I have
to consume so much nectar you’ve
poured out at my feet
I cannot seem to sip lightly;
I lap the spoils and spills
like my totem coyote
that literally appeared in these weeks
to protect me (???)
And in the night sky,
Orion’s belt (the bowslinger)
seems to lead me to Canis Major
(but all I can see is the triangle,
with the bright star, Sirius,
at its head,
while these skies and my mind
So, while the white and brown
coyote brushes past my right shoulder
at three feet and circles around —
have you shape-shifted in new guise
to give comfort to the overly needy?
We seem to reach
an implicit understanding
Even while I cannot properly
convey my meanings
Writing bad verse with nothing
even slightly to redeem me
and gaze knowingly
or longingly at one another
from my perch on my bags
toward the intersection down the street,
and the coyote trails the unwanted,
unasked for strange man in the night
who was needlessly interrupting
my dearest, private alone time
with which I can concentrate
upon you within my deepest reveries
The poor coyote!
I sense his or her need, also
to be fed,
but, yet the people harass
this hungry animal, too
Alone in this world,
upon this earth
Will such atrocity never end?
(No – just keep drinking the Kool Aid.)
And, always ill-timing,
I can never seem to capture
this magnificent creature
who roams the night
with my camera
Antisemitism At The Grammy’s (Randyjw; March 20, 2021)
Here is an article, which I didn’t write, but for which I am glad that someone else did, about intersectional antisemitism, from Tamika Mallory at the Grammy Awards (which I didn’t watch) this year (I’m sorry if I need to rescind any previous “likes” or approvals on this issue, due to not having known this had occurred, etc.):
Israel vs. UN (from UN Watch) (Randyjw; March 18, 2021)
Sorry; I messed up the original post in my panic to get this info out.
The UN Watch has created a database, for doing research and fact-checking information coming from the U.N. (with its anti-Israel U.N. biases apparent, throughout).
This was revealed LIVE at 12:00 noon, Eastern Standard Time (U.S.).
Here is the copied link from the unwatch.org website:
Those Little Things (Randyjw; March 8, 2021)
Just the little things,
as I walk on my way…
“Echoes of my Mind”
heard as I shopped for the day
But who could have formed
that “O” “X” from the clouds –
on this side, seen backwards,
I wonder aloud
G-d, with a message
that must be heaven sent
and I’m thankful I saw it
a vision well-spent
Van Gogh: Multidimensional (Randyjw; March 8, 2021)
Here’s some cool news on upcoming interactive van Gogh exhibits (for all you Miamians out there, and some other information on multidimensional van Gogh exhibits happening elsewhere):
Update (June 3, 2021):
Here’s a travel deal from Travelzoo (check for other locations):
COVID-19 (Randyjw; March 6, 2021)
My Mom passed away from respiratory failure due to COVID-19 infection at an assisted living facility. I just thought I’d let you know.
I’m thinking of you all, and my prayers are with you.
Stay safe, and be well. I’ll write when I can.
Love (Eleven and Counting) (Rachelgv; March 4, 2021)
The day is fading,
but not my thoughts of you
or the love for you
I hold within my heart
Calm Water (Randyjw; February 26, 2020)
I don’t feel the miles
but just the sweet, undulating
waves of the balm
propelled by your smiles
enfolded in calm
Purim 5781 (Randyjw; February 25, 2021)
Today and tomorrow mark the holiday of Purim in the Jewish calendar. So, happy Purim to all of you, and here is a nice article, which gives me continued hope for peace (true peace) in the middle East…
(Love you, too, children of Cyrus):
And, of course, my annual favorites:
Berkowitz, Adam Eliyahu. “Did Scientists Just Confirm Biblical Account of Sodom and Gomorrah?”;israel365news.com; November 23, 2018:
Israel Quiz (Randyjw; November 21, 2020)
O, little town of:
O, Come, all ye faithful
joyful and triumphant
O, Come ye, O, Come ye to:
b) the West Bank
the angels did sing
born is the King of:
The Torah relates when David approached the table of “showbread”.
An English language transliteration from the Hebrew for “house of bread” is:
a) Bethlehem (Beit Lechem)
b) The West Bank (???????)
Holidays Of Another Tune (Randyjw; October 24, 2020)
I’m dreaming of some hot, buffalo wings
Just like the kind I used to eat
With some bleu cheese and celery
it’d sure be merry
and would be something of a treat…
Scars and Always (Randyjw; October 17, 2020)
Cry all you want…
as for me, it’s long-lasting;
too hard to move on
Dignity (Randyjw; September 28, 2020)
I cried for that man
sitting so stoic in the chair
when the cops came and said
You can’t be seated there
He turned his head around
a four-inch ‘fro dark in the air
some curls lay on the ground
the other half completely bare
So proud of the barber woman
who defiantly took her stand
she said she’d continue to do the job
let them arrest her, she’d be damned
They’d come with a mobile shower
a volunteer restored their crowns
And for at least one blessed hour
Our heads held high — we stared him down
It started out as a love poem, and then grief, anger, (and love) took over.
Real? You want real? Back to writing on paper the way I feel.
The Adopted, Dejected (Son and) Daughter (Randyjw; April 14, 2020)
He explores me to the core of my soul
my first breath, a cry, because I did not know his name
a desire to be held and to be loved for all time
and thousands of singular steps I chose to take*
To be held onto, so much, that I was formless, spineless
The peacemaker, a Cinderella
a pleasant woman of sorts
My mind, not mine, but mindless
to be good, to cause you to never let me go
A displeasing result, to follow orders not of my making
to be chastised and berated
as the consequence for these actions
To be belittled, when little, to assert my independence
withheld from affections
and confidence slow-whittled
My heart was broken many times,
at the thousands of disappointments seen in your eyes
at the casting aside of other peoples’ lives
and the callow reflection deemed grand of the statusized
I chiseled away and acted out
became a wild child
and, as a feral adult,
maintain the thin skin
of my childhood sensitivities
and cry like the unloved, unwanted thing
that never seemed how to learn
to reconcile all these things
It wasn’t to some other
as if it happened on-screen
my judgment was stunted
and became a bad dream
I was good, I was bad,
and my fairness was had
’til it left not much more
than a shell in its wake
What once calciferous deposits
took years to build upon
now come shear to clear translucence,
no less fragile, still more strong
For I treasure the love you intended
and realize your anxieties at being a parent
Never understanding when to let go, and
Being fiercely overprotective
For I know, now, how much you molded me
Being denied the history of my family
Cutting me off and denying me to the end
Did you cut off your emotions when I was ten?
I think it was before
at the elementary school doors
Wanting not to be thought uncool
being kissed by a parent
I’m sorry I hurt you
I’m sorry I repeated the scenario at college
I never learned
and how I have yearned
I have made a lifetime of making apologies to you…
but, when is it your turn?
How it has been, since that time
so way back when
that instead of your smothering,
wet, sloppy coffee kisses**
I’ve had to be always the one
to take the first initiative?
To be the one to offer a kiss
to your turned cheek, unreturned
To be the one to say I love you
with stone cold silence my reward
I’m sorry for wanting to be loved
I’m sorry for wanting to fit in
and never finding a place
It was presented as shielding me
but I was intelligent, so caught on
Maybe you should have allowed me into
the inner sanctum
Made me feel as if my thoughts
Instead of allowing me to be a
Instead of a body that’s now grown?
Telling me hardly anything about
anything going on?
Hoping I’d forget things, until I
was reminded later on–
You chose me, remember?
Well, maybe you can’t quite recall…
The joy you must have felt
after all those years
waiting for oh so long
I’ve pieced together
the subtle clues you extended
one, maybe at seven
and another, through my social security number
The gifts you gave
lay in my jewelry box
admired in my own way
rifled through and taken
in front of me, while I watched
You re-gifted them to others
showing me that I must value them so little
heedless of sentimental attachment
or any comfort of nostalgia
And a choice of a better-days Bambi
or a bedraggled tiger
to give to the kid who fell down
off his bicycle
Nothing to hold onto,
nothing to hold on
and you sit and remain there
with your voicemail turned on
No, I didn’t cause your cancer
as you so like to claim
where both you and significant other
chose to pinpoint the blame
Of saying you’d disown me
when I was a teen
because I’d wanted to learn
who my birth parents had been?
Denying you’d said that
and so many other things
like saying a former boyfriends’ two children
weren’t like having the real thing (your own)?
You didn’t believe I could be hurt
by extrapolating in the frame of an adoptee?***
Denying me knowledge that my father
Then telling me to rush over
and watching his morphine-addled
last hours (okay, a bit more, but…)
Telling me no, I couldn’t get a cot
and stay by his bedside until he was not
Looking over my shoulder to see
the devilish grin****
of the nurse plumping his pillows–
and knowing that this was the end?
I said never, ever, do that to me
and break the news not alone to me
but with a posse of relative(s)/friend(s)
(the second because it rhymes)
And you promised, but repeated the same
scenario with my brother
I suspect you hid his cancer
over a year with your continued
trips back up to Boston
And hearing the news, of my brother again, with
a cousin present
and learning of your own battle with it
and more Aunts with you, yet
Asking if I could speak with you
to receive a three-ply no
rather than a shared mother-daughter
Did you harbor a bunch of resentment
when you, one day, outed the fact
that my Aunt’s heirlooms from
the two of yours mother
my Uncle declared he won’t give back?
And I wanted to keep peace in the family
and said you shouldn’t act this way
because I still wanted a family to have
and thought it too high a price to pay
But, I guess you’ll teach your lesson
as you’ve done the same to me
Is it a cycle of abuse
or some form of reverse psychology?
You’ve always, but maybe twice, tended
to side with anyone but me
Encouraging me to lie, and listening to you,
saying it was me?
With your significant other
you made some kind of a devil’s pact
and when, at the beginning you
mentioned this “deal”
I was completely and utterly aghast
Everything you’d made with yours and dad’s
went completely to their family
leaving out my bro and me
In cryptic fashion, you mentioned
you tied up your money
I said, whatever it is, I don’t
care about me, just take care
of my sibling (brother)
Then the trips away started
with one reason or another
never knowing it might have anything
to do with my brother.
And I went to him, solo,
I couldn’t know why you’d delay by weeks
I used half of my savings,
the rest with you, upon my return
and my job you belittled, was apparently
good enough for my friend
who came to your workplace with her mother
discussing they wouldn’t hire me again
Yet they had, in the past, and had
given me a raise
and had fired many others
and where I had still remained
You said I was homeless just to spite you
but I think three years’ way too long
and know the mother I thought G-d
a human with problems all along
And so this Chillul Hashem
goes back to the secular
self-loathing Jew I tried hard to be
When I wanted so much to fit in
that I assimilated and then lost me
I still have that feminist streak
and that veneer of American society
and I apologize for denying your heritage
and trying to mold you in some ways
When you weren’t with me when I
went to my brother
over your dead body you
said you wouldn’t put me as proxy
He passed away and then I came
to help you, too
And you chose then to show me a
that showed us both as proxies to him?
And if that wasn’t enough
throughout the years with your significant
other and kin
You’d promised everything that was yours
would be left to me?
And slowly, continually, and surely
you kept giving away
everything little by little
to always everyone else?*****
And then they’d flaunt it before me
and wave it before my face
Saying Look what your mother gave me
All a pathetic and hurtful disgrace
So, your significant other renéged
on his deal
I’ve been through that before
and can sympathize with how that feels
But do you think I should trust
his daughter’s call to confirm with her my
personal information to get “back”
into your will?
… she statedly said three years or so ago,
before my life and apartment fell
When I told her I wanted to speak with you
she said, “She’s not speaking to you! Get it?”
and now, with my phone and email hacked,
my phone uncharged and likely deactivated
it took months to get a replacement
and I still can’t even use it
And you, also, now in your fourth living
place in the in the past year or so since
he passed away
the last time I visited you, you
seemed quite happy that I came
But since I call from the soup kitchen phone
and service is banned now due to the virus
I still keep getting your voicemail
and my own phone number might’ve expired
On a cool and early morn when I had
a bit more to my energy
and free buses to assist me
on my seven-hour journey (2-1/2 hours walking)
I learned his daughter now you’d given
over power of attorney
regardless of the fact of COVID (19)
that I wouldn’t get to see you
I don’t know whether she’s provoking me
or whether it’s to you of credit deserving
whose oversight of the daughter
was left off the list by design
I found out when I visited last
and they told me who it was
and I’d need to go to Court
whose time might come
after you’re gone
I asked them to call that daughter so she can put
me on the list
Her reply, to them, was I
should call her
meaning no, or some blackmail,
That daughter married three times
my cousin was also once homeless
and somehow they’re better than me
the adopted, dejected (son and) daughter
* (post script: everything became all mingled and intertwined)
** (sorry; I can’t change this; it’s central to my memories)
*** That it would leave scars upon me for all of eternity? (Added: April 17, 2020)
**** (of “Joanne, or Johanna”) (Added: September 30, 2020)
***** Their family (Added: September 27, 2020), my cousins (Added: October 17, 2020), and your friends (Added: September 27, 2020)?
How Coronavirus Is Affecting The Homeless (Randyjw; March 18 and March 19 [updated], 2020)
We hear of instances during this coVid-19 coronavirus epidemic in which those who have been in possible contamination with an infected/infectious individual are requested to self-quarantine at home for 14 days. The cases of infection have increased substantially, and many countries have placed stay-at-home measures on their populations, closed their borders, and other arising instances. Public locations are being closed, such as schools, religious institutions, and others.
But, what if you have no home to shelter in? Here, where I live (undisclosed, for privacy), and across the nation, shelters are only temporary reprieves for the homeless; they are not a permanent solution. Stays are limited in duration, and the demand for shelter is always insufficient to meet the actual needs. During the daytime, on a regular basis, the homeless can only go to public locations, such as parks and libraries, or face the likely consequences of encountering a law-enforcement officer who will then ticket or jail the individual for loitering, lodging, trespass, or other such law designed to make it practically “illegal” to be a poor homeless person. The shelters, I heard from someone who has been lately trying to get into them, have stopped their “overnights,” which is a few-day stay which requires a pre-referral (running around after a van which goes to numerous cities and standing in long lines to see if there’s a bed available, and often, there is not… You can’t just “walk-in” to a shelter whenever you please…); they are also stopping their daytime harbor (if they ever had one, in the first place). The volunteers which help out at the shelters are no longer being taken, and staff is very short-handed. Today, I went to the other city I briefly stayed at; they handed out meals (no dining in) in styrofoam containers. They did a great job, even though some people complained.
In fact, it is getting downright scary during these times. I’m actually surprised that rioting hasn’t yet broken out. The tension is becoming almost unbearable, as homeless people are now congregating closer to resources, having a semi-martial law imposed (truly) with the closure of locations where the homeless did (but officially shouldn’t) sleep, and “homeless real estate” (i.e., a “spot” to sleep in, outdoors) becoming very scarce. Often, homeless individuals will watch other homeless people — their movements, locations, etc. — so that they can come and impose themselves on another’s “turf.” I’ve already had this happen; I was once severely beaten up due to this, with my head being bashed against a brick wall four times. The martial closure also takes away a few more options for the homeless: bathrooms and like facilities, etc. They are now closing down the libraries, so you will not be hearing from me until further notice from the library [except for today, March 19]. This is another location for a bathroom for me, as well as a place to stay indoors, out of the elements, and away from the cops and sheriffs, and keep me out of trouble. No longer. Where are we to go?
Also, the extraneous people, who help to provide food for the homeless, such as religious institutions, individuals who operate non-profits, etc., have stopped their feedings. I had tried another city out and had found the resources for food better there, but I was banned from their library for my excess bags (although, not until I started bothering them to loosen their computer cords, so that I could bring the monitor close to me, in order to compensate for my degenerative myopia…) and they tore down my sleeping spot, so I moved back to where I originally was. The food resources are not very good here; but, even those extraneous ones, they have stopped. There is still one soup kitchen, but I have not normally been going there as it is an arduous effort for me to get there. The place is very small and is always closely packed, with people lining out the entryway.
Last night, I was very frightened, and felt that two men, perhaps in tandem, but not near each other, were “casing me out.” This is a very dangerous situation for a female, and one that prefers to be alone, for many reasons (not all listed). For one, I prefer it that way. Socializing is okay, to a certain extent, but at nighttime, I want to be with my thoughts and silence and recoup. Many homeless women out here prefer to have a male around for the feeling of so-called “protection” that they might “infer” upon them; but, all I hear are horrible stories and drama which ensues in these circumstances, and this is just not my cup of tea. I feel that if anyone is creeping up on me at nighttime, I want to be prepared, if at all possible, and not have to determine: is this “friend” or “foe” when I only have a few reactionary seconds, if that, if awake, to make some kind of reaction. I have been around other people, and it’s just not a good fit for me. Many other problems occured because of that, so I try to prevent it as best as possible. Last night, one guy came exceedingly close to me in a wide parking lot, which was totally unnecessary. He then moved to a median within the parking lot toward another building, but then stayed in this small median and loitered there, not heading anywhere. I thought he was going to try to steal my stuff. As I walked toward the other end of the parking lot, another guy was walking nearby. He pretended like he was going to continue on the path out of the parking lot, and I waited and watched to see if he was, but he then did not and stopped. When he noticed I was watching him, he then moved to the path, but didn’t proceed on it and out of sight. I was waiting at a bus stop near the path, but then moved forward to where I knew there would be a place which had video cameras. He then moved a few feet back towards the parking lot and the line of sight of where the other man in the median was loitering, and he made gestures which seemed to me like they were intended for that other man. I was very nervous. Then, I noticed, which I hadn’t before, and don’t know whether this person had been there or had come along in the interim, another man across the street, who did not get on the bus which eventually pulled up for him at that bus stop. I was so nervous, I told the bus driver my misgivings and what had happened and described the individuals. When I got to my spot, and I hope no-one was noticing me, I laid down, and was anxious and cried awhile, then read some of my book I’m presently reading (The Monuments Men; I’ve read it before, but prior to learning about stuff I’m kindof looking into now), and eventually was tired and shut my eyes — I really don’t sleep too much or too well out there; I never feel like I’ve actually gotten any sleep, and stay awake most of the night.
The tensions are really bad out here at ground level. Perhaps you are somewhat insulated from what’s happening “out on the street;” and I hope that you are. But, it gives me, I think, a sometimes truer indicator of how people are feeling, reacting, etc. — at least at this level. I hope the calm holds.
[Update – March 19, 2020]:
The libraries will be closing. I heard that the parks, also, will soon be closing. These are the only locations where a homeless person can be. So, what — We are now “illegal citizens” within our own country? Worse off than even “illegal immigrants?”
Also, the other day, because they had stopped extraneous feedings, I had not had dinner, nor anything to eat in the morning of the following day. I had gone to the park to try to meet up with the individual who helps distribute food to homeless people, but was told that she would not be coming until further notice. Si, I had to go elsewhere; I went to a supermarket, and there was hardly anything a homeless person could purchase left on the shelves, because everybody is panicking and stocking up on food items and leaving nothing for us to be able to purchase with food stamps. I was hoping to have some bologna; there were only a few Hebrew National salamis available (and those are usually much higher-priced than cheaper bologna — and, yes, I believe it is a Heavenly reminder sent to me, but the problem is that I am just having too much difficulty in trying to survive and am not really keeping Kosher at this time (probably reaping the consequences for this decision, as well…). In any case, I bought the salami, some Martin’s potato bread, free mustard packets, and a pack of cheese (yes, I know… the meat-dairy admix is a big non-no)… It wound up costing me almost $21.00 USD, which is about three-1/2 times my daily allotted expenses on EBT… I’ll probably be suffering further… So, now… I guess all of us homeless people will soon be accruing multiple tickets (courts are closed now, but…) or stays in overcrowded jails (never been to one; don’t really want to go), but they are making being a poor, homeless person a crime by leaving us no alternative arrangements, with shelters maxed-out, no day options, no “overnights” and basically nothing else. No-one cares. There are not even portable toilets being set up, and if you want to consider the potential fallout from that situation, I would say that the cities are not being considerate…
Purim 5780 (Randyjw; February 27, 2020)
Comedian Bob DiBuono as President Donald J. Trump, with a message for Purim:
“”Shushan Funk” – Rosenblum Shaloch-E-Manos – Purim 2015 ~ פורים תשע’ה”. Published: February 17, 2015:
“”What does Purim Say?” – (Parody: What does the fox say) Rosenblum Shaloch-E-Manos”. Published: March 4, 2014:
“”Purim Town Road” – Rosenblum Shaloch-E-Manos – Purim 2020 ~ פורים תש’פ”. Published March 2, 2020:
“Kippalive – Purim Up – כיפה לייב”. Published: March 6, 2014:
Dulce de Leche Hamantaschen:
Jewish Land (Randyjw; February 24, 2020)
Read this important history regarding the Jewish Land and presence in Israel:
Shabiy, Dr. Yechiel. “The History of the Land Is Jewish, Not Palestinian”. besacenter.org; February 23, 2020:
Beautiful Halo (Randyjw; February 23, 2020)
I’ve lost my poetry, for awhile
I don’t know when it will return;
I guess when true smiles
return to my face
In signs and thoughts
imagined of the nearness
of your soul to mine
In the meantime,
without this heaven on earth…
Yet, with nothing lost,
I have this beautiful halo you misplaced
and unerringly dropped into my heart.
Europe Recognizes Legal vs Illegal Border Entry (Randyjw; February 18, 2020)
Kern, Soren. “Spain: European Court Approves Summary Deportations of Illegal Migrants”. gatestoneinstitute.org; February 17, 2020:
2020 Geneva Summit for Human Rights and Democracy (Randyjw; February 18, 2020)
Official Anti-Semitism (Randyjw; February 12, 2020)
It’s official: The United Nations has officially and flagrantly boycotted Jews. That means anti-Semitism is now officially sanctioned, according to the U.N., in this “Advance Unedited Version Of A/HRC/43/71. It seems we are in possibly worse times than 1930’s Nazi Germany.
Read the press release and the “Blacklist/Boycott” of companies sponsored/condoned by the U.N.:
UN Watch Press Release; February 12, 2020:
Update (Added January 18, 2020):
Here’s the Jewish response, listing allegedly known companies doing business with the U.N., and an article describing it:
Tu Bshvat (Randyjw; February 7, 2020)
Hamstrung By Left (Randyjw; February 2, 2020)
I can’t believe what I’m seeing, here.
So much Spin… both by the leftists in Congress, and the Iranians, at their centrifuges (thanks to those U.S. Leftists).
Congress, dominated by Democrats, has just voted to hamstring the United States against a war involving Iran, called the No War Against Iran Act, which passed with a vote in favor: 228-175.
And, so, could you please tell me what would happen if Iran sent over their newest missiles, soon to be “tipped and equipped” [my coin — ed.] with radioactive material, to the U.S.?
What? We couldn’t make a war with them? Defend ourselves?
Do these political representatives of ours have any brains, whatsoever? Or, are they really that idiotic?
Read about this ridiculousness, here, and you’ll learn of even more further hamstringing:
Oslo Redux (Randyjw; January 31, 2020)
I haven’t even read the Trump Administration’s Peace To Prosperity plan, yet – – and, I might, eventually. But, there are already intrinsic problems I see at a glance which tell me this will never work.
For one, the Arabs have never, and will never, rescind their war to eliminate the Jews – – especially those Jews living in Israel. The conflict is about genocide of the Jewish people (again), and nothing is going to change the Arab mind about that. That concept is as intrinsic to the Koran, as is that of taqqiya, the same Arab concept which allows for deception to the enemy as a means of strategic warfare to attain the goal. In it, all need to be of one mind, and, therefore, religion; therefore: join, or be gone (eliminated).
Seeing, briefly, the outline of a map which contains Judea and Samaria (or, as those siding with the Arabs will call it: The “West Bank”) and which connects via an underground tunnel to make an accessible roadway between the areas of the so-called “West Bank” on the east side of Israel near the Jordan River, and connecting it to Gaza, located on the western border at the Mediterranean Sea, would cut Israel in half, even if the tunnel is situated below ground. All the Arabs would need to do is amass in the tunnel, blow it up, and come pouring out of it — effectively eviscerating Israel into two.
Meanwhile, the Arabs would also be given east Jerusalem for their capital, and have another means of attack against the Jews spread very thin around the outer perimeters of land that had been left for us.
This is the same basic plan as the 1947 partition plan, to which the Arabs already said no. The Arabs continually void any treaties they have signed, as mostly seen even in the supposed Jordanian and Egyptian peace treaties. Put your right hand to your heart in a solemnly sworn oath, yet steal with the left hand, and what is left but a thief. We have already seen, since all these previous supposed peace treaties with the Arabs have gone, that they continually attack us and violate their treaties. The Arabs themselves have made each proposal, such as this “newest”-old one, completely irrelevant: null and void.
A plan that doesn’t send all of the Arabs to Jordan, since Jordan was already wrested twice from the land of Israel, is not a plan that any Jew should consider. To make pretend that this newest plan, reiterating old ideas that the Arabs have rejected, time and time again, is a gift to the Jews is just ridiculous. We need to be proud of our heritage. We need to stand up for our land. All of it. We should not pretend that we were totally ENTIRELY exiled from it for two-thousand years: because the fact is that it is not entirely true. We have always been there. We need to stop pretending that an acceptance of less and less of our own land is a gift that others need to give us. The good people who know this, and then go take jobs with governments that don’t have these interests in mind, corrupt the good people to their way of thinking. This is not a favor, but a disservice. Let’s not pretend that it is. We already know that this is a non-ending war of attrition against us. We need to fight it to win it, or just forget it. That’s it.
Peace To Prosperity Full Plan Download – 181 pages: (https://www.whitehouse.gov/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/Peace-to-Prosperity-0120.pdf)
Additional Opinion (Added: February 1, 2020):
Sidman, David. “Israel has Officially Ended its Love Affair with Trump”. breakingisraelnews.com; January 28, 2020:
A Prayer For The Holy Temple (Randyjw; January 30, 2020)
This is beautiful … listen.
Yehuda Katz, Raphael Barkats, Chanan Elias, Shlomo Katz, Aron Razel, Yankele Shemesh, Chizki Soifer (recorded by Chanan Elias) – Yibaneh HaMikdash:
Dr. Jack Van Impe (Randyjw; January 21, 2020)
I just learned of the passing, Saturday, January 18, 2020 of Dr. Jack Van Impe. I’m saddened to learn of the news. He, and his wife, Rexella, had a television show called Jack Van Impe Presents. Where I could receive it, and when, I used to watch, and enjoy his presentations. The pair were well aware of the dangers of terrorism and I felt that they were good friends of the Jewish people, despite our differences. I will miss you, Dr. Van Impe, and send my condolences to Mrs. Van Impe.
I Have A Wish (and A Dream…) (Randyjw; November 4, 2019)
Randy’s Reviews: The Long Road Home: A Story of War and Family – by Martha Raddatz (Randyjw; January 18, 2020)
Raddatz, Martha. The Long Road Home: A Story of War and Family. Copyright © 2007, 2008 by Martha Raddatz. Published by BERKLEY an imprint of Penguin Random House LLC; 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014. G.P. Putnam’s Sons hardcover edition / March 2007; Berkley trade paperback edition / January 2008; Berkley trade paperback edition (TV Tie-in edition) / October 2017. 338 pages, plus photos. ISBN 9780451490797.
And He shall judge between the nations, and shall decide for many peoples; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. (Translation: https://www.mechon-mamre.org/p/pt/pt1002.htm).
I wish we were at the aforementioned point in time, as noted in the prophecies of Isaiah, as seen above.
Instead, we are far from it – – spiraling even quicker towards its counterpart of constant battles, skirmishes and full-out war between regions, countries and partnered nations vying for ultimate world power and dominion.
Though only a relatively minor percentage of a people’s nation actually participate in the fighting of a nation’s army, the entire population bears the consequences of the outcome of war, whether favorably or to their collective detriment. It matters not whether the war is enjoined on the offensive or defensive side, but to which side the favor falls. It is not an easy matter to enter the fray, especially when having war thrust upon one’s country, or in marrying powers to aid one’s friendly allies, betrothed to what each feels are the just cause, besides political, economic, religious, and other interests beholden to one’s beliefs.
Nevertheless, it comes as a surprise to learn that the honor of a “gentleman’s war” is a silly notion; when fighting for one’s life, some do so with dignity, and some scrap ’til the final breath, using any mean or method deemed necessary to survival – – the ends justifying the means.
This is what a war in the Middle East looks like. Though I’ve never seen one, up close and personal, I’ve been in the vicinity to support the noncombat efforts of one: the ongoing war of attrition faced by the Jewish people and citizens of Israel, who are surrounded by hostile forces intent on their destruction throughout the entire region of the mid-East. It’s not that the wishes of the populous twenty-two Arab nations couldn’t make the reality of Israel’s existence disappear, nor that an additional thirty Muslim states have lacked in trying to make that so… it’s just that the wars come in dribs and drabs, with great public perception in trying to stage it to appear otherwise.
Therefore, we see war by attrition: a constant picking off of the enemy through all means possible, including car-ramming attacks, stabbings, improvised explosive devices (i.e., creatively camouflaged these days in balloons. kites, books, printer ink cartridges, etc.) and other means.
It is essential that a book such as the New York Times Bestseller, The Long Road Home: A Story of War and Family, by Martha Raddatz has been written to bring the realities of war to consciousness, rather than as an abstract concept fought by far-off people in distant lands. This story, a reconstruction of the true events facing U.S. soldiers on Iraqi soil during the Iraq War (which, see: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_the_Iraq_War) truly portrays in the U.S. perspective what it is like to be facing war in this region. Here, the boys are surprised that the enemy uses women and children as human shields; that regular neighbors are all armed and turn on you in a dime. Here, the war dead mount quickly and suddenly.
This is a must-read book.
Religious Freedom Day (Randyjw; January 16, 2020)
Today is Religious Freedom Day in the USA. Go, USA!!!
Read President Trump’s Proclamation, here:
‘Women of Color” A Biased Term In Itself (Randyjw; December 26, 2019)
If Arab women fulfill the requirement of being “women of color,” such that the “woke” Left wish to declare, and if the Jews are of Middle Eastern origin — with Arabs even claiming that the Jews are stealing Israel (or their own wishful derivative term for it,”Palestine”, which includes half of Jordan and all of present-day Israel) — then, how is it possible that this fight over the same land of Israel, and for which the Jews have a several-thousand year old recounting in the Bible of our history there (accorded to by the New Testament, and the Koran, to boot), with literally tons of archaeological and material culture to back our Jewish claim) strips us of our own “color”? The term is an Anti-Semitic attempt to accuse us of being white Europeans who came to colonize a foreign land: an inherently false lie, and an anti-Semitic trope, at best.
Recommended (Added: January 23, 2020):
Neuer, Batsheva. “Why intersectionality fails the Jews”. jta.org/opinion; January 16, 2020:
No Good Definitions (Randyjw; December 21, 2019)
The International Holocaust Remembrance Alliance (IHRA) is an intergovernmental organization comprised of member states who have been approved and accepted to the organization based on several criteria: paid membership; adherence to the principles of the Stockholm Declaration (January 28, 2000); the establishment of a Holocaust Memorial Day (January 27th, or other); Holocaust archives open to research; approval and other considering factors.
Each member state may nominate its countries’ delegational body from those it designates experts, including individuals, non-governmental organizations (NGO’s) and others, with one Head of Delegation representing it in Plenary, the decision-making body, within the IHRA. New members first become an Observer Country, who participates in Working Groups in providing recommendations to the IHRA Plenary and Committees. The next step is as a Liaison Country, who works with an IHRA member state or states in establishing a liaison program with that state; final status is as a full member. The Chairmanship of the Plenary body is decided on a yearly volunteer basis from amongst its member states, and whose actual physical location rotates according to the Chairmanship’s member state.
Eight Permanent International Partners of the IHRA , each of which have Observer status only, are: the United Nations (UN); the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO); the Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe’s ‘Office for Democratic Institutions and Human Rights’ (OSCE/ODIHR); Arolsen Archives [International Tracing Service (ITS) — (Allied Expeditionary Forces 1948); International Commission for the ITS; ICRC (1955-2012); United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Organisation; the International Refugees Organisation; and the Allied High Commission for Germany; German Federal Archives (Bundesarchiv 2013); now, they belong to UNESCO’s ‘Memory of the World’ program)]; European Union Agency for Fundamental Rights (FRA); the European Union (EU); Council of Europe; and the Conference on Jewish Material Claims Against Germany.
IHRA’s ‘Working Definition of anti-Semitism’ (Plenary Session – Bucharest: May 26, 2016):
“Antisemitism is a certain perception of Jews, which may be expressed as hatred toward Jews. Rhetorical and physical manifestations of antisemitism are directed toward Jewish or non-Jewish individuals and/or their property, toward Jewish community institutions and religious facilities.”
There were also anti-Semitic scenarios listed to provide working guidelines for the IHRA. Included among these were these two:
Applying double standards by requiring of it (Israel) a behavior not expected or demanded of any other democratic nation.
Antisemitic acts are criminal when they are so defined by law (for example, denial of the Holocaust or distribution of antisemitic materials in some countries).
The problem with these definitions is that it gives a pass to non-Democratic nations (such as those of the Arab League, or other) to not even have to be bothered about anti-Semitism, as they are exempted from behaving civilly, as the rest of the member states must do. This contravenes the first IHRA guideline I noted, above.
The second problem is that the second guideline of calling anti-Semitism criminal only applies when the country has a law saying that it is a crime. If the country is already ‘anti-Semitic’, then they won’t have such laws, will they? It circles around back to number one, above.
Read Also (Added: February 22, 2020):
Shindman, Paul. “Israel and the Innate Bias of the UN Security Council”. honestreporting.com; February 6,2020:
American Intifada (Randyjw; December 10, 2019)
There was a mini Ft Hood jihadist murder spree at Pensacola Air base; now there is an anti-Semitic murder spree in a shootout, with dead an injured, at a kosher supermarket in New Jersey today. These are the types of incidents which Israel faces daily, in addition to rocket attacks from Arabs. The first act is what is termed as a war of attrition — getting rid of the enemy slowly, but surely, as opposed to eradicating many in one fell swoop. This is anti-Semitism in action. This is Jihad in action. Getting used to it yet?
TODAY ONLY – Up to 80% Off Koren Books (Randyjw; December 10, 2019)
People sometimes ask for guidance in selecting help to choose Hebrew works of interest. While each person has their own needs, style of learning, and other factors which make them unique, I have often cheered this particular Tanach (Torah, Nevi’im, Ketuvim) by Koren Publishers in Jerusalem. This Tanach was the same set I used to have. And, today only, Koren Publishers is offering up to 80% off many products.
Here’s the page linking to the Tanach:
Here’s their website:
‘The Truth About Palestine’ – Review (Randyjw; December 5, 2019)
Here’s one of the best holiday gift-giving ideas I can think of:
Economy Report (Randyjw; December 7, 2019):
A Kettle Of Truth (Randyjw; December 2, 2019)
A weird title for a post, but the kettle is steaming and needs to call out the pot(s)…
Thankful (Randyjw; November 27, 2019)
Untitled (Randyjw; November 14, 2019)
I recently remembered this long-forgotten poem I’d written at a young-adult period during my lifetime. I guess that deep, and recent, grief in my life has somehow jogged this from the recesses of memory. I thought I’d include it here, now. I believe this completes my entire work-to-date now, except for individual poetry written to individuals, which may have never made it to these pages.
When I am torn with grief
and aching for a love I cannot yet understand
You smile, knowingly,
and say you understand.
Accepting this statement at face value,
I go on.
Once again, the hurt swells up inside me;
I dare not return while the crowned king
reigns his one-man kingdom.
The Arrowhead And The Gate (Randyjw; November 14, 2019)
There are no longer any words I hold
that are my own
I shape yours in hidden poetry
taking flint to flint
etching sentiments into
The Many French Connections (Randyjw; November 1, 2019)
There is something really strange about current, ongoing derangement syndromes whereby ineffectual people, who might normally never acquire the prestige or standing within their communities they might wish to have, suddenly latch onto and support causes and ideologies which directly contravene even their own potential survivals. It’s not even a Darwinian type of “survival of the fittest,” but the transverse: the “survival of non-thrivers.”
We are so insistent on the triumphalism of individualism, that we have long forsworn the collective community, and the supposed “good” for the whole we are to inherently strive toward achieving. How can we, when personal goals of achievement involve tooth-and-nail competitiveness; the directive to celebrate our individuality by being “special” requiring ever-increasing acts of outrageousness in order to stand apart from the crowd; the obsessive social media need to prove popularity online shaping our behaviors (if we’re prone to feeling shamed by public ostracism)?
Those who just want to fit in will do so, whatever the trending fads, thoughts, or fashions are currently prevalent. Support in numbers, even involving ideas antithetical to their survival are embraced, being perceived as the strong, authoritative voices they represent. In all actuality, most of these voices are just loud and continual, often like the school or cyberspace bullies turn out to be. They may represent a non-normative state of mentality which no-one has the strength to counter. The bullies engrain their methods and ideas into the less strong-willed, begin to form committees and memberships and “social” activism to enjoin others to cause – – often succeeding…. as so many people just want to fit in.
Why would there be any reason to open a floodgate, just to see your own downfall, were this not the case? Popularity, and the need to be seen standing with the reigning mode/modality of the day, seems to be the answer. Therefore, the reason for the constant flip-flop in opinions, and the need for the constant cover-ups of having to lie that one held those beliefs, in the first place. Identifying with an ideology that would see you as a non-compatible force would eject and annihilate the foreign body from within its midst, just as an army of white blood cells would attempt to attack a particle in the body which didn’t belong.
This is what is happening now with the many individuals attempting to identify with those people or alliances of individuals who commit terrorist attacks against others they see as just subjects: people as objects, not human. Inhuman. Sub-human. But because there are some very loud voices, marginal to the mainstream, but amplified to the masses, so many others contend that this must be the popular way to be – think – act, and so they join their voices and pocketbooks to this cause du jour they know nothing about and will likely forget about in the next five years. This can cause a lot of harm and damage. We just need to recall the master propagandist Joesef Goebbels to mind. No, let’s not, and say we did.
See what I mean?
And so, this is the popular bandwagon that is the terrorist-support system, emanating from the halls of Europe, the socialist-communist mouthpieces posing for education that the U.S. university campuses today represent, and the halls of Montezuma (and it’s revenge). Call it appeasement. Call it France and Algeria. Call it Seventh Century. Call it French Class. Just don’t call it the “T” word.
Yedid, Baruch. “Disguised as Agricultural Work, French Org that Supports BDS also Supports Terrorism”. tazpit.org.il; October 28, 2019:
Black, Edwin. “Funding illegal Palestinian settlements: Links to terrorists”. israelhayom.com (Opinions); August 22, 2019:
Free Online Class: The Bible in Light of the Ancient Near East (Randyjw; October 28, 2019)
Sign up, quickly!
Tomorrow begins the start of a free, nine-week online course from Bar-Ilan University called The Bible in Light of the Ancient Near East.
For more information, see the course sign-up:
Hope you get an “A” in class!
Shemini Atzeret And Simchat Torah (Randyjw; October 18, 2019)
More Problems in Belgium (Randyjw; October 17, 2019)
Gee, I hope they get to the bottom of this…
Lipshitz, Cnaan. “Knife-wielding Muslim man in Brussels asks passersby if they are Jewish”. jta.org; October 16, 2019:
Definitions of the word, “terrorism,” vary considerably, depending upon whom you consult. Here are some:
(https://www.dictionary.com/browse/terrorism) ; accessed October 17, 2019.
Transactional Records Access Clearinghouse:
Transactional Records Access Clearinghouse, Syracuse University. tracreports: terrorism/215/include/definitions.html (…) “Alternative Federal Definitions of Terrorism Criminal Cases”. (…). trac.syr.edu; 2009:
(https://trac.syr.edu/tracreports/terrorism/215/include/definitions.html) ; accessed October 17, 2019.
Sukkot 2019 (Randyjw; October 14, 2019)
Yitzhar (Randyjw; October 5, 2019):
See this video from Boomerang about Yitzhar:
Ilhan Omar… Al-Shabaab… Jew-Hatred… (Randyjw; September 30, 2019)
I don’t think we can sweep this explicit support for terrorism by Ilhan Omar under the rug, any longer.
Please read this report by Clarion Project, showing a Twitter screenshot of Ilhan Omar’s tweet openly addressing Somali government and peacekeeping forces to protect a telecommunications company, named Hormuud, associated with multiple affiliations to terrorists, terrorist attacks, the financing of such, and more.
Clarion Project. “Ilhan Omar Asks for Protection of Somali Company Linked to Terror”. clarionproject.org; September 3, 2019:
New Year 5780 (Randyjw; September 24, 2019)
Rosh HaShanah is celebrated Sunday evening, September 29, 2019, in the Diaspora.
Never-ending joy and happiness, this sweet New Year…
The New, Old Fiddler (Randyjw; September 14, 2019)
Fiddler On The Roof / National Tour:*
Inside The Studio Recording The Broadway Cast Album:
On-Broadway / Off-Broadway
In Yiddish; Directed by Joel Grey:
Randy’s Reviews: The Bridge Across Forever by Richard Bach (Randyjw; September 14, 2019)
Bach, Richard. The Bridge Across Forever. Published by: Dell Publishing Co., Inc.; 1 Dag Hammerskjold Plaza; New York, New York 10017. Copyright 1984 by Alternate Futures Incorporated. Reprinted by arrangement with William Morrow and Company, Inc. – February 1986.
Also available in 4-cassette audiotape edition.
Interesting, intriguing, and involving, a reticent heart learns to glide and soar in this autobiographical account from author-pilot, Richard Bach.
New Revelations Reveal Same Old Problem (Randyjw; September 9, 2019)
Terrorism reveals its continued perpetration, from the same old perpetrators, with its same old mindset, against the same old (ancient) community:
Cohen, Ben. “Former French Intelligence Chief Alleged to Have Made Secret Pact With Palestinian Terrorists Behind 1982 Kosher Restaurant Massacre”. algemeiner.com; August 9, 2019:
Satyrous Satire (Randyjw; September 6, 2019)
Greenfield, Daniel. “Banana Republic Can’t Cover Up Women Fast Enough to Sell Them Hijabs”. frontpagemag.com; August 8, 2019:
Bait And Switch (Randyjw; August 29, 2019)
What happens when you’re a Walmart customer, and two of the items you were planning to purchase ring up at the wrong price advertised? If you notice it, and you’d prefer to receive the cheaper prices that the proposed items should be, then you notify the cashier, who’s supposed to check the prices and adjust as needed. But, if you’re a homeless person, and, in my case, Jewish, as well, you get banned permanently from the store, law enforcement called (five!), handcuffed, and humiliated.
I hate to be writing about this, at such a time as when Walmart, and it’s customers, have also been innocently targeted, as in the recent incidents that have lately been in the news. I commiserate with the victims and the victims’ families, as well as the corporation, for these recent (and, also, not so recent, come to think of it) tragedies. But, I am upset about the treatment I have received in their store – – not only today, but in the last few months during which time I have been a regular customer.
I selected my purchases and proceeded to the self-checkout lane. Upon finishing my scans, I noticed that two items did not ring up correctly, and notified a cashier. One item was a French Bread, which normally is $1.00 USD. I wrote about the bread in a previous post. And, yes; I have been discriminated against before making that post, and hence to this day. The French Bread, however, was ticketed with a French Bread Twin price tag (both front and back), which makes it $1.98. However, the product was obviously mislabeled, as I know the difference between the two: the French Bread has only one loaf in the bag, and seems to be wider than the French Bread Twin, which, as its name indicates, contains two loaves in the bag, but they are seemingly thinner. I’d rather have more middle than crust, anyways, and being that the other one is cheaper, it works all around for me. But, no. The cashier was insistent that it was French Bread Twin, although she was wrong. The second item was a small Snickers bar (I would have preferred a larger one, but they didn’t seem to have them in the next couple of aisles, so I just left it, as is). The orange and yellow shelf tag indicated that the Snickers bar was .78 cents – – but, it rang up at .88 cents.
Then, a man came over (not the usual manager), a Walmart employee, and told me to never set foot inside the store again. He was going to also take my entire purchase. They hadn’t even gone to check any prices or anything (in fact, a female employee said I should go get another one; all the way at the back corner of the store…). I had picked out the particular loaf I wanted because it was lighter than the others, and would therefore be softer. The man said he was calling the police (law enforcement). He did, and they arrived quickly. First, there were two officers, than three, inside the store. They took the story of the Walmart man first. I had wanted to hear what my accuser was saying, but they would not let me. The employees then fixed their errors of the pricing, and then the officers left the store with me. They wanted my ID, but I didn’t see any reason to provide it, considering that I didn’t feel I had done anything wrong, other than exert my protection under Federal law to receive the pricing advertised on the shelf and items. Then they started giving me a hard time. They said to me that I couldn’t take the cart beyond the area (these things are limited with electronic stopping devices, anyways…), and so I went to get my stuff out of the cart. One officer grabbed and pushed down my backpack, so that I could not remove it from the cart. Then they started trumping up charges, saying I was yelling and disorderly conduct, and trespassing, saying I could be a serial killer, (no, I really wasn’t; I was just being targeted and discriminated against by Walmart (there have been many, many other incidents by them to me, some of which I’ve made reference to and have responded to them in their surveys). They said that they took the ID of the Walmart guy. They asked for my hand (no; not in marriage, but behind my back), and handcuffed me. The officer got my ID from my pocketbook; he said they needed it so that they could put it in the computer. He went into Walmart with it. When he came out, one of the officers asked, Anything? The other indicated no. The free bus picks up at Walmart, and I told them I was going to wait for the bus. Now, I don’t really know what is going on; if it’s just the store, or if I can ever wait for the free bus at the location, or not.
The Federal Trade Commission (FTC) protects consumers from such practices, known as bait and switch, since it had been a problem in the past, when sellers would advertise items at a certain price and then say they were, or actually be, out of stock on that item, or sell higher-priced items in their place. It’s some of the driving factor between stock numbers on cars being listed in ads, or rain checks for sold out items, etc. Mislabeling, with higher prices charged for the item in the package, or a shelf price which rings up higher at the register, would likely fall under the same parameters.
As they say, Caveat Emptor.
Update (September 23, 2019):
Today, within the past two hours, prior to 3:00 p.m., I waited in the plaza parking lot, the one in which Walmart is located, for the free public bus which picks up and disgorges passengers at this particular location. It is the only location, within quite a distance, to the next stop either before or after it, in this particular city bus route, and I saw no problem with waiting there to catch the bus. During the original incident, the manager who banned me from the Walmart store had only said to never set foot in the store again. He repeated, a second time, the same thing again, when the law enforcement officers showed up. Walmart had, to cover their steps, allowed me to purchase, through EBT, the items I requested, and had changed the prices to the correct ones, while the officers were present (but didn’t want to do so and really didn’t even want me to buy anything before their arrival — he’d snatched the bag away from me…). However, that manager had said, “After this (and with the officer present) … never set foot in this store again,” and I agreed not to, although I think it is severely discriminating against me for no reason. When I had gone outside, escorted by the officers, with my backpacks still in the cart, and my Walmart purchases, one of the officers had said, as I’d previously mentioned, that “this” (the cart), was their (Walmart’s) property. I said I know, and that was why, I said, I was going to remove my things from it. One of the officers pushed down on my backpack, with a few fingers, but he was strong, and I could not get my backpack out of the cart. After trying a bit more, and still being unable to, I just sat there. I now had an audience of five officers. They requested my ID, which I didn’t feel any reason was necessary to supply them with, since I’m sure both Walmart and the officers would recognize me, if I ever was in the store again. I felt that the officers were just there to make sure I exited the store, as requested, and to which I complied, and they escorted me out the door. Incident over. Compliance on my part. But, no… as I said, I felt that they were jacking up charges on me when I didn’t want to procure my ID. They said they had gotten one from the other guy (meaning the manager). I still said that I was complying and didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, and had even mentioned that it had been Walmart who was in the wrong, with their product (being in the wrong bag or mislabeled) pricing (and the Snickers bar), both of which Walmart corrected. They placed me in cuffs and said Yelling, Disorderly Conduct, Trespass… They talked about doing a fingerprint scan. I finally said okay, (being under these trumped-up charges), and the officer went in my purse (since my hands were cuffed) and got out my ID. He then went into Walmart with it. I never received anything in writing, either from Walmart, or from the law enforcement. Law enforcement said they would enter the information in their computer in case Walmart called again. I never received an incident report or a ticket or anything.
Today, while waiting for the free city bus, the same manager who had banned me very quickly from the store and had started this whole thing, came out and saw me. He then reappeared with a female Walmart employee who talked to me and said that they thought they had told me I couldn’t be on the property, and that this was their property (I was outside by the parking lot waiting for the bus). I have walked through the parking lot, since the initial incident, but I have not gone on the walkways (sidewalks) surrounding the Walmart, nor through the next little area where the soda machines outside are located. It is a commercial plaza with other businesses in it, which I do utilize. In fact, once, when I had gone to another store at this location, not too many days since the Walmart incident had happened, a sheriff, who had apparently been parked in the parking lot spot near the establishment, then came in after me, and had asked the manager if they were having any problems with the homeless (people). The manager said no, and then something else, which I didn’t hear.
Anyways, back to the story. Maybe all not quite verbatim, but in the spirit of everything said, just to disclaim myself if I mention something not quite right. Anyways… So, I said to the women that he (the manager standing there) had only said to me not to ever set foot in the store again. And I told her that I had not and was in compliance. She proceeded to tell me that the parking lot was Walmart property and she could “trespass” anybody she wanted, for any reason. She said Remember when you got that information? (I had never received anything…). I said I never was given anything. She said, when they got your information and entered it in the computer? I said that I had never been given anything, and that the manager had never said anything about Walmart property; just only never to set foot in the store again. She continued to insist that the parking lot is Walmart property, saying, as she walked down the ramp and touched her toes onto the parking lot, This is my property. I said, Walmart owns this? I thought it was owned by the plaza owner, and she agreed that was the case. Oh, I said, so Walmart doesn’t own it, but leases it? And she basically agreed. So, I said, well, than it’s not Walmart property. She said she’ll call the law enforcement if they see me there again and they’ll take me to jail. Now, I had been confused, since the law enforcement had trumped up to Yelling, disorderly conduct, and trespass, and there were contradictory “charges” going on, so I didn’t know if I could or couldn’t be on their entire property. I still felt I was in the right, since, at no time, did they warn me not to be on their property. But, now, this time, she is now saying that. I don’t think that is fair to tack onto the original charge, when there was no charge to begin with. I had told her that I wasn’t trespassing when I went into the store, so how was it possible for me to be trespassing, when I left the store, and have not been back into their store since? And she said she didn’t really know what the reason had been. And I told her, briefly, that it was Walmart who had incorrect prices, and that was all they banned me for (which is ALL Walmart’s fault), and they’re discriminating against me. Oh, and here comes the bus….
This ban affects me in many ways. While I do have a free bus pass for the regular county transit busses, the free city buses provide a needed and helpful service to someone like myself, since I commute door-to-door from that location, directly to a library. As stated, there are no other designated bus stops along the city route for quite a distance, either prior to or after the Walmart stop. I feel that I’m entitled to wait for the free bus and take it, just like anybody else. It is not their parking lot, unless the plaza owner also is affiliated in some way to Walmart, which I don’t know about, but doubt. She cannot ban me from a place which is not hers (or Walmart’s), and try to intimidate me or try to prevent me from using a free city bus to get around. I do have bags to carry, and must get around either by foot or by public transportation. By extending this initial charge to now encompass further charges, such a ban from the entire Walmart property, even the public lot, which may not even be theirs, and trying to limiting my access to these publicly-provided facilities goes way beyond the scope of this Walmart fiasco, which they started. I believe they are discriminating against me for being a homeless person with bags, or perhaps, unconsciously biased against my ethnicity as a Jewish person, or possibly even a combination of the two, a discriminated-against minority in society, as a whole, for just being Jewish, but without any minority rights. I have IBS, and taking away the Walmart bathroom, which I could previously use as the short-term regular customer I have been, prior to this incident, deprives me now, even more so, because I am homeless and do not have the same access to a bathroom, as compared to most regular people who have a place to live in do, and I have to hold off using a bathroom for much longer than I would have, given the Walmart option, previously. I try to buy a small thing from the other stores which will let me use their bathroom, just in order to use the bathroom, and not have them hating the homeless for using up their resources with no gain. These other locations are more than nice to my face and always say “Yes,” but still, I don’t want to be a bad stain on “homeless people’s” “name”… There is a county bus I could utilize, but that would involve more walking, a transfer, and is all-around more inconvenient. Still, I don’t think I should be harassed by these employees like this, for absolutely no reason at all. Also, banning me from Walmart takes away my food availability and convenience factors to get other food, even though there is another market not far from there, but I am often too tied to go even that short distance. So, they’ve limited my food choices. EBT allows only cold food to be purchased, unless the loophole places, such like convenience stores offer, such as heated frozen foods, using their microwave, etc., and as such, it limits my food choices, as is, with EBT. Add in the lack of stores from where I can purchase, such as Walmart is doing by banning me from their store, and this is really curtailing my food choices, leading me into a sort of cycle of being too tired to hunt down nourishment, but needing better nutrients to keep going. Yes, there is a soup kitchen; and, it’s the same thing. It’s even further, and I get tired and find it difficult to schlepp with all my bags in weather. Being homeless, the only places you can go are to a park or a library, or you’re otherwise considered loitering and tend to get harassed by the law enforcement. Many get ticketed for this. Even though I coincidentally recently read that Walmart often wins its discrimination cases, I’m thinking perhaps I might sue them. Then, I feel, that the law enforcement will ratchet up anything against me in the interim until the case gets heard and make me look bad. This is the perception of intimidation I feel – – as if we are living in a police state. But, the Walmart employees have been very hostile to me all throughout my shopping experiences there, with the exception of the very first few beginning days, when I told you before, that the nice, Hispanic customer service lady had been an exceptional employee – – but she seems to no longer be there.
Indulgent Deluge (Randyjw; May 17, 2019)
Look what you’ve done
Opened the faucets
and let the water run
Now all the tributaries
merge into one
When the cascades fall
it’s the time to run
Collab (Earlier; Rachelgv and Yassy)
I wonder why we love but it happens
Always when you least expect it
We will face it
and surmount all the odds
– a collaboration by Yas and Rach
called …. ____________ ?????
Google ‘Insider’ Reveals… (Randyjw; August 14, 2019)
Watch this former Google employee speak about internal Company policies:
Tisha B’Av (Randyjw; August 10, 2019)
Shomeret (Randyjw; August 8, 2019)
The afternoon’s reflection:
a grown-up girl
Both woman, and warrior
with a sidelock curl
The afternoon's reflection: A grown-up girl Both woman, and warrior with a sidelock curl
השתקפות אחר הצהריים: ילדה בוגרת גם אישה וגם לוחמת עם תלתל בצד
El reflejo de la tarde: una niña adulta Tanto mujer, tanto guerrera con rizo lateral
दोपहर का प्रतिबिंब: एक बड़ी हो चुकी लड़की स्त्री, और योद्धा दोनों एक साइडलॉक कर्ल के साथ
दोपहर का प्रतिबिंब: एक बड़ी हो चुकी लड़की स्त्री, और योद्धा दोनों एक साइडलॉक कर्ल के साथ
dopahar ka pratibimb: ek badee ho chukee ladakee stree, aur yoddha donon ek saidalok karl ke saath
Stretching Minds And Light (Randyjw; August 7, 2019)
Thank goodness our space exploration program has been revived. Combined with other observatories located throughout the world, new planets and galaxies are being discovered, challenging our theoretical scientific conceptions to-date. For a fascinating look, see this article, here:
FB Incitement To Violence (Randyjw; August 3, 2019)
You would not believe Facebook’s policy on incitement to violence. According to Paul Joseph Watson, he reports that Facebook will allow people to incite violence against those people Facebook deems to be ‘Dangerous Individuals,’ such that they are claiming Paul Joseph Watson is. Watson says, on the video below, that the UK has laws against that. Watch:
Watson, Paul Joseph. “Watson Video: Facebook Put a Fatwa on Me”. frontpagemag; July 24, 2019:
Will Look (Randyjw; July 31, 2019)
and beneath the
the shyest broad smile
brings peace and
contentment to mine
Too Little, Too Late (Randyjw; July 31, 2019)
from the more that was in my heart
But found no privacy
Anti-Zionism vs. Anti-Semitism (Randyjw; July 30, 2019)
Statements delivered at the U.S. Department of Justice Summit on Combating Anti-Semitism in Washington, D.C., July 15, 2019 by Jonathan S. Tobin, editor in chief of JNS, in edited written form, below:
Tobin, Jonathan S. “How anti-Zionists legitimize anti-Semitism”. jns.org; July 15, 2019:
Antennae (Randyjw; July 21, 2019)
I feel the sadness,
but probably unlikely,
Like a broadcast transmission,
pushing through space,
forward with expansion,
for which no higher being ever captured.
Israel Screen Time (Randyjw; July 20, 2019)
Netflix and HBO will be featuring films on Israeli special operations.
Premiering July 31, 2019 on Netflix, The Red Sea Diving Resort recreates the operation to extract and bring the Ethiopian people to Israel.
HBO brings to screen the true, harrowing events surrounding the kidnap and murder by Hamas of three Israeli teenage boys – Naftali Frenkel, 16, Gilad Shaer, 16, and Eyal Yifrah, 19.
This ten-episode series, called Our Boys, begins on August 12, 2019.
Ghermezian, Shiryn. “New Trailer Released for Netflix Film About Mossad Operation to Smuggle Ethiopian Jews to Israel”. algemeiner.com; July 17, 2019:
Ghermezian, Shiryn. “HBO Releases Trailer for Series Based on Kidnapping, Murder of 3 Israeli Teens Before 2014 Gaza War”. algemeiner.com; July 16, 2019:
Update (September 10, 2019):
A letter was sent to HBO from 120 bereaved Israeli families regarding this series.
Green, Aryeh. “Bereaved Families to HBO: ‘Our Boys’ Misleading Viewers About Israeli Societal Acceptance of Terrorism”. TPS via Jewishpress.com; August 14, 2019.
And [added September 21, 2019]:
Berkowitz, Adam Eliyahu. “New HBO Series Depicts Jewish “Settlers” as Neo-Nazis”. breakingisraelnews.com; August 21, 2019:
Re-Made (Randyjw; July 13, 2019)
Why do we take this pain
and internalize it, until we have
nothing to say?
Maybe we’re just too hurt;
Maybe it’s the way we’re made.
Heart (Randyjw; July 12, 2019)
I wish you could read with my heart
the unstoppable, beating thoughts
you, only, love
Just Five Jews Left In Egypt (Randyjw; July 10, 2019)
There are only five Jews left in Egypt:
World Israel News Staff. “5 Jews left in Egypt as pillar of Cairo’s Jewish community dies”. worldisraelnews.com; July 9, 2019:
Update (July 17, 2019):
There are a few more, elsewhere in Egypt – – 12 in Alexandria:
Sarah Idan: Beautiful Inside (Randyjw; July 7, 2019)
Miss Iraq: Peace, Love, and Oh, So Beautiful
Update (June 3, 2021) / See also:
Fourth of July (Randyjw; July 2, 2019)
Happy Independence Day, America!
Johnny Cash: Ragged Old Flag; posted by Good Stuff on February 6, 2017:
American Patriotic Song: America the Beautiful; posted by Ian Berwick on May 21, 2016:
Anthem Lights / Patriotic Medley:
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Artists and aficionados from around the world converge in Jerusalem at this time each year to experience the unique, spectacular light show known as the Festival of Light. This annually-changing exhibit of illumination features dozens of artistic displays located throughout various areas of the Old City. A different way to take in Israel at night, and combine it with a July Fourth celebration, as the event continues through that date, this year.
See Fernalyn Payal’s Youtube video from 2014 from one of the festival’s features:
This video, by Jacob Richman, is from the 2017 festival:
This post, from alex goot77, is from 2018:
One Breath (Randyjw; June 24, 2019)
You leave me breathless;
Wanting, Lacking, and restless…
The Numbers Map (Randyjw; June 22, 2019)
See the locations of the places mentioned in the “Numbers” portion of the Torah, as presented by Rabbi Tuly Weisz, of the infamous Israel 365 and Breaking Israel News websites, which I love, and link to so very often… (Rabbi Weisz has also recently completed The Israel Bible™):
Save Face (Randyjw; June 21, 2019):
Before valuing another,
Don’t be hasty to rely on the opinions of others
Though they speak loudly
and with seeming authority
Someone that cares will be their own heart- and fact-checker
A Dream Uncovered (Randyjw; June 19, 2019)
Unveiling the moon
of her shrouded mysteries
Randy’s Reviews: Tears of the Moon – by Nora Roberts
Beauty and melancholy intertwine in the Irish folklore, music, and deep ties to its land. Among its people, a haunting longing within the heart and soul can only be quenched by returning to the roots of all connections: G-d, Love, and Country. For Brenna O’Toole and Shawn Gallagher, each learn to find the fulfillment of their deepest dreams and desires through a gradual understanding of the meaning inherent in all three.
Avraham’s Journey (Randyjw; June 18, 2019)
I was slowly setting out to do, in a way, what Rabbi Tuly Weisz, in his The Israel Bible, has already done. Within this digitally-modern, Google map, you’ll be able to visually review, en masse, location markers for Biblical sites attenuated to the travels of Avraham:
Randy’s Reviews: The Day You Were Born: A Journey to Wholeness through Astrology and Numerology – by Linda Joyce (Randyjw; June 16, 2019)
The Day You Were Born: A Journey to Wholeness through Astrology and Numerology; Copyright © 1998 by Linda Joyce. Kensington Books. Kensington Publishing Corp., 850 Third Avenue, New York, NY 10022. http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
This book applies the sun signs of the zodiac, in a formula beginning in Aries and ending in Pisces, with a numerological factoring for the variance, and combines it with some metaphysically-specific best-practice recommendations to supposedly inform a person on the manners whereupon this application might be achieved.
Is it proper for me to side with or promote an astrological/numerological work? Not quite. Evidence for this, in Judaism, would point to the disaster of King Saul and his consultations with Hulda, who may or may not have been the same (I just don’t know) as the externally written-about Greek Oracle of Delphi. King Saul eventually fell prey to a never-ending wrestle between inner peace and an aroused spirit of paranoia and jealousy toward his eventual successor, David, the only one, paradoxically, who could calm Saul’s troubled spirit with the notes he played on his kinnor.
Yet, there exists further depth in the Judaic expression and realms of revelations intrinsic in the holiness of the Hebrew script (it is G-d’s word, after all); the corresponding numerical equivalency of the tandem Gematria; Kabbalah; and, really, actually, all things.
I can argue under Judaism, or Jewish perspective, for a combination of the essentiality of man’s existence on the earthly plane, combined with the striving toward the spiritual plane. G-d’s Laws (the Torah) are set before us with the imperative to choose life; that ye may live. We are told that doing so is not too difficult for us. We see that the 613 commandments include both the positive and the negative. We see that they include both the earthly (between man and man), and the heavenly (between man and G-d) — the stronger emphasis, surprisingly, being expounded as those between men. Disaster befalls us each and every time we go astray the Laws, which is a deviation from the spiritual. And Hillel sums up the whole of Torah as the essence that one should not do what is hateful unto another, stressing the earthly, inter-relationary aspects of man.
According to Linda Joyce, the author of the titled book in review, life should be balanced between the worldly aspects of the physical, such as the body and things of the earth, which is known as Ego, and the world of Spirit – – the heavenly realm — in order for the soul to receive its lessons as it proceeds through life and corresponding zodiac sun signs to grow in a balanced manner.
Linda Joyce has formed a merger of the practices of numerology and astrology to reveal an appreciable insight into human nature, combined with a gift for anecdotal and biographical supporting stories. What I can say is that, for everything that she presents, she does so to full confirmation of a certain perspective.
In a way, I always thought it was most imperative to nurture the qualities which would be so-considered the characteristics of a “higher calling,” tending to feel that one should aspire to lift one’s self above a baser nature. There’s nothing wrong with self-improvement, so I don’t find that, as an expression, to do so is as hypocritical an endeavor as the transverse, where the thought might be that, perhaps, one can only express their authentic selves via the masks of solely their present, fixed immutability. I think both give themselves a viewpoint weighted to the specifics of each varied individual: an optimistic outlook or a realistic outlook; but valid on either hand, regardless. It just matters which works better for each person.
Much like magic did this book appear on a shelf, at a time of deep, personal loss and internal struggle; although, unlike magic, I believe in G-d, and I believe in the basic goodness of man. The Biblical Jacob and his personal struggle teaches us about life, love, hardship and pain. But the message imparted is that we can prevail.
This excerpt, delineating Ego and Spirit in its last perfected self through Pisces, is seen, then, thus:
The search for your true origin, the haunting memory of happier days, innocence and youth — this is your memory of Eden and paradise. Darwin shocked and divided the world when he declared that men and apes had a common ancestor. His findings challenged the biblical origin story. The truth is that both origin stories are correct. We come from both heaven and earth. Heaven provides our mythical and symbolic origin. Evolution is what happens to us on earth — we evolve and grow and transform. The two are not in conflict (pg. 343).
Feelings of separation and loss, either because your path leads you elsewhere or someone else’s path has come to an end, is symbolic of the relationship between Ego and Spirit. Pisces is the end of the journey, and these two antagonists have traveled together through sunny days and terrible storms. They know each other in any disguise. They can recognize each other in a crowd, in the role of pauper or king, thief or saint. Together they have played all the parts, challenged each other’s goals and ideals, fought for and against each other’s dreams, shared each other’s joys and sorrows, triumphs and failures. Their commitment to the journey has bonded them through shared experiences, and now their differences seem unimportant and small. Theirs is a true relationship, one tested and sure, one based on earned respect. Now, when they have put aside their differences and learned how to play, it’s time to part. Love has awakened through the impending separation. Ego is old and must face death. Spirit is young. Having been reborn to a new strength, she can now defend herself and move forward, taking Ego’s memory into her heart and soul. Along the path he has protected her, allowing her to do her work. His devious ways and masterful disguises have honed her ability to see and discriminate. He has been her warrior, fighting her dragons; her enemy vying for position and power; her lover, embracing her with desire and will, trying to control her every breath. He has put her on a pedestal and he has abandoned her for fruitless dreams. But through it all they have remained together. Forgiveness came in Aquarius and the true meaning of love will come with separation. For without loss one does not know what one once had. They are soul mates and the song they sing has finally become one. Ego will surrender into the soul of the Spirit, ending their separation forever. Their love defies death because they are children of heaven and earth, who through their magical relationship have been able to bring one person closer to his or her true nature, to enlightenment, and to God.
… what they are learning is to love and go on, embodying that love within their soul, knowing that their physical presence is not needed for it to be real (pp. 373-374).
Father’s Day (Randyjw; June 16, 2019)
Music (Added September 5, 2019):
Shavuot 2019 (Randyjw; June 7, 2019)
Twenty Years at Hull-House; with Autobiographical Notes – by Jane Addams (Randyjw; June 1, 2019)
Twenty Years at Hull-House; with Autobiographical Notes – by Jane Addams; original publication date 1910. Paperback reissue by University of Illinois Press Urbana and Chicago in conjunction with the Illinois Center for the Book. Introduction and Notes ©1990 by the Board of Trustees of the University of Illinois, written by James Hurt, University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.
This is a review of paradoxical contradictions. Written by: a self-termed Conservative with a bent toward issues-oriented policy, regarding the premise of socialized, communal living, termed a ‘Settler Movement,’ within a democratic republic. A Movement meant to examine the processes and application of social theory towards the results of its experiments; yet still finding an unsolved relevancy in the persistence of those self-same subsets one hundred-years forward. The subject of ‘Humans’, as human subjects.
The time was ripening for the arousal to consciousness of how man must learn to structure their societal proponents to live amongst a continually burgeoning and industrializing U.S. population. With the influx of immigrants from abroad, there needed to homogenize the old traditions and cultures to create a workable new, and this was the tenet of a number of ambitious people and projects attempting to do so, circa late-Nineteenth/early-Twentieth centuries.
Jane Addams was one of them. In her 1910 published book, she describes her project, conducted with a friend, to live amongst the poor, and to become good neighbors with them. Along the way, she is caught up in the issues of the day, such as the women’s suffrage movement, the assimilation of immigrants from old worlds into a new country, and the effects of egregious working conditions amongst the poor. Whether by choice or chance, she winds up taking a more proactive role to see their challenges as they would experience them, up close, and finding means and both temporary and permanent solutions to help rectify their situation.
It’s often hard to tell whether this was an intended undertaking, or whether she was just along on a developing ride. But, in any case, it seems that the attentions given to youth development and education enhanced their opportunities for growth through learning, and lent great assistance to achieving these marks.
The book offers an interesting perspective of the literal language of life one hundred-years ago. Sometimes dull, sometimes pedantic in thought – – but still a particular slant from another era lending insight into the influencers of the way in which societies might develop.
Jerusalem Day (Randyjw; May 31, 2019)
Happy Jerusalem Day!!!
June 2, 2019
If you haven’t seen Gennady Tkachenko-Papizh sing, please watch:
Rampant Antisemitism (Randyjw; May 29, 2019)
Anti-semitic sentiment bears its fruit in influence and actions. Much as we would like to think that the degree and tone of an individual’s public expression to their commitment of non-prejudice toward all people might be true, it’s rather difficult to accept the excuses given, the non-apologetic justifications and back-pedalling, and all else that passes for non-pc-speak, by our elected representatives, officials, the spinners of propaganda passing for news, and those entrusted to uphold our constitutional values.
This should especially be true in our education system today, given how hard our nation has fought each other on the issues of equality, the right to vote, etc.
I must say that I cannot accept that most universities today continue to allow blatant hostility to its Jewish students to continue. If student clubs receive budgets for their activities through the school, and if that agenda includes sponsoring convicted terrorists as speakers on-campus; If the selfsame speaker has ties to, sympathizes with, or has even committed terrorist acts; if the US Department of State has listed such an affiliated group as a terrorist organization; is the material support and comfort given to this person or endeavor a treasonous act to our country?
If a faculty department of a university, which is comprised of teachers employed by such school, engages in such behavior; discriminates against students, particularly Jews wishing to study abroad at an Israeli campus by rescinding a previously agreed commitment to write a letter of recommendation for such study, upon learning that it would take place in (Jewish) Israel; if antisemitic violence against Jewish students, harassment of Jewish students by other students; if a collective body of students under their club, or student government promote such discrimination against pro-Israel Jews:
Besides lip service paid by the administration of such universities in simply stating that their administration does not share such values…
Isn’t it obvious that they do, if they will allow such actions to keep on? Isn’t silent agreement an act of complicity, in itself?
That is why, despite a Universities’ stated position, I still leave them on my listings, for having allowed the Jews to have to go through such things, here in America, as well as around the world.
“What You Do To Jews”:
See (Updated June 5, 2019):
Stellar, Richard. “UCLA: No place for Jews?”. jewishjournal.com (Opinion); September 1, 2016:
Book Review Corrects Revisionist History (Randyjw; May 27, 2019)
This book review by Raymond Ibrahim corrects the historical account, to a great extent, between competing versions of the past, which vie for our attention, today:
US Vets (Randyjw; May 11, 2019)
What would you give for these? Ask
any vet you see…
MEMORIAL DAY – – May 27, 2019 (Randyjw; May 5, 2019)
Star Spangled Banner As You’ve Never Heard It:
Published on Jul 6, 2013
Freedom Is Not Free – A poem by Kelly Strong:
Published on Oct 12, 2006
Memorial Day Tribute:
Published on May 23, 2013
Published on Dec 9, 2015
Calm (Randyjw; May 26, 2019)
Like Saul to David,
calmed with tender, soothing tones
played on the kinnor.
These songs by Yehuda Katz have a rather collective, soothing effect:
Yehuda Katz – Bachatzi Halayla (Midnight Escape):
This next one is by Shlomo Katz:
Shlomo Katz- Od Yishama (There Will Be Heard) (composed by Reb Shlomo Carlebach):
Yehuda Katz – Woman of Wisdom and Valor (Eshet Chayil) (composed by Reb Shlomo Carlebach):
Yehuda Katz – B’Simchah Rabah (We’re So Happy) (composed by Reb Shlomo Carlebach):
Yehuda Katz – Calling Out to You (Elecha) (composed by Reb Shlomo Carlebach):
Yehuda Katz V’hamagal – Libi U’b’sari:
Yehuda Katz – Loving Life (Mi Ha’Ish):
Yehuda Katz – Reflecting Light (K’Gavnah):
Yehuda Katz – All Together (composed by Meir Banai, Yair Nitzani):
Yehuda Katz – Purple Royalty (Shoshanah Ya’Akov):
Yehuda Katz – Dancing in Mezeritch:
Yehuda Katz – Hand in Hand (Yamin V’Smol) (composed by Reb Shlomo Carlebach):
Yehuda Katz – Nigun Lewis (composed by Reb Shlomo Carlebach):
Yehuda Katz – You Are the Kind (composed by Reb Shlomo Carlebach):
The Who: Moving On Tour (US) – Travelzoo Special Members Only Offer (Randyjw; May 26, 2019)
(Reposted from Travelzoo; May 26, 2019)
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Im Eshkachech (If I Forget Thee) (Rachelgv; Hebrew Translation / May 26, 2019)
yonim al hashurim
If I Forget Thee (Rachelgv; May 25, 2019)
A prayer to G-d:
Peace upon Jerusalem,
doves upon the walls
If I Forget Thee (Rachelgv; May 25, 2019)
A prayer to G-d:
Peace upon Jerusalem,
doves upon its walls
Im Eshkachech (If I Forget Thee) (Rachelgv; Hebrew Translation / May 26, 2019)
yonim al hashurim
A petition on Change.org regarding yeshiva study:
Love (Ten) (Randyjw; May 22, 2019)
The unseen art, of dabblers, and love,
in the negative space on the wall
was filled to existence by tenderly painters
trading places when the other stalled
Some New TV Clips From MEMRI (Content Advisory Warning) (Randyjw; May 16, 2019)
Here are the latest TV clips from Middle East Media Research Institute (MEMRI) (Content Advisory Warning):
Psstttt…… Are you awake?
Illegal Peace Prayers (Randyjw; May 16, 2019)
I’m admitting to post-facto supposed “war crimes” of having placed a note in the Western Wall/Wailing Wall/Kotel and joining Alan Dershowitz’s satirical call of rebellion in doing so, to protest the designation of parts of Israeli land as being called “occupied.”
Does this designation apply retroactively to 587 BCE, 70CE, the actual placing of my note circa 2003/4/5 or so, the UN Security Council Resolution (fake news) of 2016, or what? Am I a satirical 2,600-year criminal, a 2,050-year criminal, a 16-year criminal, or just a mere 3-year criminal? Better round those criminal Jews up, again.
Dershowitz, Alan. “War Crime!: Placing a Note in the Western Wall”. gatestoneinstitute.org; May 14, 2019:
Mother’s Day (Randyjw; May 11, 2019)
Fuschia Blooms (Randyjw; May 10, 2019)
Fuschia brush my ears:
caresses near the soapdish
blushes cheeks and hair
Turquoise (Randyjw; May 10, 2019)
Sunlight pierces the branches of mangroves
the blue heron sailing a vast expanse for the other side
At the bank gleam shining pairs of faceted rainbows
partially submerging preying alligator eyes
Junebugs arrive early
and mayday beacons, like fireflies, bioluminesce in neon green
A striped mullet arcs and twists his agile body,
silvered underbody draped in pearlescent sheen
Sugar kisses coat the cypress swamp,
of which the water was filled and drained
And now sits the still glorious eagle
in its place where the plantation stands
The cypress canoes lay now silent
on the trails, filled with tears, which man tamed
A seminal tale for the Seminole,
at the time when the full moon waned.
Chamesh (Randyjw; May 9, 2019)
Chamesh is a five-fingered luck sign
of both Jewish and Arab design
To which I added further images
of symbolic peace doves of Israel, in mine
Two birds in the hand
and the world, as a pomegranate
solely… to wish each soul
A good year!
Love / Amor (Nine) (Randyjw; May 9, 2019)
Verses in reply
from seemingly simple lines
Layered depths to mine
No Contest (Randyjw; May 9, 2019)
Of the bad I’ve done
No excused crimes of passion
emits from forked tongues
The judges human
don’t look at goodness in sums
but each act, as one
intent, and motivation
Leave the jury hung
The courtroom drama
supporting evidence flung
A gavel bangs down
So, put to the gun,
Not for, but because… of love,
I admit to none
Wingwoman (Randyjw; May 9, 2019)
Birds on a wire
at times don’t face each other
but love, together
Can’t Chew Gum (Randyjw; May 9, 2019)
My heart skips its beats
Even while managing to
trip over my feet
Why America Is Great (Randyjw; May 8, 2019)
Ducking beneath an overhang to avoid rain, I found myself sitting next to two people engaged in a conversation in which one of them stated that he saves only a little money, and the rest of it he sends back to his country. I was a little concerned about this guy, as he seemed to have taken two “location shots” of a not-so-special place, and then seemed to proceed to aim his phone, somewhat surreptitiously, toward me. I told him, twice, “Don’t take my picture,” but I think he did. I did not get a good feeling from it – – and it seemed more like a bad reconaissance mission, as opposed to a friendly gesture. Without saying what I’m saying, I’m saying it, anyways… Hopefully, it’s just hyper-awareness in this situation and doesn’t portend ill-purpose on his part.
Anyways, it set me thinking about immigration, other countries, and the U.S.
I have nothing against immigrants. I understand that people want to share in our “dream” of freedom, democracy, and prosperity. If only some family members from foreign countries settle here, it tears their family apart, and that can be difficult. When an immigrant finds work, and sends most of their wage earnings home, these remittances help raise the living standards for their family, since the dollar tends to be the strongest currency against which other countries peg their own currency. The value is so much higher, that the dollar has so much more purchasing power.
But, there are other factors to consider, as well. What if there are so many emigrants doing this, that half the country are receiving this income, but the other half are not? Maybe it will lead to the artificial inflation of the cost of goods, based on what the given market will bear: such items such as housing, cars, and the like, eventually, and effectively, pricing the poor half of the population right out of the market and even deeper into dire poverty.
Maybe there’s a point of too-quick growth, where booms in various industries lead to a top-heavy shift of workers toward these growth areas, while leading to the paucity of other industries and the workers required to learn and perform still needed functions and vocations. The lure of foreign countries whose workers will earn less, due to the stronger dollar at home, helps to also cause the business-investor’s exodus.
I think that’s why President Trump is bringing back manufacturing to our shores, and really understands the full benefits of doing so. While we, here, in the U.S., still stand to retain our competitive technological, military, and business edge, it also helps to raise the standards of living for so many in the rest of the world.
How? It might help to galvanize the populations of other countries to confront the reasons why their present system isn’t working and to find the means to make it work. Perchance a popular movement will gain traction, using the ideals of the U.S. success as a role model. It’s already beginning to happen in Saudi Arabia, with nepotism and cronyism in the awarding of cushy jobs to the royal sons now losing favor and industry opening up to the general population. Other mid-East countries, not in the midst of long-term internal or external war, are also feverishly developing their infrastructure and, hence, furthering their economies. That’s better diversification for them, as oil, gas, and alternate energy resources are now also found in better concentration beyond just the middle East. Word being bandied about by the Palestinians is heading in this area, also.
When the U.S. was great, the world’s countries rose, as well. At least, those which were based on a democratic-capitalist system. Where the U.S. started to fail is in the brawn-drain exodus of our manufacturing jobs and the brain-drain exodus in the tech sector. Accelerated immigration growth led to a demand to accommodate a bilingual work-force, to tap, not only foreign markets, but now the internal language shift of the U.S. This has forced a change in the population of both the workforce and those forced out of once plentiful jobs formerly requiring only a monolingual language. The country from the exodus continues its decline as workers leave for greener pastures, and this causes more instability around the world.
I think that the world can rise with America’s rise, rather than by bringing it down. It’s just something to seriously think about.
See Also (Updated June 20, 2019):
Stossel, John. “Moral Capitalism”. linbertynewsnow.com; June 20, 2019:
How Beautiful (Randyjw; May 5, 2019)
How beautiful is this song, “La Vie en Rose.”
Some would call me a hopeless romantic. I’d disagree. I’d call it something more, like… a “hopeful romantic.” Isn’t that better? I think so.
The perfect embodiment of this is found in the song, “La Vie en Rose.”
I just found this beautiful version of it, last night. It features Nieka Moss, with Jason Lux accompanying on piano. Listen to these love-ly words, especially the English wording at the end.
Have a beautiful day and evening. Good night.
Love cont (Rachelgv; May 3, 2019)
Pick for me
and let me grasp
that have already gone
While nights grow shorter
and the days grow long
I’ll be seeking your starlight
in the rise of each dawn
Yom HaShoah (This Evening)
In remembrance of the six million who perished in the Holocaust.
Hannah Szenes wrote this poem. She escaped from Hungary in the second World War, and went back over enemy lines to help her fellow Jews in trouble. She gave her life, in doing so.
Israel Stands Still (Randyjw; Originally Posted: April 22, 2017)
Israel stands still
when the siren sounds across the land
recalling the fallen
the never again
You are not forgotten
but remembered again
Siren of Rehovot, Israel (2012):
I Am poem – Anne Frank
by Natasha Hashemi and Claire Hawer
Eli Atah – Shlomo Gronich and the Sheba Choir
In Happier Days (Randyjw; Originally Posted: April 23, 2017)
Through the slavery of Egypt;
through the auto-da-fe’s; the pogroms;
through the Inquisition; the Crusades;
and the exile of Babylon.
The destruction of our Temple
was more than the razing of a building;
it was the attempt to destroy through deicide
what they couldn’t destroy within.
The burning of our skin
in the synagogues
as they torched us alive in flames
worshipping false G-ds with idols
and blaspheming the Good L-rd’s name.
They eradicated us en masse in genocide
and overtook the Holy Land,
What they didn’t take, through Holocaust,
was that G-d would foil their plans.
G-d knows how to make it rain,
blessing, in its proper times.
As much as is done for the earth,
He has done, as well, for our minds.
Happy Rebirthday: Eternal, Israel
(Randyjw; Originally Posted: 05/11/2016)
Remembrance Day (Memorial Day)
Happy Rebirthday, Israel.
HaTikvah (The Hope; a poem by Naftali Herz Imber; also it is the Israel National Anthem)
Kol od balayvav pnima nefesh Yehudi homiyah
Ul fatey Mizrach kadima
Ayin L’Tsion tsofiyah
Od lo avdah tikvatenu
HaTikvah shnot al payim
Liyot Am chofshi be’artzenu
B’Eretz Tzion V’rushalyim.
(HaTikvah “The Hope” translation from “My Jewish Learning”:)
As long as within our hearts
The Jewish soul sings,
As long as forward to the East
To Zion, looks the eye —
Our hope is not yet lost,
It is two thousand years old,
To be a free people in our land
The land of Zion and Jerusalem.
Hear The Israel National Anthem, HaTikvah, on YouTube: https://youtu.be/6Q4XL4oRIRE
See excerpts of Israel’s first Prime Minister, David Ben-Gurion, proclaim the State of Israel, with HaTikvah in the background: https://youtu.be/XTSpfNoHpzU
Shomron (King Omri bought hill for two talents of silver from Shemer; hence, the name) / Christian: The City of Sebastia (Randyjw; April 24, 2019)
Land Theft In Judea/Samaria (Randyjw; April 24, 2019)
This is another really important and informative article toward understanding what is occurring now in Judea/Samaria (the so-called “West Bank”):
Linder Kahn, Naomi. “The European Union: Nurturing Instability and Terrorism in the Middle East”. gatestoneinstitute.org; April 24, 2019:
Best Yet Article (Randyjw; April 22, 2019)
This is the best article I’ve yet read on the Jewish people vis-à-vis Israel (and mostly what I’ve been saying, all along):
Sylvetsky, Rochel. “The legal status of Jerusalem: Examination of Israel’s lawful rights”. israelnationalnews.com Op-Ed; April 18, 2019:
Passover Songs And More 5779 (Randyjw; April 18, 2019)
Bachatzi Halayla (Midnight Escape) – Yehudah Katz
Published on Apr 2, 2012
Od Yishama (There Will Be Heard) – Shlomo Katz
Published on Apr 23, 2012
(Added April 24, 2019):
Mordechai Ben David – Kumzits 1 / Shiru LaMelech
Published on Oct 27, 2015
All About Those Plagues – Chuck Green
Published on Mar 23, 2015
Passover Rhapsody – A Jewish Rock Opera – aish.com
Published on Mar 27, 2012
Avadim Hayinu (We Were Slaves) – Yuval Grumer
Published on Apr 16, 2019
Pessach Medley with Micha Gamerman (Official Animation Video) –
Published on Apr 5, 2017
The Passover Seder Symbols Song – runsing
Published on Apr 7, 2008
JEWSIC PASSOVER MUSIC VIDEO – The Jewsicgroup
Published on Apr 12, 2011
DK Eyewitness Books: Judaism – Discover the History, Faith, and Culture That Have Shaped the Modern Jewish World (Randyjw; April 19, 2019)
CHARING, D. DK Eyewitness Books: Judaism – Discover the History, Faith, and Culture That Have Shaped the Modern Jewish World. First American Edition 2003. DK Publishing, Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014. Copyright 2003 Dorling Kindersley Limited, London.
This great book is one of a series, called DK Eyewitness Books, on multiple educational subjects aimed at children and young adults. This older, 2003 library version, is a slim, hardcover coffee table-style book, compiled with factual short paragraphs of information and glossy, full-color photos. The photos are especially interesting for their archaeological- and museum-quality details, showing both verbally, and visually, some highlights from the periods of Jewish history, both modern, and ancient.
DK Publishing is now under the banner of Penguin Random House. For more information on the parent company, see the Wikipedia reference, below. The newest revised edition of this book was published June 14, 2016, with sixty-four pages geared toward Middle Grades (8-12), and is available in hardcover and paperback. I highly recommend this book, for all ages.
Let Us Be (Randyjw; April 15, 2019)
(to the tune of The Beatles’ “Let It Be”)
When we found ourselves upon the Nile
bondsmen to our slavery
Built up Egypt’s cities
And while the whips rained down upon us
beating us relentlessly
chained into our bondage
Let us be (x4)
G-d proclaims His answer:
Let us be!
But Pharaoh’s heart was hardened
and he had no eyes with which to see
He who rules above us
So G-d sent down ten plagues amongst us
sparing us eternally
G-d would let us worship
Then Egypt wound up devastated
livestock, land, and progeny
but now set forth to our freedom
Still Pharaoh’s woes had deepened
and he suffered economically
the wage paid for those slaves
had come free
The chariot army trotted
G-d endowed the rod and let us flee
by dry ground we departed
through the sea
And Moshe let the rod down
and two walls were one in unity
Pharaoh’s army drowned,
all but he
In wilderness we wandered
seeking solace and a destiny
and false gods we created
And G-d called Moses to the Mount
and gave Laws for eternity
And Torah’s words of wisdom
set us free
Doubtless (Randyjw’ April 15, 2019)
It would be close to impossible
that the silent conversations
I hold with you – –
Aren’t expelled through
where they eventually
Want them, or not,
there they are
before your heart
Communion (Randyjw; April 14, 2019)
often finds expression
only in communion
when our souls become one
Old And Homeless (Randyjw; April 12, 2019)
You came out from the library,
Garbed in like clothing
my father had worn
Then stopped on the walkway
and set your bags down
And you stared, and you stared
at that man, like your son
The man walked away
without once looking round
But you watched over him
as he gained further ground
Then you turned and went over
to sit on the bench
Your glasses were perched
and your shoulders were hunched
And looked around, aimless
Not knowing what to do
While here you sit, blameless,
Bereft of him, too
WATCH Live: Beresheet Moon Landing (Randyjw; April 11, 2019)
Randy’s Recipes: Olive, Fig, Ricotta, Orange Sandwich (Randyjw; April 10, 2019)
It’s been a long time since I’ve stepped inside a Walmart; I usually found them inconveniently located, and didn’t find much enticing selection to warrant the trip.
But, this time was different. As I browsed the aisles, I found the shelves stocked with the best brands of commercially-available offerings I would have chosen, should my local market chains have kept purchasing them. But, as usual, the buyers always seem to discontinue my favorites in any categories, from food to cleansers.
I put together this “Walmart special,” and it wasn’t bad.
Randy’s Recipes: Olive, Fig, Ricotta, Orange Sandwich (Randyjw; April 10, 2019)
French Bread ($1.00 USD), or other of your choice
Ricotta Cheese, or other of your choice*
Orange ($0.68 USD), segmented
Olive and Fig Tapenade (small jar; a bit costly – – probably better to make yourself. Includes sea salt, cardamom, assorted vinegars, more.)
Try other options:
* Walmart has a nice selection of sliced cheese in a platter, although not best quality, such as this one, which was $7.00 USD, featuring: Irish cheddar, Havarti, Gouda, Imported Swiss (it didn’t taste like it, and had no holes):
Layer olive/fig spread onto open face of French bread loaf. Top with ricotta, or other cheese of your choice. Top with orange segments. Enjoy.
5 Yums Up
Passover 5779 (Randyjw; April 10, 2019)
I wish I still had the index cards of all my Mother’s recipes (hers, friends, or curated) I’d laboriously copied over the years. I think they were lost with some of my previous items at a time when I was told I should store them at someone’s business location, but then was not allowed to retrieve any of my things back. My Mother, as well, has lost pages from her personal collection, as people just pulled them out, rather than copying them from her. But, here are some Passover ideas and inspiration from elsewhere. And, if sometime, I can try to recreate those missing recipes, I will.
Inspire your own ideas, and read Doreen Wachmann’s article on Charoset recipes through the ages:
https://www.jewishpress.com/sections/food/our-kosher-world-the-pesach-palate/2019/04/10/ (flip pages to 12-13)
Here’s a recipe for Passover Apricot Squares that, if I’m remembering correctly, seems to be like the ones my Mother used to make:
Passover Apricot Squares:
The Quarry by Pope John Paul II (Randyjw; April 8, 2019)
New link / Hope this one works:
Interesting information about Pope John Paul II (Karol Wojtyla):
Worthwhile (Randyjw; April 8, 2019)
Before entering the library today, I weebled over to the garbage can to throw out some trash. I rolled my eyes and said “eh” to the guy standing nearby, indicating my exhaustion lugging around my three bags, and other matters. The guy said, “I understand. You gotta make it worthwhile.” I said, “It is worthwhile; we’re here.” He nodded, and I went back to gather my backpacks. Sitting on top of one, I thanked the guy for his motivation. Combined, perhaps the two serve as the purpose and goals for our lives: To make it worthwhile, while we’re here.
Chick-Fil-A Controversy (Randyjw; April 5, 2019)
McGuinness, Dylan. “Brockhouse apologizes to Chick-fil-A for San Antonio’s decision to remove restaurant from airport plan”. expressnews.com; March 26, 2019:
Update / Additional (November 22, 2019):
Greenfield, Daniel. “Chick-fil-A Put an Obama and Hillary Supporter in Charge, but Dumped Christians”. frontpagemag.com; November 22, 2019:
Brummer, David. “Evidence of Second Temple Era Settlement Found Near Abraham’s Biblical Home”. breakingisraelnews.com; April 4, 2019:
TLC (Randyjw; April 3, 2019)
Sydney Debate-to-Be (Randyjw; April 3, 2019)
Rabbi Tovia Singer debates Reverend Samuel Green:
Is Jesus the Promised Jewish Messiah?
Tuesday, April 9, 2019
6:30 – 8:30 PM
University of Technology Sydney
1 Quay Street, Haymarket
Building 5C, Room 02.010
Free Audio Posts:
Update (April 13, 2019):
Rabbi Singer has posted the video of this debate on YouTube:
I was just kicked out of the library because my three backpacks cannot fit under one small chair, although they would fit under the large tables. Therefore, I cannot charge my phone, and I need it in case of emergency, like being attacked, etc. Phone batt is about to die. I contacted nat’l center on homelessness and poverty to see what they’ll say.
Update (April 13, 2019):
I have still not had a response from the National Center on Homelessness and Poverty.
Homeless Update 2 (Randyjw; March 26, 2019)
I came back from church dinner tonight to find that my sleeping site has been padlocked.
The skies are black, it’s starting to rain, and I have nowhere to go.
There are some other homeless people sitting across the street to where the building is. From there, where I also was sitting, I just saw a huge, fiery explosion leap into the sky from what appeared to be the rear side of the building. All the lights have gone out in the surrounding vicinity. They briefly came on again, but have since gone out. I heard a loud bang in the interim.
Now, it’s absolutely pouring, and the tree I had moved to wasn’t providing enough cover. I crossed the street to take cover beneath the overhang of a commercial building. Oh, wow. I just heard another big bang. There had been a large, nearby lightning strike, but I don’t know if a transformer has been struck. Maybe G-d is providing the cloak of darkness to us to help protect us, tonight. Maybe he sees our plight and is chastising the city for shutting us out and leaving vulnerable people with very limited options.
As an aside, there has been alot of construction starting up. However, I couldn’t believe the sign I read at one of them. It said: No Soliciting Not Hiring! If I chance to pass by there again, and have enough battery power on my phone and am not too tired to take a photo of it (like I was at the time I saw it), then I’ll try to remember to snap a pic of it to update this post with it. Over and out, for now.
Update: There was a huge fire raging a few blocks away, which now appears to be out. Here are a few pix snapped from where I’m sitting:
I was up all night running around, trying to get away from very scary people who were coming at me all night. They’d stare and stare from 150-200 feet away (?), then start walking toward me and following. I had to go to a motel entrance for safety, and a guy followed me there. Another guy came out of a parking garage, looked for awhile, then weaved toward me. It looked like he had a knife in his right hand. He passed near, then sat with some of the other homeless people I’d been sitting near. I walked around the city for a long time. Another guy doubled back, as did a car: it went straight, instead of making the lefthand turn its car signal indicated, then made a u-turn in the middle of the street, then kept reappearing, going around and around the block.
Oy, vey. I’m so tired.
Update (May 11, 2019):
I recently went back to the location of the No Soliciting Not Hiring sign, and they had removed it. I guess they could always refer them to the hiring manager, go through the motions of pretending to give the applicant a fair review, and just not hire them, anyways. At least it wouldn’t be an in-your-face bad public relations move, as the sign had been…
Yet Again (Randyjw; March 24, 2019)
You don’t even want to read this. I’ve got really bad vibes going on, right now.
A couple of nights ago, at the location next to mine, where I had been beaten up, some people were sitting and talking, some portions of the conversation being overheard by me. They were horrible, and went like this: “I’m gonna f… her! That b…. is mine!” One person piped up, “Don’t f… with her.” A new person in the past two weeks, if that, had shown up at that spot, effectively ousting my friend from it (really, there are no “friends” on the street, as I’ve been told by someone I was nice to, who then went on to start malicious rumors against me), and with whom I had a few mind-bending discussions with regarding religion. There had previously been an older-seeming couple who had occupied that spot, and were, despite their personal lifestyle, essentially “good neighbors.” But, they had left, and when the spot had been vacant for quite some time, I mentioned it to my friend, who started staying there for some time. It is why, in my previous story, I knew that the guy who showed up and beat me up was not, to my knowledge, being truthful in stating that he had been there for a long time, and that I had not been at my own spot for a long time. I actually eventually occupied the former spot of the girl who had started some bad rumors; she permanently left the area, and I waited some time to make sure it was really “clear.” When I had told the guy that there was someone in my spot, and I just let them be without waking them, for a minute he took my side and said, I’m gonna help a sister” and started heading for the sleeping woman. But, I called him back and said no, no, no, and he turned around.
Well, I was fearful that the people having this conversation about a woman was me; but, then I just told myself I was being paranoid. I had seen the tallish, heavyset woman walk by the previous evening, followed by a tallish, heavyset man (both in this group having the conversation), past my spot and around the corner, where nobody really stayed, except for my friend, who had had to take a worse spot out back, and another guy who hides behind one of the building’s external fixtures. The woman also seemed to have asked someone whether they had been talking to the girl in question, to which another guy said, “Just to say ‘hi’ and ‘bye’. I was wondering if the person sitting there had been the one who’d started staying at the spot, with whom I’d conversed with for quite awhile, on separate days.
Anyways, one of the guys from the group got up, and was kindof making as if walking by, but dawdling. Oh, no.. the dawdlers. He turned around and smiled at me, acting friendly, and walked over to where I was. Alarm bells ringing now. He said something, which I didn’t hear, but I told him I don’t like to talk with people at night (it was late afternoon and still light out). My instincts were right. He told me that it had been his brother who had hit me, and that now he was in jail because the cops found him with an ounce of weed on him, and it was my fault because I’d given a description. In all reality, I don’t think I ever described the man, or was asked to by the dispatcher, but only mentioned his sneakers, a blue hoodie (maybe it was a hat…?), and gold in his mouth. Meanwhile, as he kept approaching me, I kept pushing him away. He said all those nasty things to me I’d overheard (I’m gonna f… you. You’re my b….. now. I’m gonna kill you!). We had a struggle, which kindof messed up my back, my hip, and my general body for several days afterward. He wanted me to tell the story, though, so I did, but wound up leaving parts out, in my panic, and as I have in my postings (like it might’ve been the guy who came back, who had said he would – – and while I had met with the police – – and had brought a girl with him and they were smoking that “stuff.” Maybe she alerted them? Who knows! I just tried to warn the girl to get away from that dangerous, violent man. She was trying to mediate between us, ‘cuz I wanted to take the guy’s picture, and he was denying it was him, but when I saw the sneakers, and his blue hat… well…)
The brother mentioned there were no bruises (did he read the report?), and I said, well, there weren’t, but how can you see inside my head? And the guy said his brother said he’d hit me with a pillow. And I was like, I didn’t see any pillow. I basically told him the general story, and then mentioned that his brother just went off on me. He then said, “He lied! That sounds like my brother!”, and was getting upset! Then, I was like no, no, no… I didn’t press charges. Don’t be mad. I really don’t want to be the continued scapegoat in this saga, or drive brothers apart, however thuggish they’ve been. Had I been able to describe him better, or known who he was, and if I hadn’t been lied to (or, euphemistically, been misinformed) regarding the filing fee, then I might’ve. But, there’s this so-called street justice I’ve, unfortunately, got to consider. Here, things really aren’t “just”. And good guys just don’t win.
Update (March 25, 2019):
The “conversationalists” HAD come back. The bad vibes I’d had for a good portion of the evening were leading up to that. I’d felt that people had been watching me as I walked to the spot. I saw a guy talking with a girl, then he went on the outside of the fence (it’s fenced in, now; it’s better “privacy,” but then again, it’d be awhile ’til they found my decomposing body, in the event…
The brother of the guy came over, actually introduced himself (I think I heard his name, but I won’t mention it, here), and stuck out his hand for a handshake. Yeah, right. I wasn’t feeling the love, and I was like, That’s okay; thanks. The heavyset woman was doing her scouting thing, again, walking past me and back, several times. I was like, oh, no… here we go, again… Fortunately, nothing happened, but I did lose hours of sleep worrying, waiting, and watching…
I really need to utilize my time better to try to get myself out of homelessness. WordPress, and the community here, have been my saving grace, my sanity-saver, if you will, from all this madness. However, I may be taking a break, if I can, to focus more on looking for employment, etc. I’ve been writing here for about seven years, or so, and that should be enough of a body of work for anybody to determine if they ever want to hire me for a writing job, or not. I know… don’t give up the day job! So, considering that I don’t have one, I need to find one. I’m not sure that I can really take a break… I need to read you, to feel you, and to express myself, as well. But, if I’m not as active, if at all, you’ll understand the reason why. And, please know that I’m OKAY! Love you all! xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo and 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 !!! Haha!
Purim 5779 (Randyjw; March 19, 2019)
Purim falls on Wednesday, March 20, 2019 (Diaspora) at Sundown.
Love (Eight, I Think; But, Who’s Counting?)
Feelings lead me
to the realization:
that I’m in love.
Scribed (Randyjw; March 17, 2019)
of this art
Is it the nib-side
dipped in the inkwell
or the feather end
stroked across the heart?
Amusings (Randyjw; March 12, 2019)
I have so many issues – –
I’ve been receiving food stamps, fortunately, and unfortunately, for some time now – – both when I was “working poor,” with a roof over my head, and now, when I’m homeless. The allotment works out to approximately six US dollars (USD), per day. It’s difficult, but do-able, to manage the budget for the longer-term, if one has the means to store, via cabinets and a refrigerator, and prepare, via oven/stovetop/fire, the items purchased. Perishability, portability, distance to food sources/resources, mobility, seasonal availability, and dietary considerations involving lifestyle or medical concerns also play huge roles in determining which selections a homeless person might choose.
Food which is sold hot, such as in a restaurant or a fast-food outlet, is not allowed to be purchased via food stamps. Due to this, and reasons stated above, options become somewhat restrictive and limiting. Frozen food is permitted. Hot, prepared food items which have been cooled to sell as refrigerated are also permitted, though usually quite cost-prohibitive. In some instances whereby the means to heat frozen items at its selling location permits, then such items are also allowed. In this way, I’m able to invariably treat myself to the occasional pizza, etc. I’ve done so, it’s good, and the leftovers, because you have to buy it whole, and aren’t allowed to purchase by the slice, seemingly are able to keep for the next day or so without too much spoilage (but, don’t do as I say, because there is a chance of the development of toxin formation).
So, recently I didn’t make it to a charitable gathering (whether faith-group or individually-aided, as many people and families seek to provide food and other comforts to the homeless [thank you!], also), so I decided to get frozen pizza; dinner al fresco a la curbside, and not proud to be, but, be, I am.
So forgive my laughter, although I’m glad to still find humor in such situations, and for such a time as this, but, when I opened the box, and I had seen that it had been cut into exceedingly numerous, thin, triangular slices (too thin to remove without breaking in half), it sent me into peals of laughter. This way, there was plenty “more” to spare. Each time I opened the box, and started to try to count exactly how many actual slices had been cut, I’d start laughing again, and would lose track of the total. It made my day. It kept me going for about one-half hour (and the grand total was sixteen).
Now, some people might be mad at me for laughing – – call me “cruel;” “heartless.” I don’t see it as thus, though. Whatever creature comforts I may have lived with were obtained through the continual hard work of devoted parents. Independently, although I’ve also worked long and hard in various capacities, whether with world renown companies or in relative obscurity, the wages were simply on the low end and it was always a struggle. I’ve personally been pretty poor, have gotten by with no vehicle for many, many years, now, and have been homeless in what will, not long from now, amount to two consecutive years.
I have often, lately, been too tired as I move about from location to location and toting my fifty-plus pounds of belongings with me, such that by the time I should be once more heading out to attend any scheduled church dinners, I’ve been depleted of energy and don’t attend. It’s a vicious cycle, for you need the nutritional value of the food provided, in order to be able to call on the energy in reserve, it provides. It is for these moments, or when there are few or no church dinners (like on weekends, etc.), when food stamps are a practical necessity. And, most people who receive a disability check or have other non-wage incomes receive only a token amount; some people do not even receive food stamps. Others, still, “game” the system for all they can get, I hate to say. There will probably be many mad to read what I’ve written – – whether be it for the pizza, the excess, the US largesse, the lack of food in other countries, and other reasons.
I don’t knock the fact that I’m blessed to live in a free, prosperous and relatively considerate society which takes these factors into concern and provides such means for our population’s needy to possibly secure such assistance, ehen they’ve fallen by the wayside. The costs of doing so is distributed amongst the people, as a whole, each state determining its own specific rules regarding the same, with the overall federal government budget assisting states in helping to fund many of its societal programs, as well.
I’m also glad that the United States, through its individual people, are helping to supply a great deal of humanitarian assistance to the rest of the world, via food, medicine, medical equipment and supplies, development of agrarian, industrial, business and economic opportunities, and the sharing of professional expertise through many avenues. I don’t take any of these things for granted. I don’t think others should do so, either. It’s up to you to be the judge – – but, I hope you’d at least do so after trying on homelessness for two years; I’d be happy for you that you could still find it within to laugh.
Geek Speak (Randyjw; March 12, 2019)
As much as you might cause it to break
is at least as much as the cause of it’s ache
Brummer, David. “Tel Beit Shemesh Excavation Reveals Pivotal First Temple Remains”. breakingisraelnews.com; March 7, 2019:
Bananas Emoji (Randyjw; March 5, 2019)
Enough is Enough: Sign the Petition Against Anti-Israel Bias at the UN
From The Depths (Randyjw; March 4, 2019)
Silencing a voice.
Why would you wish to, when by
love it sounds by choice?
Biblical Film (Randyjw; March 2, 2019)
This is a post about Biblical Film – – or, rather, the exhibition of films about Biblical subjects, given that film did not exist in Biblical times. These types of productions, be they in film, on television, in video, or inscribed via printed form, really float my boat (yes; pun on Noah’s Ark totally intended). The archaeology, the conjecture, the discoveries, the piecing of chronology together with external or material sources, all serves to provide modern-day adventure, reminiscent of another such character played in the movies by Harrison Ford. But, these guys and gals are true Biblical explorers, and I eat this stuff up with relish (no; maybe a little stoneground mustard, though…).
Coming to U.S. theaters for three days of a special event film showing is Patterns of Evidence: the Moses Controversy, distributed by Fathom Events. I haven’t seen it, but it looks like something I would enjoy. A disclosure I should probably admit is that I once worked along the venerated “food chain” amidst the media panoply
Here’s a peak at the trailer:
Sky Writers (Randyjw; February 25, 2019)
A connection, electric within velvet sky,
the rumble of thunder
shared teardrops and smiles
Mid-Air (Randyjw; February 22, 2019)
beneath the clouds
the vastness of silence,
without uttered sound
Night Light (Randyjw; February 17, 2019)
When the moment is right…
It’s always right.
Night after night.
Liquid Amber (Randyjw; February 10, 2019)
In a zephyr state,
there would no space remain
as the wax seal to paper,
or your fragrance
as our blend
Hebrew (Reverso translate):
במצב של צפריר,
Hindi (Reverso translate):
ek zephiyar raajy mein,
एक ज़ेफियर राज्य में,
A Discussion Heard (Randyjw; February 3, 2019)
Two sisters were engaged today in a thoughtful, considerate discussion around the reasons why some people might become homeless. They spoke about how the loss of a job might lead one to no longer be able to afford their bills, leading to the loss of their home, and other such matters.
Their ages? Ten-years- old, and seven-years-old.
It was the most intelligent conversation I’ve heard on this issue, and I hope these two, young sisters go far in life, and maybe become our next leaders.
Homeless Update (Randyjw; February 1, 2019)
There is some good news, and there is some bad news. Don’t read this if you only want the good news. This article will describe my latest experiences as a homeless person, and they are not P.C.-/P.R.-positive, at all.
The good news is that a project I’ve been working on for months, which kept seeing continued miracles and continued setbacks, worked out for me. Yay! What that was is that I was trying to get my driver’s license renewed. It would normally be not such a big deal, provided one has the money to pay for the renewal. Being homeless, I had to apply through a soup kitchen/social services center to receive a check, which they say is funded by a kind benefactor. That’s wonderful, because I really was trying to prevent myself from having yet another disadvantage in a job search by not having a driver license, in case I needed to run errands at work, or something. Without a license, they tend to assume you had a drunk-driving charge and that your license became suspended, or something (which, of course, is not the case). My license just happened to be up for expiry.
First, the soup kitchen said there was plenty of time, and delayed me applying to get a check. Then I applied for and received the check. The good news is that it covers a regular motor vehicle license; the bad news is that they did not provide funds for any extra endorsements you might have, such as my motorcycle license – – so I lost the motorcycle license I’d been working so hard on to complete. I had completed a basic rider motorcycle course prior to moving to Israel, since I could not afford to ship a vehicle, and I just felt that a motorcycle would be an easier and cheaper alternative for me in that country. Little did I know that, when I got there, the license is not transferable, and you still need to go through rounds of classes to obtain an Israeli license. America and Israel do not have the same teaching methodology. So, when I learned in America, I had learned to start off in Neutral and cycle upward through the gears. However, in Israel, they start off in first gear, with brakes applied. I was unaware of this, and was startled that the motorcycle was already in gear, and so the instructor, upon seeing that, made me get off the motorcycle and only ride on a scooter. A scooter seems to me to have a lower center of gravity, with the smaller tires, and heavy-bodied set-up – – not to mention being perched with your knees forward, as if seated in a chair, rather than legs astride a seat, with knees more downward-facing. To me, this made it harder to control, and once I even bumped into the curb, after doing a number of tight figure-eights, and got my foot caught in-between and wound up limping home with a bit of a sprain in my foot/ankle. I eventually would have liked to get a small motorcycle, maybe 150cc or so, with a long, straight seat. After three rounds of classes, and using up quite a large portion of my living stipend in so doing, I passed through and received an Israeli license (although, to this day, I’m not sure if it’s only for a scooter or includes motorcycle up to 500cc – – I think; if I’m recalling correctly). Our class test was on-the road; I kept bringing up the rear… trying to be safety-minded. I think the instructor might have thought I had fears of going faster, perhaps; he eventually told me to go and pass the soldiers who had been leading the front, so I did. In Israel, also, vehicles stop to let pedestrians pass from the sidewalk. They should be doing this, also, in America (especially at a crosswalk – – it’s the law); but, that seems to be only a theoretical consideration in the drivers’ minds, as they blare through the crosswalks, and the crosswalk timer ticks down, and you haven’t even gotten to cross. Even worse, they somehow have badly engineered the timing lights, so that vehicles crossing through an intersection on a left-hand turn, would necessarily run over the pedestrian crossers at the crosswalk, who have gotten the signal to proceed. Crazy.
Well, back to the story. So, I took the check to the drivers’ license office, and wound up unable to pass the basic visual exam of looking into the machine and reading the eye chart. I had thought I might be able to pass the exam with three pairs of second-hand glasses I had already perused to receive – – but, these were not strong enough. When the licensing lady asked me to read line 5, I asked her which one that was; she said it was the green one: I couldn’t even read it. I had already had a prescription for glasses previously; but, when I was staying in the shelters, and leaving my large suitcase of belongings in a low-traffic area outside, it eventually was discovered by somebody, who stole some precious things from me: like my brother’s old t-shirts, which I was wearing to destruction. They also wound up breaking my glasses in two — and since they were fairly scratched up by now, anyways, they had become useless. So, I needed to find a way to get an eye exam and eyeglasses made, since now the licensing division was making it mandatory for me to return an eye doctor exam form that had to be completed by an appropriate eyecare provider to examine my eyes, correct any vision difficulties with glasses or lenses, if possible, and make me able to see, so I could pass my exam and drive again. Oy, yoy, yoy. I went to an agency that helps people with low vision, and they only help place adaptive assistive devices into peoples’ homes. Being that I have no home, they could not help me. They referred me to a place that supposedly, everybody says, offers free exams – – but, they don’t. It’s still $55.00, which I don’t have. I researched my options for free eye exams and glasses online, and discovered a program called OneSight, which partners with companies like LensCrafters and a few others to provide exams and glasses to millions of people worldwide. It seems like a really fantastic program. They build eye laboratory facilities in many countries around the world which might not otherwise have access to such vision care. It helps to provide jobs for the local people, and helps so many people live a greatly enhanced life. I’m so happy for this program. You can read more about OneSight, below. Well, they have these Event Days when they offer the free services to the communities. I had been about three days out from the next one, so I was desperately trying to find a participating LensCrafters location which would do this. I called around and found out that some only provided the glasses, but did not offer the exams, and you would need to bring in a prescription. Well, that counted me out. I had learned that one of the LensCrafters did, it seem, offer both the exam and the glasses. First, though, I had to receive a referral written by a charity group with their tax identification number on organization letterhead, stating that I did not have the financial means to afford an eye exam and eyeglasses. The OneSight website had mentioned that places like Lions Clubs were acceptable. Now, meanwhile, I had let somebody use my cellphone, and they wound up cracking the screen. From there, it splintered into many shards. It then fell about one foot from off my backpack (my fault), and it broke the phone. I needed to get a replacement phone, but they wanted some money to send out a replacement. This was an issue, and I had no way to call anybody, except via a free five-minute limit phone that soup kitchen patrons could use (which was never really enough time to wait on hold for various customer service reps whom you need to speak with). Then, the bus company decided to mess around with me some more and not send out my bus pass. This was very restrictive to my travels via limited-route community service buses, including being able to get to places to eat. It has really been rather difficult, to say the least. The Lions Club said he’d have his secretary send out the letter and to just email him. So, I did. Then, time went by, and when I had to travel to check my mail, this letter would never be there. I followed up with another email. Eventually, the man I had spoken with on the phone (one of those five-minute limit calls), admitted that he had no experience with such a letter, and broadcast emailed to the other Lions Club I had contacted in another city. The other Lions location told the man just to write the letter, but I never have received one. So, the Lions Club really dropped the ball on me, and let something slide for a long time, which greatly detracted from my efforts. Eventually, I just went to the LensCrafters location which had originally said, I believe, that they would perform both the exam and the glasses (as a dry run, to see where it was located). By this time the One Sight Event Day had passed, and it was only offered to the community on the one-day Event Day; and no mention of any further Event Days were even given on the OneSight website; it completely disappeared from off the site. And, it turns out, that particular location had decided that they were no longer going to be offering the free eye exam, but did offer to make my glasses if I could manage to get my own exam and bring them a prescription. So far, no good. Well, the driver license bureau had told me to come in upon the day my license expired (I came in a day or two earlier, just to be sure), and that I could apply for a two month temporary driver permit extension. I was still going through all these problems, miracles/setbacks, yet again and again. One day, due to the constantly inclement weather of late, I decided I would check out a day center where I might be able to warm up for a bit, rather than the usual types of public places available to the homeless, such as a library, where they keep it freezing cold and it’s kindof miserable, or outdoors in a park, where it also can be fairly miserable (and you can’t even lie on your back; you get in trouble for that – – I know; I did, and the police officer ordered me to go back to the soup kitchen, which was quite a distance away. Suddenly, we live in a police state and have no freedom of movement and are ordered about as to where we should be). In the area was located another driver license location and an eyecare place. The bus had overshot my location, and so I had to walk quite a distance to get to the location. I was resting with my bags (three bags, plus a pocketbook, weighing over fifty pounds!) and when I saw the driver license place, it was as if there were bright lights around it and angel voices going, “Ta-Da”. I had a feeling that this was where I needed to be. The only problem was, it was Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, and none of the businesses were open. I waited around to see if someone would eventually open up the Center, but they never did. I did leave them a voicemail, but they never wound up returning my call. It seemed I was beginning to bat out, but I somehow just kept plugging on. Something impressed upon me to return to the Center again, which I did. The people who run the Center came in briefly, and said they would return later, so I waited there, and they never did. I had a feeling that the eyecare place would be my saving grace. And, guess what? It was. They were open the second time I went back, and the very nice optometrist listened to a bit of the efforts I had relayed to him in trying to get an exam, and he agreed to do it for me, so that I could give the prescription and get them made through LensCrafters. Then, better, yet, he went the distance and wanted to do the glasses for me, as well. He was just starting out in this new location for him and told me that had I tried to talk to him even a month ago, he would not even have been there. He’s a small, nicely appointed office, working hard to make it become profitable. He asked me if I believed in G-d; and I said, Yes. Did he? Yes, he did, too. He said he felt like he was being the vessel through which G-d was operating. Now, the countdown was on, and my temporary driver permit was going to momentarily expire in less than a week, and I was waiting for a call from the Doctor to let me know when the glasses came in. It was cutting it soooooo close. I decided to take a trip by bus up there on the last day of expiry and just be nearby, feeling like the glasses would arrive, and that I was doing the right thing. It was, and they did. I was just resting on my bags before walking over to the eyecare place, when they started calling on my phone. For some reason, I haven’t figured out how to answer the phone when I have been doing something else, like texting or whatever, and it doesn’t seem to answer. I missed the call from the Doctor, but called them right back. The glasses were there. I went in, picked up the glasses, and walked over to the driver license place. While in line there, I noticed that the permit was not expiring that day, but had already passed expiration two days ago. It didn’t matter, however; they took the check (to a different license location), the eye exam form, I aced Line 5, and I took a terrible picture, but got my driver license.
Another thing which cut the story down to the wire was that I had recently received a first-time citation for a trespass charge (sleeping on the property of a no-longer-open public facility), and I was being given the option to do a program consisting of community service, and who knows what else, rather than have to go to criminal court. Well, that’s nice; except that the Public Defendant was telling me to place my initials wherever he decided to choose, rather than exp