Primitive revenge
by David Verveer
How utterly stupid and senseless was the execution of Saddam Hussein, I am saying this not because I am against capital punishment, which is a primitive declaration of revenge, but the logic behind it. When they killed the monster, he stopped suffering and stopped feeling, or in other words, they relieved him of his punishment for his crimes. He went to his death, believing that he was the Arab hero, fighting the infidels, one of the most wanted situations in the Moslems world, dying a martyr.
This reminds me of the joke, where a boy was kicked out of the class room, because farting. He was standing in the corridor laughing loudly. Somebody passed by and asked the boy, what is so funny? He said, I farted, and was sent out of the class room, but they remained with the odor.
Executing Saddam is precisely the same stupidity, instead of making him suffer, like his victims did, they freed him by killing him and at the same time made him a martyr and gave those idiots, some more excuses to kill and ruin the original garden of Eve, and why, only for a primitive desire to revenge. How can we ever claim, that we are more intelligent than animals, who do not kill for the fun of it, is beyond my comprehension.
But I will cease protesting, as somebody would think that I care about the death of this beast, and claim his innocence, just the opposite, I tell you, he was not punished enough, and treated like an human, a title, he lost many years ago.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
honor your heroes
Honor your heroes!
By David Verveer
We, Israelis, do not know how to honor our living heroes. Our dead heroes are celebrated and beatified, but only after they departed from this world. For example, look how we treat Retired Colonel Elhanan Tennenbaum, who risked his own life and precautious health, by voluntary entering an hostile country, in order to promote a drug deal (with operators in Dubai), but was kidnapped by the Hezbollah. Would he have succeeded in his business, he would have paid off his gambling debs and would have promoted the sale of cheaper drugs in Israel (an important advantage for young drug users, which have difficulty paying the expensive drug use).
But all this did not happen, as poor Elhanan was kidnapped by those bad boys and kept in confinement (three years, guilty only of embezzlement, drug dealing, betrayal and other irrelevant micro-crimes) by the Hezbollah. The Hezbollah tried to break Elhanan down, in order to betray Israel’s secrets, but apparently, Elhanan did not know sufficiently, in order to satisfy his captors, and his only remaining value was the prisoner swab card. And indeed, as Israel does not leave his courageous soldiers in the hands of the enemy, and specially not high ranking retired Colonels, somehow relate to the ruling class of our society, he was exchanged, together with three dead soldiers for 436 Arab prisoners, plus a German spy.
436 Arab prisoners imprisonment cost is estimated at least 1,300 dollar per capita / yearly or in other words, worth more than 500,000 U.S. dollars per year or in 3 years (average remaining prison time) – 1,500,000 U.S. dollars. Our hero Elhanan saved this expense for you, the Israeli tax payer, with his unselfish and courageous behavior, and for this, he should be praised, but no, we ignore the poor fellow, we make fun of his former precautious health, which, thank the Lord, has remarkably and surprisingly improved, after his return to us.
I am happy to notice that the Government treats Elhanan much better than the media, which was demonstrated recently, when Elhanan admitted that he tried to arrange an international drug deal, and our court declined to charge him for International crimes, as they had reached an agreement not to process his alleged crimes. Imagine, the Government breaking their promise to a guilty (by admission), drug dealer! Who would be prepared to assist in catching real criminals (such as tax offenders, illegal workers, elderly people not paying their taxes, etc.).
Elhanan is only one example of many, silent heroes, trying to do their duty to the nation, without expecting any payment for their sacrifice (did I mention, that Israel paid a pension to Elhanan’s family, during his imprisonment in Lebanon?).
By David Verveer
We, Israelis, do not know how to honor our living heroes. Our dead heroes are celebrated and beatified, but only after they departed from this world. For example, look how we treat Retired Colonel Elhanan Tennenbaum, who risked his own life and precautious health, by voluntary entering an hostile country, in order to promote a drug deal (with operators in Dubai), but was kidnapped by the Hezbollah. Would he have succeeded in his business, he would have paid off his gambling debs and would have promoted the sale of cheaper drugs in Israel (an important advantage for young drug users, which have difficulty paying the expensive drug use).
But all this did not happen, as poor Elhanan was kidnapped by those bad boys and kept in confinement (three years, guilty only of embezzlement, drug dealing, betrayal and other irrelevant micro-crimes) by the Hezbollah. The Hezbollah tried to break Elhanan down, in order to betray Israel’s secrets, but apparently, Elhanan did not know sufficiently, in order to satisfy his captors, and his only remaining value was the prisoner swab card. And indeed, as Israel does not leave his courageous soldiers in the hands of the enemy, and specially not high ranking retired Colonels, somehow relate to the ruling class of our society, he was exchanged, together with three dead soldiers for 436 Arab prisoners, plus a German spy.
436 Arab prisoners imprisonment cost is estimated at least 1,300 dollar per capita / yearly or in other words, worth more than 500,000 U.S. dollars per year or in 3 years (average remaining prison time) – 1,500,000 U.S. dollars. Our hero Elhanan saved this expense for you, the Israeli tax payer, with his unselfish and courageous behavior, and for this, he should be praised, but no, we ignore the poor fellow, we make fun of his former precautious health, which, thank the Lord, has remarkably and surprisingly improved, after his return to us.
I am happy to notice that the Government treats Elhanan much better than the media, which was demonstrated recently, when Elhanan admitted that he tried to arrange an international drug deal, and our court declined to charge him for International crimes, as they had reached an agreement not to process his alleged crimes. Imagine, the Government breaking their promise to a guilty (by admission), drug dealer! Who would be prepared to assist in catching real criminals (such as tax offenders, illegal workers, elderly people not paying their taxes, etc.).
Elhanan is only one example of many, silent heroes, trying to do their duty to the nation, without expecting any payment for their sacrifice (did I mention, that Israel paid a pension to Elhanan’s family, during his imprisonment in Lebanon?).
Monday, December 11, 2006
voor mij bestaat hij niet
Ik heb er genoeg van, ik geloof er niets meer van, allemaal leugens, hij bestaat niet, ik heb hem zijn laatste kans gegeven, maar niets gebeurde, en nu heb ik er genoeg van, Sinterklaas bestaat niet!
Toen ik klein was, had ik van die zogenaamde intelligente vrienden die mij in geheim vertelde, dat Sinterklaas niet bestaat, maar ik geloofde hun niet, zelfs toen ze me vertelde, dat Sinterklaas geen cadeautjes brengt aan Joodse kinderen, en inderdaad, elke 5de December (ik ben niet zeker of het de nacht tussen de 4de en 5de December, of de volgende nacht), bracht de zogenaamde heilige man, cadeautjes, des al niet te min, ik Joods ben. Hoe kon ik toen weten dat mijn moeder, die meestal erg veel van de waarheid hield, mij bedroog met mij te vertellen dat Sinterklaas, die pakketjes had gebracht, in het midden van de nacht, in de stromende regen en koude, heeft die oude man, op zijn schimmel, mij en mijn broers en zus, verrast met speelgoed en snoep (chocolade letters, speculaas poppen, borst-plaat en zo voort.).
Toen ik ouder werd en niet meer in Nederland woonde (in Engeland van mijn 15de tot mijn 19de verjaardag), kreeg ik pakketjes uit Holland, van mijn moeder, die schreef dat Sinterklaas voor mij deze cadeautjes had gebracht, en ik geloofde haar, want ik zag geen enkele reden voor een leugen, vooral niet van mijn moeder, die altijd gelijk had.
Toen immigreerde ik naar Israël en een pionier werd (in de woestijn), en begreep ik dat onze lieve Sint niet naar een kibboets in de woestijn kon komen voor mij alleen, dus alleen, zonder peper noten, zat ik voor twee nachten buiten, met heimwee naar het verleden dat nooit meer terug komt.
Gedurende de jaren die daar op volgden, werd mijn herinnering van de goede Sint steeds vager, en ging de 5 December voorbij, zonder dat ik aan hem dacht, tot men de Internet schiep (het verleden van schapen, niet die wollige beestjes, maar hokus-pokus), en toen mij elke morgen met Hollandse kranten, mij terug bracht naar het sinterklaas festiviteiten.
Nu dat ik volwassen ben, begrijp ik niet waarom de knecht (of moet ik nu, “eerste assistent” zeggen) van Sinterklaas is een Afrikaanse (of Surinaamse) zwart gekleurde allochtoon , waarom kan de goede Sint niet met een vol bloed Nederlander (of uit de Europese Unie) werken, of bijvoorbeeld een Joodse Witte Piet, waarom niet, zelfs de Paus heeft gezegd dat de Joden, Jezus niet hebben gekruisigd, maar ik had het over mijn persoonlijke relatie met de (schijn)heilige man, en niet over discriminatie in Nederland.
Zoals ik al zei, toen ik door de kranten weer terug in de Sinterklaas atmosfeer terug kwam, besloot ik hem een laatste kans te geven, en als hij deze keer weer niet reageert, hij voor mij passé is, voor altijd, uit punt.
Hier in Israël is het niet koud genoeg voor schoorsteen kachels, dus hebben we geen schoorstenen, verder kousen (lange) gebruiken we ook niet, en dragen we alleen maar sokken (en daar kan niet veel in, speciaal die stretch sokken van vandaag), dus wat moet ik waar ophangen, dat die schlemiel van een Piet, aan de Sint kan vertellen, dat er nog een adres is, waar zijn cadeautjes worden verwacht?
Maar ik ben niet lui, en na een beetje planning, heb ik een twintig tal bakstenen gekocht, en daarmee een imitatie schoorsteen gebouwd, en in plaats van kousen, mijn vrouw haar nylon kousen opgehangen, met erin een duidelijk lijstje van mijn verzoeken (in Engels, Nederlands en Hebreeuws, je kan nooit weten) , en op Sint's nacht, nadat ik Sinterklaas kapoentje, Zie ginds komt de stoomboot uit Spanje weer aan, en voor de zekerheid ook, wie Neerlands bloed ineen potje doet, had gezongen, ging ik naar bed (ik had natuurlijk het raam open gelaten, anders hoe komt hij er in).
De morgen kwam, ik rende naar mijn vrouw, haar kous, maar nee hoor, hij heeft de laatste kans aan hem voorbij laten gaan, en ik had geen overdreven verlanglijstje, ik wou alleen maar vrede hebben, en een adres in Israël waar ik Gelderse Rookworst kon kopen, dat is niet overdreven, niet waar?
Dus voor mij, Sinterklaas is uit en Hanukaklaus in, (Hanuka valt dit jaar in de laatste week van December, 8 dagen lang). Mij zullen jullie niet meer horen zingen over die vent uit Spanje, en zijn huppelende paard. Ik zing nu uit volle borst:
Hanuka klaus kapoentje, gooi wat in mijn schoentje, de rest ben ik vergeten.
Luitjes al de beste wensen voor een geweldig nieuw jaar, zalig uiteinde, gezondheid, vrede, en een goede hoeveelheid van plezier en geluk, lachen is altijd beter dan huilen.
Toen ik klein was, had ik van die zogenaamde intelligente vrienden die mij in geheim vertelde, dat Sinterklaas niet bestaat, maar ik geloofde hun niet, zelfs toen ze me vertelde, dat Sinterklaas geen cadeautjes brengt aan Joodse kinderen, en inderdaad, elke 5de December (ik ben niet zeker of het de nacht tussen de 4de en 5de December, of de volgende nacht), bracht de zogenaamde heilige man, cadeautjes, des al niet te min, ik Joods ben. Hoe kon ik toen weten dat mijn moeder, die meestal erg veel van de waarheid hield, mij bedroog met mij te vertellen dat Sinterklaas, die pakketjes had gebracht, in het midden van de nacht, in de stromende regen en koude, heeft die oude man, op zijn schimmel, mij en mijn broers en zus, verrast met speelgoed en snoep (chocolade letters, speculaas poppen, borst-plaat en zo voort.).
Toen ik ouder werd en niet meer in Nederland woonde (in Engeland van mijn 15de tot mijn 19de verjaardag), kreeg ik pakketjes uit Holland, van mijn moeder, die schreef dat Sinterklaas voor mij deze cadeautjes had gebracht, en ik geloofde haar, want ik zag geen enkele reden voor een leugen, vooral niet van mijn moeder, die altijd gelijk had.
Toen immigreerde ik naar Israël en een pionier werd (in de woestijn), en begreep ik dat onze lieve Sint niet naar een kibboets in de woestijn kon komen voor mij alleen, dus alleen, zonder peper noten, zat ik voor twee nachten buiten, met heimwee naar het verleden dat nooit meer terug komt.
Gedurende de jaren die daar op volgden, werd mijn herinnering van de goede Sint steeds vager, en ging de 5 December voorbij, zonder dat ik aan hem dacht, tot men de Internet schiep (het verleden van schapen, niet die wollige beestjes, maar hokus-pokus), en toen mij elke morgen met Hollandse kranten, mij terug bracht naar het sinterklaas festiviteiten.
Nu dat ik volwassen ben, begrijp ik niet waarom de knecht (of moet ik nu, “eerste assistent” zeggen) van Sinterklaas is een Afrikaanse (of Surinaamse) zwart gekleurde allochtoon , waarom kan de goede Sint niet met een vol bloed Nederlander (of uit de Europese Unie) werken, of bijvoorbeeld een Joodse Witte Piet, waarom niet, zelfs de Paus heeft gezegd dat de Joden, Jezus niet hebben gekruisigd, maar ik had het over mijn persoonlijke relatie met de (schijn)heilige man, en niet over discriminatie in Nederland.
Zoals ik al zei, toen ik door de kranten weer terug in de Sinterklaas atmosfeer terug kwam, besloot ik hem een laatste kans te geven, en als hij deze keer weer niet reageert, hij voor mij passé is, voor altijd, uit punt.
Hier in Israël is het niet koud genoeg voor schoorsteen kachels, dus hebben we geen schoorstenen, verder kousen (lange) gebruiken we ook niet, en dragen we alleen maar sokken (en daar kan niet veel in, speciaal die stretch sokken van vandaag), dus wat moet ik waar ophangen, dat die schlemiel van een Piet, aan de Sint kan vertellen, dat er nog een adres is, waar zijn cadeautjes worden verwacht?
Maar ik ben niet lui, en na een beetje planning, heb ik een twintig tal bakstenen gekocht, en daarmee een imitatie schoorsteen gebouwd, en in plaats van kousen, mijn vrouw haar nylon kousen opgehangen, met erin een duidelijk lijstje van mijn verzoeken (in Engels, Nederlands en Hebreeuws, je kan nooit weten) , en op Sint's nacht, nadat ik Sinterklaas kapoentje, Zie ginds komt de stoomboot uit Spanje weer aan, en voor de zekerheid ook, wie Neerlands bloed ineen potje doet, had gezongen, ging ik naar bed (ik had natuurlijk het raam open gelaten, anders hoe komt hij er in).
De morgen kwam, ik rende naar mijn vrouw, haar kous, maar nee hoor, hij heeft de laatste kans aan hem voorbij laten gaan, en ik had geen overdreven verlanglijstje, ik wou alleen maar vrede hebben, en een adres in Israël waar ik Gelderse Rookworst kon kopen, dat is niet overdreven, niet waar?
Dus voor mij, Sinterklaas is uit en Hanukaklaus in, (Hanuka valt dit jaar in de laatste week van December, 8 dagen lang). Mij zullen jullie niet meer horen zingen over die vent uit Spanje, en zijn huppelende paard. Ik zing nu uit volle borst:
Hanuka klaus kapoentje, gooi wat in mijn schoentje, de rest ben ik vergeten.
Luitjes al de beste wensen voor een geweldig nieuw jaar, zalig uiteinde, gezondheid, vrede, en een goede hoeveelheid van plezier en geluk, lachen is altijd beter dan huilen.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
commemorating Beni Sela's flight
Commemorating Beni Sela’s flight
By David Verveer
In an example of rare cooperation of several Governmental Offices, The Third Secretary of the Ministry of the vice Assistant Prime Minister of Israel and Jewish colonies anywhere, announced yesterday at an hasty assembled Press conference, that several Government offices were found willing to give their full hearted support to arrange an Audio Visual Exhibition of the “Beni Sela flight for freedom”, which came to a sudden and drastic end, when Beni, tired and hungry, allowed the courageous police force to capture him, after having tasted freedom for more than 15 days.
The exhibition, which can be seen in the lobby of the Tel Aviv Court of Justice, the site were it all started, will have loop recordings of the flight (included the reconstructed educational first stage of the flight, played by the handcuffed policeman, managing to climb the wall and disappear just as Beni Sela himself (we hope this policeman realizes his potentials as filmstar). Of course, the file, which Sela claimed to have forgotten, which was recovered by the intelligent policeman, thus allowing Sela to escape, can be seen, together with the handcuffs (slightly damaged ) and the foot chains, which were recovered later in the Prison stores, and look like new (never used).
An other important exhibit will be the bicycle stolen by Sela, during his Sharon epoch. Fascinating is the exhibit of the tap, from which Sela drunk, and the bundle of sacks, on which he rested his tired limbs.
An highlight is of course the photo taken by the security guard at Kibbutz Kinneret, showing Sela sitting in a stolen car waiting to enter the kibbutz.
The girl which was questioned by Sela in the kibbutz, which made her famous country wide, explains in a video recorded, her memories of the meeting.
If I understand correctly, the shower hat, at the home of Sela’s relatives in the northern town of Nesher, used by Sela, on the last day of the flight, will be bought for a considerable sum, by the Ministry of Internal Security, in order to show their involvement in the capture.
The civil guards which finally tied up Sela, after he exhausted gave up the fight, can be seen in a mocked up demonstration, hitting Sela, when safely bound.
In the last phase of the exhibition, one can see a list of police and prison personnel of all ranks, responsible of finally safeguarding the public of the menace called Sela, and an early estimate on how much this escape has cost the tax payer.
We think this exhibition is a must for school children and students, in order to teach an essential part of citizenship, and show them the high cost we civilian pays for internal security.
The suggestion of having a yearly Sela flight memorial day on the 8th of December is by all means, extremely educational, and should be combined with an annual open day at Israel’s prisons.
By David Verveer
In an example of rare cooperation of several Governmental Offices, The Third Secretary of the Ministry of the vice Assistant Prime Minister of Israel and Jewish colonies anywhere, announced yesterday at an hasty assembled Press conference, that several Government offices were found willing to give their full hearted support to arrange an Audio Visual Exhibition of the “Beni Sela flight for freedom”, which came to a sudden and drastic end, when Beni, tired and hungry, allowed the courageous police force to capture him, after having tasted freedom for more than 15 days.
The exhibition, which can be seen in the lobby of the Tel Aviv Court of Justice, the site were it all started, will have loop recordings of the flight (included the reconstructed educational first stage of the flight, played by the handcuffed policeman, managing to climb the wall and disappear just as Beni Sela himself (we hope this policeman realizes his potentials as filmstar). Of course, the file, which Sela claimed to have forgotten, which was recovered by the intelligent policeman, thus allowing Sela to escape, can be seen, together with the handcuffs (slightly damaged ) and the foot chains, which were recovered later in the Prison stores, and look like new (never used).
An other important exhibit will be the bicycle stolen by Sela, during his Sharon epoch. Fascinating is the exhibit of the tap, from which Sela drunk, and the bundle of sacks, on which he rested his tired limbs.
An highlight is of course the photo taken by the security guard at Kibbutz Kinneret, showing Sela sitting in a stolen car waiting to enter the kibbutz.
The girl which was questioned by Sela in the kibbutz, which made her famous country wide, explains in a video recorded, her memories of the meeting.
If I understand correctly, the shower hat, at the home of Sela’s relatives in the northern town of Nesher, used by Sela, on the last day of the flight, will be bought for a considerable sum, by the Ministry of Internal Security, in order to show their involvement in the capture.
The civil guards which finally tied up Sela, after he exhausted gave up the fight, can be seen in a mocked up demonstration, hitting Sela, when safely bound.
In the last phase of the exhibition, one can see a list of police and prison personnel of all ranks, responsible of finally safeguarding the public of the menace called Sela, and an early estimate on how much this escape has cost the tax payer.
We think this exhibition is a must for school children and students, in order to teach an essential part of citizenship, and show them the high cost we civilian pays for internal security.
The suggestion of having a yearly Sela flight memorial day on the 8th of December is by all means, extremely educational, and should be combined with an annual open day at Israel’s prisons.
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
forbidden knowledge
Dear Mrs. Tamir, since when, we teach historical truth?
By David Verveer
It is a terrible mistake to allow Israeli children to learn their history, by revealing to them that our armies, in our glorious war of independence did not manage to conquer the entire territory, promised to us by ”G-d” himself, but had to agree to an cease fire agreement, which left the Yehuda, Shomron, the Golan and the Gaza Strip outside Israel.
Such information, even though, part of our recent history, will give our children the comprehension why our enemies make claims that the West Bank, etc. are occupied territories, and question the legality of settlements outside this blasted green line. Such information is dangerous and leads to far fetched demands of justice, such as, return to the old armistice lines, as was agreed in ’48 and recognized by the World.
Instead of teaching our kids real history, we could teach more fiction on the mighty Jewish empire during the period of King Salomon, as base for conquering some more territories, so that our people could return to their historical birth rights.
Historical facts are irrelevant, as history is written by reporters and outsiders, for example, the fictional story we teach our children about the so-called heroes at the Masada, (not to mention stories of the recent past).
The DNA of our Palestinian enemies have many similarities to DNA of our settler brothers, could it be that our historical claims are shared by Palestinian descendants of the lost tribes, who did not disappear, but stayed put, while our ancestors went abroad, to look for a better life?
Of course, DNA is no proof what so ever, we accept Jews from India with a DNA which has no similarities to those of Jews, but are converted by Orthodox Rabbis, but reject DNA cousins forcefully converted to Islam, as our enemies, even though, they continued to live in a land, that was promised to their offspring too (irrelevant to what their religious beliefs would be).
I think the Settlers, together with the Rabbinical Council should prepare a list of historical facts not to be told to our children, a type of black list, and every book which mentions those forbidden information should be burned at the main town square, in a suitable ceremony, accompanied with prayer and dancing zealots. Children, which by accident, learned about the Green Line, should be sent to camps to be reeducated. Teachers who, even though, strictly forbidden, teach this dangerous and forbidden material, should be sent to guard the settlements, and go with the courageous settlers, harvesting olives in the by Palestinian occupied orchards.
I don’t know what happened to us, tomorrow, those socialists will start teaching the evolution of Darwin, and tell us that we are descendants of monkeys or pigs.
By David Verveer
It is a terrible mistake to allow Israeli children to learn their history, by revealing to them that our armies, in our glorious war of independence did not manage to conquer the entire territory, promised to us by ”G-d” himself, but had to agree to an cease fire agreement, which left the Yehuda, Shomron, the Golan and the Gaza Strip outside Israel.
Such information, even though, part of our recent history, will give our children the comprehension why our enemies make claims that the West Bank, etc. are occupied territories, and question the legality of settlements outside this blasted green line. Such information is dangerous and leads to far fetched demands of justice, such as, return to the old armistice lines, as was agreed in ’48 and recognized by the World.
Instead of teaching our kids real history, we could teach more fiction on the mighty Jewish empire during the period of King Salomon, as base for conquering some more territories, so that our people could return to their historical birth rights.
Historical facts are irrelevant, as history is written by reporters and outsiders, for example, the fictional story we teach our children about the so-called heroes at the Masada, (not to mention stories of the recent past).
The DNA of our Palestinian enemies have many similarities to DNA of our settler brothers, could it be that our historical claims are shared by Palestinian descendants of the lost tribes, who did not disappear, but stayed put, while our ancestors went abroad, to look for a better life?
Of course, DNA is no proof what so ever, we accept Jews from India with a DNA which has no similarities to those of Jews, but are converted by Orthodox Rabbis, but reject DNA cousins forcefully converted to Islam, as our enemies, even though, they continued to live in a land, that was promised to their offspring too (irrelevant to what their religious beliefs would be).
I think the Settlers, together with the Rabbinical Council should prepare a list of historical facts not to be told to our children, a type of black list, and every book which mentions those forbidden information should be burned at the main town square, in a suitable ceremony, accompanied with prayer and dancing zealots. Children, which by accident, learned about the Green Line, should be sent to camps to be reeducated. Teachers who, even though, strictly forbidden, teach this dangerous and forbidden material, should be sent to guard the settlements, and go with the courageous settlers, harvesting olives in the by Palestinian occupied orchards.
I don’t know what happened to us, tomorrow, those socialists will start teaching the evolution of Darwin, and tell us that we are descendants of monkeys or pigs.
Friday, November 17, 2006
advise to the unborn
An advise to the unborn
By David Verveer
By David Verveer
It might be the most important decision in your life, selecting when, where and to whom to be a born. Choosing the most suitable parents is not something to mismanage, as this decision will influence your entire life.
When you will be standing in the hall where all elements (I am not sure if the word “elements” is correctly used, but the reader can always replace it with a more suitable term) are distributed, do not waste too much time on external features such as: a small nose, blue eyes, medium sized ears, nice looking legs, etc. as those, in our modern time, can be adjusted by simple operations.
When in the queue for brains, remember, too much brain power, will endanger your chance in becoming somebody important and / or content. General, too clever people are not liked very well, specially if they feel obliged to tell the truth. I would go, if I was you for a medium size unit, with many practical add-ons . Don’t worry too much about the I.Q., people with very low I.Qs came to be very important people (even presidents).
Going to the next station, religions and beliefs, choose something vague, something adoptable and easy going, don’t get caught in the trap of the very religious , irrelevant which religion, because it will make your life a living hell. Nationality and country is irrelevant, everywhere is fine, but personally, I prefer the warmer climates.
Now, the next station is where you choose your constitution, with elements such as pessimism, optimism, happiness, feelings, caution, hate, fanatics, etc, it is difficult to advise you, however, I would rather go for the positive alternatives, even though, they are less suitable for our modern living conditions.
Now you come to the station where one chooses your parents, pay attention, this is very important, do not choose “do-gooders”, a waste of time, also “over achievers” will not bring you the happiness you deserve. Try to go for the “professionals”, people happy with what they are and do , “idealists and pioneers” should not be selected, as they have no time for their own offspring, as they are too busy in trying to become immortal. It is important to examine the size of family, too many brothers and sisters, might be less desirable than a smaller family, but never agree to be an only child, as the attention smothers.
Rich or poor parents is less important, as fortune changes several times during lifetime, too rich or too poor are like all elements with “too” in it, to be evaded, try to go for “comfortable”.
As last station you can upload such features as “appetite”, “scholarship”, “adjustability”, “friendship”, “adoptability” and important features such as “humor” and “menschlichkeit ” (being a human in Yiddish), take a little bid of all, but a large portions of the last two elements.
I wish you success with your selections, and hope to see you soon, on this side of the border.
an archeological find from king david's period
An archeological find from the King David period
By David Verveer
By David Verveer
To all protestors, please note: this is a fictional story, based on some facts from the past and present.
It begins with the current discovery of a tunnel in Jerusalem, which leads to the pool used by King David. The digs, which have been underway for years, are located in David's city, west of the Wailing Wall. A year ago, archeologists discovered a pool from the days of the Second Temple, that have been used by pilgrims to Jerusalem, to refresh them after their long journey. Recently, the edge of the tunnel was discovered in the digs. Archeologists posit that it leads to a pool, originally located next to the garden full of fruit trees, where King David and other kings of the dynasty used to bathe.
Professor Heinrich Gurnicht Mit Leber, or the Caracataca University of Colombia, on his Sabbatical, participating in the above dig, discovered last year an ancient jar, buried in the tunnel pass way, in which a scroll was found, revealing a report during the reign of King David, and political power structure, of those days. The scroll is written in ancient Hebrew, and seems to be written by court priests serving the temple, during the reign of David's son, King Salomon. Like most of the written material found from this period, the scroll was never completed, and the story told, does not show, how those serious political problems influenced the final years of the reign of King David.
The story deals with the period when David had become king of both Judah and Israel. He had consolidated the kingdom, and declared the town Jebus as the countries capital, named Jerusalem. He built a palace and intended to built a temple. He subjected most of Israel's neighbors, with exception of the Ammonites, which were not completely defeated. The Chief General fighting the Ammonites was named Joab, who commanded the troops on the front, while King David remained in his palace home in Jerusalem.
According to the scrolls, King David scrolls about the rooftop of his palace on a hot night, and happen to see a girl bathing completely naked on a roof nearby. He was struck with her beauty, and the following day tried to discover her identity. It was a girl named "B" married to Uriah, a Hittite, serving as General, in David's army. According the investigation run by Nathan, the prophet and head of the moral police of those days, David kidnapped "B", and raped her, (according her version of the story, while the king insist, they only talked) before sending her home.
"B", informed the king that she was pregnant and expecting a child, which according her, was David's offspring. It is not clear from the story, if this was an attempt of blackmail the king by "B". But it appears that David ordered his chief of staff, Joab to make sure that Uriah would be sent to the most dangerous front, fighting with the Amonnites. And indeed, in the next battle, Uriah got killed.
Nathan's team investigating a complaint for alleged rape and other charges, believed the material collected so far contained sufficient evidence for at least three charges in the affair, based on the evidence it appears highly likely that the team will recommend indicting the king on three charges. While the evidence is strong regarding the charges of sexual harassment, in other matters, improper conduct in the granting of pardons and spying on the king's service men, more evidence will be needed to make it stick.
Nathan, in a meeting with the King, advised him to retire from reign, ahead of publishing the report of the investigating team. There is no evidence of the king taking the advise of Nathan, but as said before the scroll was not completed and we will never know, how the King managed to continue his reign, after such a scandal. \n \nEpilogue:\nThe above mentioned girl "B", according the bible story appears to be a girl named Bathsheba, but it could be that there were more girls indicated by the letter "B".
Nathan, in a meeting with the King, advised him to retire from reign, ahead of publishing the report of the investigating team. There is no evidence of the king taking the advise of Nathan, but as said before the scroll was not completed and we will never know, how the King managed to continue his reign, after such a scandal.
Epilogue:
The above mentioned girl "B", according the bible story appears to be a girl named Bathsheba, but it could be that there were more girls indicated by the letter "B".
Forgetfullness
Loss of memory
By David Verveer
This is not about me, I NEVER FORGET ANYTHING, yes dear, I will take the trash!
Forgetfulness comes with the age, there is not much you can do about it, simply your brain which works like a computer, is not able anymore to contain the enormous quantity of information stacked, and start pushing parts of your memory into deep black corners of your brains daily operation. Before I forget, I tell you some silly old age jokes, illustrating the problem:
· An older gentleman told his grandson that the second thing that goes, when you get old, is your memory, the grandson asks, what is the first, on which granny replied, I forgot.
· Two old friends meet after many years, the one says to the other, you remember, we both run after the same girl, his friend agreed and said, I remember it clearly, but what I don’t remember, is why?
· An older man was told that he forgot to close his fly, he replied that is nothing, the trouble is when I forget to open it.
But I too, am getting older, and forgot most of those stupid jokes, thus let us get one moment serious, and discuss the problem, and please be so kind to remind me now, what was again the subject?
The grade of forgetfulness is different for any individual, and also when it starts to take effect. First , one does not realize the process, when somebody pried himself, never to forget a name, suddenly he sees a face, which he can not label with a name. This is specially irritant when you see a movie, and the film star is familiar to you, but you can not remember, from which film. With me, that is terrible annoying, as I don’t like to give in, and spend nights on placing this guy or lady. Also these things happen, when you meet somebody removed of his usual environment, I met during the Yom Kippur war in Sinai an officer, who was extremely familiar, but still we both could not recollect from where we knew each other, we tried the army, but he was much younger, we tried the neighborhood, but he lived in another place, etc., until we got fed up with trying and parted. A few months later, after I got back to the office, I suddenly saw him, and realized that he was the owner of a blueprint shop, who served our office on a daily base.
The brain does not work logical, according the filing system: first in, first out, just the opposite, one remembers things which happened 50 years ago, much better than what happened last week. In my case, I underwent in my youth, the trauma of the holocaust , that were only 3 to 5 years of my life, but I still vividly remember most pleasant memories of those days, (thank God, the bad memories I forgot and try to push back in the dim, even, when artificially, I am forced to think about those days, due to yearly memorial days.
Memory Loss With Aging: What's Normal, What's Not (copied from the website: familydoctor.org)
How does the brain store information?
Information is stored in different parts of your memory. Information stored in the short-term memory may include the name of a person you met moments ago. Information stored in the recent memory may include what you ate for breakfast.
Information stored in the remote memory includes things that you stored in your memory years ago, such as memories of childhood.
How does aging change the brain?
Beginning when you're in your 20s, you begin to lose brain cells a few at a time. Your body also starts to make less of the chemicals your brain cells need to work. The older you are, the more these changes can affect your memory. Aging may affect memory by changing the way your brain stores information and by making it harder to recall stored information. Your short-term and remote memories aren't usually affected by aging. But your recent memory may be affected. You may forget names of people you've met recently. These are normal changes.
What about when I know a word but can't recall it?
This is usually just a glitch in your memory. You'll almost always remember the word with time. This may become more common as you age. It can be very frustrating, but it's not usually serious. (end quote).
I am of course not talking about Alzheimer and other memory losing illnesses, which are tragic, and hope that soon cures are found for these, as memory is the only thing, which makes somebody so special.
To be able to put memories on paper (or in the computer) is very important, as family and descendants have the right to know the historical days and happenings, and comprehend those days, so different but also so similar to the present. Specially when efforts trying to recall and record the past, helps fighting loss of memory.
Memory means many things, personality, experience, love, fright and professionalism, without it, one is a living death.
By David Verveer
This is not about me, I NEVER FORGET ANYTHING, yes dear, I will take the trash!
Forgetfulness comes with the age, there is not much you can do about it, simply your brain which works like a computer, is not able anymore to contain the enormous quantity of information stacked, and start pushing parts of your memory into deep black corners of your brains daily operation. Before I forget, I tell you some silly old age jokes, illustrating the problem:
· An older gentleman told his grandson that the second thing that goes, when you get old, is your memory, the grandson asks, what is the first, on which granny replied, I forgot.
· Two old friends meet after many years, the one says to the other, you remember, we both run after the same girl, his friend agreed and said, I remember it clearly, but what I don’t remember, is why?
· An older man was told that he forgot to close his fly, he replied that is nothing, the trouble is when I forget to open it.
But I too, am getting older, and forgot most of those stupid jokes, thus let us get one moment serious, and discuss the problem, and please be so kind to remind me now, what was again the subject?
The grade of forgetfulness is different for any individual, and also when it starts to take effect. First , one does not realize the process, when somebody pried himself, never to forget a name, suddenly he sees a face, which he can not label with a name. This is specially irritant when you see a movie, and the film star is familiar to you, but you can not remember, from which film. With me, that is terrible annoying, as I don’t like to give in, and spend nights on placing this guy or lady. Also these things happen, when you meet somebody removed of his usual environment, I met during the Yom Kippur war in Sinai an officer, who was extremely familiar, but still we both could not recollect from where we knew each other, we tried the army, but he was much younger, we tried the neighborhood, but he lived in another place, etc., until we got fed up with trying and parted. A few months later, after I got back to the office, I suddenly saw him, and realized that he was the owner of a blueprint shop, who served our office on a daily base.
The brain does not work logical, according the filing system: first in, first out, just the opposite, one remembers things which happened 50 years ago, much better than what happened last week. In my case, I underwent in my youth, the trauma of the holocaust , that were only 3 to 5 years of my life, but I still vividly remember most pleasant memories of those days, (thank God, the bad memories I forgot and try to push back in the dim, even, when artificially, I am forced to think about those days, due to yearly memorial days.
Memory Loss With Aging: What's Normal, What's Not (copied from the website: familydoctor.org)
How does the brain store information?
Information is stored in different parts of your memory. Information stored in the short-term memory may include the name of a person you met moments ago. Information stored in the recent memory may include what you ate for breakfast.
Information stored in the remote memory includes things that you stored in your memory years ago, such as memories of childhood.
How does aging change the brain?
Beginning when you're in your 20s, you begin to lose brain cells a few at a time. Your body also starts to make less of the chemicals your brain cells need to work. The older you are, the more these changes can affect your memory. Aging may affect memory by changing the way your brain stores information and by making it harder to recall stored information. Your short-term and remote memories aren't usually affected by aging. But your recent memory may be affected. You may forget names of people you've met recently. These are normal changes.
What about when I know a word but can't recall it?
This is usually just a glitch in your memory. You'll almost always remember the word with time. This may become more common as you age. It can be very frustrating, but it's not usually serious. (end quote).
I am of course not talking about Alzheimer and other memory losing illnesses, which are tragic, and hope that soon cures are found for these, as memory is the only thing, which makes somebody so special.
To be able to put memories on paper (or in the computer) is very important, as family and descendants have the right to know the historical days and happenings, and comprehend those days, so different but also so similar to the present. Specially when efforts trying to recall and record the past, helps fighting loss of memory.
Memory means many things, personality, experience, love, fright and professionalism, without it, one is a living death.
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