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About Me, Myself, and I:

(Originally created December-January of 2010-2011)

I was born in Tel Aviv, Israel. I then toddled my way through Bayside and grew up the rest of the way in South Bellmore, New York. Afterwards, I just grew out in Long Beach and Kew Garden Hills, New York. For the next chapters of my life, I lived many years in Phoenix, Arizona and Eilat, Israel. Currently, I am living out my latest adventure just north of Tel Aviv.

I’m a Cynical Optimist with Vain Altruistic tendencies. Once modern orthodox, now modern Jew, I like the simple life, doing what feels right, not just going through the motions because it’s what’s expected. The most valuable thing of all to me is my children. I love spending time with my two most wonderful lights in my life. My son always has an interesting outlook on life and is always capable of reminding me what is really important and what’s not. My daughter is carefree, the way she should be, and knows how to get almost anything she really, really, really [emphasis on the last really] wants from me. She loves to be babied, but she also knows how to look after the old man. Both my children are super inquisitive and, from time to time, ask me questions for which I have to do some research in order to find the answer to. Simple answers will not do for these two. I will do anything I can to spend as much time as possible with my kids, even if it means that I have to bend over backwards, practically breaking my back and snapping my spine. A few times a week I work out, but am still waiting to be afflicted with the bug everyone is talking about that will make me not want to miss a session and bring me to the point that I cannot live without it. So, I’m schlepping myself to the gym, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting… I have also begun taking Salsa/Rumba classes. No toes have been stepped on so far, but I have almost taken off a couple of heads. It would probably be better if I could feel the rhythm since I don’t hear it very well. I’m psyched about beginning school! Haven’t seriously been to school since Glasnost/Perestroika and my last thesis was on the convertibility of the Ruble. So I have donned the backpack filled with school supplies with the intention of obtaining a PhD in “The Fourth World and the Right of Self Determination in International Law” and the title of PD Dr. habil. and teach. Am I crazy? Am I delusional? Probably, so consider yourselves forewarned and interact with me at your own peril.

There was a time when I communicated in more languages than English and Hebrew (my son is always correcting my Hebrew and teaching me new words while my daughter is always trying to improve my accent. It doesn’t always work, though. Perhaps my noggin is a little thick at times). I once read, wrote and spoke in Spanish on a semi-frequent basis before I moved to Israel. When my son was two, I was excited to see that his kindergarten teacher was from Argentina. I tried to communicate in Spanish, just so that I could practice. She laughed her A$$ off while I just looked at her, scratching my head. Was my Spanish really that bad? Even then it was a number of years since I had spoken. When she relaxed a little to take a breath or two, she informed me that I was not speaking in Spanish, rather in Mexican. Moving on, there was a time where I could read and write in French. Speaking French was too tough for me and I could never get a hang of it, and when someone spoke to me in French, it might as well have been in Cantonese. If they didn’t write it out on a piece of paper, I was totally lost. Another language I used to communicate in was American Sign Language. That form of communication ended when I left Phoenix. I tried to learn Israeli Sign Language, but it was hard to find a practice partner in Eilat. Now that I live Up North (or, as the rest of the country says, in the Center – when you live in Eilat, everything is “Up North”), perhaps I will reattempt to learn ISL and look for someone to work with. Anyways, I doubt that I could communicate in Spanish, French or ASL anymore since I didn’t really have the opportunity to practice (or perhaps it’s more that I haven’t made the opportunity). It seems that the old adage, “if you don’t use it, you lose it,” is quite correct. Ok, enough with the egocentrism and on to the narcissism.

Making people smile and feel good are one of the things I enjoy doing most. I would like to think that I have a sense of humor, though my brother tells me that most people don’t get me because it goes over their head. OK, my humor’s kind of dry, but my cousin always laughs at my jokes. Or is she laughing at me? Who cares, the end result is the same: She’s laughing. Then again, my students always laughed at my jokes and so do my kids. Now, if kids laugh at my jokes, then I must be funny. Am I right or am I right (that was a rhetorical question, please don’t answer)? The only real problem (or peeve, gripe, vexation – fill in any synonym you feel appropriate) I have is (drum roll please): cigarettes. I can’t stand the smell of cigarette smoke. I don’t care which brand or how it’s smoked. I don’t care if it is on the clothes, in the hair, in the next room, across the hall, three meters away, or across the street. I get a whiff of it, and I’m in a less than a fine and dandy mood. The only smoke that I will tolerate is that coming from a grill with a nice thick steak cooked slightly less than medium. That said, I do, for some reason I have no idea why and only to a certain extent, like the smell of smoke from a high quality cigar or pipe. For me this is really weird, because I don’t smoke myself and absolutely refuse to become intimate with a smoker. Go figure.

That said (get used to it, I love saying “that said” for some unknown reason), I once enjoyed going out and listening to live music at the pub and dancing at clubs. I am single once more! Or, at the very least, almost divorced [emphasis on the almost, it seems like it’s going to take forever]. So (as my psychologist and attorneys are so fond of telling me) it’s time to get back out there into the world of dating (G-d help me). I’ve been way too serious for way too many years and have apparently forgotten how to let my hair down (dumb jokes not withstanding). I’m here looking for someone to show me the ropes again and remind me and return me to what I had lost: How to have a really good time. I’m not looking for a soul mate (or a sole mate for that matter, after all, I have kids) or my other half (ever read the Missing Piece Meets the Big “O”?), rather a complete, confident and intelligent woman to share experiences with. I am looking for a nice Jewish girl who is patient, outgoing, respectful, patient, responsible, confident, intelligent and patient. I am looking for a woman who is comfortable with herself and her state in life, one who can learn and grow from my experiences and outlook in life and I from hers. Someone who can remind and re-teach me what I had forgotten since I moved to Israel: “Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have.” This is what I want us to experience together!

The following statement I found while surfing through DatingBook. I think that it is the finest “About Me” that any woman had put on that site. This is someone I would definitely like to get to know because, at the very least, I believe that she could be a very good friend. Too bad there aren’t more people with her view.

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there…to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become.
You never know who these people may be but, when you lock eyes with them, you know that every moment they will affect your life in some profound way.
And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair but, upon reflection, you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, will power or heart.
Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness, Injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul.
Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. Safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones.
If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to. If someone loves you, love them back, unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things.
Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high.
Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you.

Many girls and most internet sites ask what I think the perfect first date is. “Comfort” is fundamental. Aside from comfort, there is enjoyment coming in at an extremely close second. Not forgetting your date’s name is nice too (I’m always nervous about that). Any date should be one that you have so much fun that you don’t even feel that it is a first date, or second, or third, etc. It may be an interview process, but it’s not an interrogation. I’m lazy. I don’t like to work hard. I love it when things flow freely and hate it when I have to rack my brains for the next thing to say. Don’t be afraid to talk. Don’t be afraid to ask. I am pretty much an open book and will pretty much talk and answer just about anything. If and when I feel uncomfortable about a subject matter (rare as it may be) I will tell you so. I assume that you will do the same.  The more interesting and varied the subject matter, the more I will engage. I am very opinionated about certain matters and may even get excited about them. It may even turn into a debate. If it does, that would be awesome. Don’t be afraid. Hold your own and we’ll be fine together. I understand that the first date is an emotional experience for some. It is for me as well. Any woman who knows how to engage me on a cognitive level will have me on her side, even if it doesn’t seem so. Awkward moments are inevitable. Not to worry, it will pass soon enough when a thought pops into one of our heads. The more thought provoking bullshit we can conjure up and spout out, the better. Don’t take me too seriously because chances are that I won’t be. I love to have fun and will do anything I can to pull a smirk, smile or laugh out of you. If you would return the favor, it would be greatly appreciated. Everyone has quirks. I understand that and I hope that you do too. Hopefully you will have patience with me, because I am determined to have patience with you. Don’t apologize for your quirks because I won’t apologize for mine and I have plenty that I am aware of and probably ten times more that I am unaware of. At worst, I expect that we will have an enjoyable date (or at the very least, a date that was not a total disaster). At best, we will be attached at the hip till one of us drops dead.

Two things that make me chuckle when I see what girls are looking for in a partner: 1. serious callers only; and, 2. tall callers only. I don’t understand girls that state, serious callers only. How do you know if you want to get serious with someone after only a chat or a first date? I don’t want to get serious with anyone that I feel pressured with. Don’t ask me if I want to get serious, because I’m not looking to get serious. Don’t ask me what I think unless you want to hear the truth. I’m looking to have fun and feel comfortable with whomever I am with. Every time I go out, I want to enjoy myself. If I don’t enjoy myself and feel pressured, there is definitely no reason for another date. Why put myself through that? Why would anyone want to go through that? Who wants to feel obligated and pressured for absolutely no reason for someone they don’t even know? Been there, done that, bought the T-Shirt, worn it to shreds, and burned it. If I enjoy myself with someone and eventually feel comfortable enough to the point that I want to be with only one girl, then that’s great. I would love to have a long term partner and feel carefree about it. Exclusivity depends on my feelings, not on demands. If a woman is not looking for a one night stand, that’s extremely understandable. I’m not looking for one either (that’s not to say that if I’m offered, I’ll refuse), I just hope that she’s not planning on staying celibate for the rest of her life. If serious means, “no one night stands,” then please define it as such (I’m thick, I need things spelled out for me in an express manner and not implied). As for the tall callers only, I can understand this. I think that it shows insecurity on the girl’s part, but still, it is understandable. Even with the female of the species demanding and exuding their belief in the “equality of the sexes” and “women’s liberation”, society has ingrained in us that the man has to be the more powerful partner of a relationship, and that subconsciously (at the very least), size denotes power. If after all is said and done a woman feels the need to be protected from the world by her partner, that’s fine with me. Personally, I know many bite size girls and petite women who are way tougher than giants. In short, there are chivalrous men out there who believe in cognitive equality between the sexes and that meltdowns are the natural product of periodic hormonal imbalances of the human reproductive cycle. Besides, it’s not the size that matters, it’s how you handle your resources.

^THERAPY JUST TO GET SOMETHING OFF MY CHEST _{SESSION
Okay, would somebody please tell the world’s smallest violin player to stop playing the world’s smallest violin?}

Many girls have asked, even if they are not interested in meeting any time soon (which I find totally bizarre – maybe it’s a fetish), what I usually wear. Perhaps they see it as an insight to a personality, I don’t know. Anyway, I usually wear a button down shirt or T-Shirt (sometimes together), jeans (black or blue), black loafers, and many times I have a backpack slung over my shoulder. Additionally, I almost always wear the device to the right around my neck. “What is it,” you ask (assuming you don’t already know)? Ask me directly and you will get an answer.

Surprisingly, and it happened more than once by the way (that’s what was surprising), when a girl and I made plans to meet for the first time; she stated that I was not going to receive a blowjob. Honestly, and I told them, “I was not expecting one, but thanks for the forewarning.” I have a set of standards when meeting a potential long term partner: On the first date, acquainting ourselves with one another cognitively and emotionally is preferred to determine if there is any sort of empathic bond; the second date, if warranted by the first, is for petting; the third date, if the first two went well, fellatio and/or cunnilingus may be performed; and on the fourth date, assuming we connect, is the earliest opportunity, as I see it, for coitus. Now that you understand my expectations, you don’t have to worry that I’ll expect a blowjob upon meeting you for the first time. Something else that’s surprising is meeting a girl whose profile picture is from about a decade ago. Back then she was hot, but now, she’s less than. I would call that false advertising on par with “bait and switch.” Additionally, stating that you are a non-smoker and then pulling out a cigarette because you suddenly need a drag after not smoking for years is not only “bait and switch” in my eyes, but simply fraudulent behavior that should be subject to a cause of action. I mean, come on!

Something else that drives me crazy is that some girls ask what I consider the perfect woman to be. Well, the perfect woman doesn’t exist. Every woman (usually) has her own inner and outer beauty, each in accordance with her gifts (or, as I have found out lately, purchases may be used to substitute for gifts). If you insist on me describing the perfect woman, fine. Now, remember, it took me a long long long long time to think about this one, so here goes (actually, she came to me in a dream). My ideal woman: Rebecca, born on Thursday, January 24, 1985, has an innate physical, mental and spiritual beauty. An extremely attractive face (even without makeup) with breathtaking features, a tight, well toned, athletic, all natural body ((her measurements are, give or take, about 100cm-50cm-75cm (about 40”-20”-30”)) very large (fun to play with) breasts, firm flat (six pack) stomach, a small tight (fun to grab) ass, strong embracing (ready to hug at a moment’s notice) limbs (limbs are arms and legs for those who don’t get it)) with exceptionally long soft flowing strawberry blonde hair and very deep intense blue green eyes that you can lose yourself in. Though she is extremely petite in stature (150cm tall (about 4’11”)), she is quite grandiose on wit and humor. Highly motivated and unusually intelligent (a genius who is wise beyond her years), and since she has never been married, she has had plenty of time to complete her many published works on Pervasive Developmental Disorders. She may not have much experience, but she is very well versed on a great many subjects. A delight to converse with, she enjoys discoursing  and debating about virtually anything, holding her own with the best of them. Rebecca doesn’t smoke have tattoos or piercings (other than her ears). Although she enjoys drinking socially, she never does to excess and never loses control of her faculties. Always upbeat and cheerful, she constantly brings out the best in the people around her. Rebecca is culturally Jewish, coming from a Hungarian/Romanian orthodox background, but does not practice. She knows English, Hebrew, Hungarian and Romanian, among other languages, and can communicate in American and Israeli Sign Language. Among her hobbies, she enjoys dancing, working out, reading, camping and making me feel like I’m on top of the world. Can we move on now?

Still interested? Want to know more about what I like? Well frak that gorramn idea, live long and prosper, and allons-y. Don’t get offended, rather, think about it. BTW, in case you hadn’t noticed yet, I tend to be extremely bawdy and often run off at the mouth for no apparent reason. No offense is ever (well, virtually never) intended and my remarks are (practically) always in good spirits. It’s just one of my many quirks.

Updates:

(Updated August 2019)

More About Me, Myself, and I:

My children have grown. One in Junior High and one in High School. I’m half a century old. My disability has gotten the better of me and I’m now a house husband while my wife labors the grindstone and brings home the bacon. My avocations have been limited to anything that can be done via the internet and board games. Walking has become increasingly difficult, and I now travel the world with a cane and, at times, a wheelchair. Driving for longer than twenty minutes is extremely difficult and longer than forty is a near impossibility. No more long distance driving for me, just the local destinations only, please.

What was that, you say? “I’m now a house husband…” How did that happen? After meeting multiple women on JDate, most of whom had a PhD in some form of social science, I found out that, with the exception of their respective fields, these women were ditzes galore. One was a psychiatrist who was in desperate need of treatment. I had given up and decided that I don’t want to date anymore. That evening, I received a message from my future wife.

We scheduled to meet. I waited for about thirty minutes and figured that I was stood up. Then she arrived. Physically, she was not at all what I was looking for, but that brain! After having the most wonderful conversation since moving to Israel, she got up to use the facilities. That’s when I saw what Meghan Trainor called “the bass.” The fabulous brain was contained in a rather bottom intensive rubenesque morphology. I tell you, if it were not for her brain, I would never have stuck around to figure out that “boys like a little more booty to hold at night.” Thank G-d she didn’t listen to the advice she was given (apparently her prior callers were intimidated by her mental agility and intellectual prowess, so she was counseled to “dumb it down”). We talked and talked and talked about a variety of subject matters. She’s the most intelligent person I had ever met! She’s the most well rounded person I’d ever met, and I’m not talking about the bass, an absolute pleasure to speak with. I instantly fell in love with her.

My wife is quite grandiose on wit and humor. Highly motivated and unusually intelligent, she’s a genius who is wise beyond her years. She is very well versed on a great many subjects. A delight to converse with, she enjoys discoursing and debating about virtually anything, holding her own with the best of them. She doesn’t smoke, have tattoos or piercings (other than her ears). Although she enjoys drinking socially, she never does to excess and never loses control of her faculties. Always upbeat and cheerful, she constantly brings out the best in the people around her. She is a nice Jewish girl with a Lithuanian orthodox background, but doesn’t practice. She is patient, outgoing, respectful, patient, responsible, confident, intelligent, and patient. She is comfortable with herself and her state in life, but is always looking to learn new things and improve herself. She isn’t afraid to learn and grow from my experiences and outlook on life, embracing the little wisdom that I can offer. She knows English, Hebrew, Afrikaans, a smattering of French and a infinitesimal amount of Arabic. Among her hobbies, she enjoys cooking, dancing, reading, traveling and making me feel like I’m on top of the world. She’s a domestic goddess! She’s not afraid to be full of shit, and even enjoys it. She always knows when I’m full of shit and gives me plenty of time to figure it out for myself, an amused grin appearing on her heavenly face as it finally dawns on me. She’s always supporting, but will call me out when I’m about to do something stupid. Did I mention that she has all the patience in the world for me? She has intensive eyes and a hypnotic smile. I can gaze at her all day, every day, and repeatedly become lost in her presence. She’s a complete, confident, and intelligent woman whom I may share experiences with, and she has re-taught me the concept of Carpe Diem!

When I felt comfortable enough to introduce my children to her, they instantly took a liking. My, then 12yo, ASD son barely spoke to anyone, but kept following her from room to room to be close to her, whereas he usually ignored everyone else. My, then 7yo, daughter kept telling me to marry her practically on a daily basis. Two years later there was a marriage. My daughter was the flower girl and my son was the ring bearer. Today, I’m ecstatically married to, head over heels, and hopelessly enthralled with the perfect woman. She loves my children as if they were her own, and they her. She is quick to defend them against what she interprets as someone wronging them, and is quick to admonish and reprimand them when need be. I count my blessings every day. I wish everyone in the world to be as fortunate as I, and my… our children, are. My wonderfully enlightened wife, who is always full of wisdom and kindness towards others, keeps telling me that one day she’ll thank my ex-wife for getting rid of me.

Belongingness…

or the delusion of being a part of something greater.
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Religiosity:

I am Jewish. Judaism is not a religion. It is a covenant between those of the matriarchal lineage of the descendants of the Nation of Israel (the children of Jacob) to honor and obey the rules and regulations of the God of Abraham (אַבְרָהָם), Isaac (יִצְחָק), and Jacob (יַעֲקֹב). The word Jew (Yehudi in Hebrew יְהוּדִי) comes from Judah, a reminder that the Messiah (our next King of the Jews, a son (descendant) of King David, appointed by the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who makes his presence known at the eschatological “End of Days”) descends from the Tribe of Judah. We were the people chosen to become slaves to the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob as compensation for our exodus, our deliverance, from Egypt. The obligation of every Jew from the beginning of the age of accountability (12 for females (בַּת מִצְוָה) and 13 for males (בַּר מִצְוָה) know as B’nei Mitzvah in Hebrew בְּנֵי מִצְוָה) is to know, understand, and follow the commandments, rules, and regulations put forth by the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. The God of the Jews is the same God of the believers of the New Testament. The God of the Jews is the same God of the believers of the Qur’an, the God of Abraham (إِبْـرَاهِـيْـم) and Ishmael (إسماعيل), the brother of Isaac (إسحاق). Jews, descendants of Isaac, and Muslims, descendants of Ishmael, are cousins. As in most familial rivalries, our feud is over inheritance, that of the Abrahamic heritage. The extremists of both sides would have us kill the other. The fundamental concept of a “Normalizer” must cease and desist. The only way to move beyond this bloody rivalry is to have a dialogue with the opposing side. Until this concept is eliminated from both sides, peace is unattainable.

Patrioticities:

The United States of America:

Three documents which are of the utmost relevance to our United States of America

1. The Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen United States of America
2. Articles of Confederation and Perpetual Union: “To all Whom”
3. The Constitution of the United States of America: “We the People”

These documents make us who we are.

The Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen United States of America established our intent to transform the 13 colonies into 13 sovereign states, seceding from and declaring their independence from Great Britain. They did this to secure their inalienable rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness by instituting a Government which derived its powers from the consent of those governed. The colonies saw it as their right and duty to vanquish despotism. They listed their grievances and have asked Great Britain to address them, but nothing was changed and the injury continued. In light of this, these 13 newly formed sovereign states stood together as the United States of America declaring themselves free and independent of the British Crown and Great Britain.

The Articles of Confederation and Perpetual Union, ratified by the 13 states of the United States of America in 1777, the second year of the independence of America, declared that, unless expressly delegated within it, each state retained their respective sovereignties (there were no judicial and executive powers granted to the United States). This was an agreement between the 13 states for military alliance, freedom of travel between states, extradition, and diplomatic immunity among the members of congress. The powers forfeited to the United States on behalf of the 13 states were foreign relations of any kind (unless a state was expressly granted permission to do so by the United States Congress), the distribution of a uniform currency, and maintain a uniform military. This didn’t work. Why? No money. The United States Congress couldn’t levy taxes to cover their debts, and the individual states weren’t obligated to pay unless explicitly agreed to with the articles. Who wants to pay something they aren’t obligated to pay? No government can exist without being able to pay its debts.

The problem? 13 Bosses.
The Solution? 1 Boss with well defined and very limited powers.

The Constitution of the United States of America, ratified by the 13 states of the United States of America in 1789, “in order to form a more perfect union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to [themselves] and [us, their] Posterity,” created a federal government with a central legislature (a congress made up of a house and a senate), executive, and judiciary, each capable of checks and balances so that no branch obtains too much influence over the others. The roles of individual states are laid out. “We the People” denotes that the United States of America is a republic, a state where the people are the source of power. The United States guaranteed every state in the Union a republican form of government. In order to avoid the mistakes made in the Articles of Confederation and Perpetual Union, the following was included within:

“All Debts contracted and Engagements entered into, before the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be as valid against the United States under this Constitution, as under the Confederation.

“This Constitution, and the Laws of the United States which shall be made in Pursuance thereof; and all Treaties made, or which shall be made, under the Authority of the United States, shall be the supreme Law of the Land; and the Judges in every State shall be bound thereby, any Thing in the Constitution or Laws of any State to the Contrary notwithstanding.

“The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defence and general Welfare of the United States; but all Duties, Imposts and Excises shall be uniform throughout the United States.”

Without these documents, our nation could never have enjoyed the prosperity that comes with the high levels of economic, military, and diplomatic influence achieved. Our cherished Constitution of the United States, along with strong leadership (like Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, both Roosevelts, Kennedy, Reagan, and Trump), has made the United States of America the Greatest Nation on Earth.

Unfortunately, people forget, or, even worse, not taught, that the foundation of the United States of America is the union of Sovereign States based on Individual, Political, and Economic Freedoms under the Rule of Law and Due Process. Political correctness and “triggering” have been stripping away these fundamental freedoms from our society.

Currently, one of the biggest controversies which plagues our great nation is one of the greatest contributions the Founding Fathers could ever have made to our Constitution: the inclusion of the Electoral College. The prevention of mob rule, or the forced will of a few communities comprising of a majority of the population upon the majority of communities with the minority of the population, was one of the foremost issues deliberated at the Constitutional Convention of 1787. Without Clause 2 of Section 1 of Article 2, which the Founding Fathers thought extremely important to include within the Constitution of the United States, the will of the major cities would be thrust upon the rural societies with little to no concern for their welfare. The Founding Fathers did not take this inclusion lightly and should not be dismissed out of hand because the popular voters were upset that their candidate did not become President.

The State of Israel:

The State of Israel is a Jewish Parliamentary Republic. Other than the Hebrew Bible (commonly known as the Old Testament) and the Oral Law, the most important documents to the State of Israel are the Balfour Declaration (1917), the League of Nations Mandate for Palestine Together with a Note by the Secretary-General Relating to its Application to the Territory Known as Trans-Jordan Under the Provisions of Article 25 (1922), the United Nations General Assembly Resolution 181: Resolution Adopted on the Report of the Ad Hoc Committee on the Palestinian Question (1947) and the Declaration of the Establishment of the State of Israel (1948, also known as the Israeli Declaration of Independence).

The State of Israel has no formal Constitution, rather, it has a set of Basic Laws (read “fundamental” laws) combining into an informal constitution. So, you ask, why no formal constitution? Well, put 100 Jews in a room and you’ll get 1001 opinions and the Israeli parliament (the Knesset in Hebrew הַכְּנֶסֶת) consists of 120 members. So this smart guy realizes that the only way to get anyone to agree on something is to procrastinate and do things in small steps. So Harari, the smart guy I mentioned, proposed making small bite sized chunks of important legislation and call them Basic Laws (CHokei HaYesod in Hebrew חוּקֵּי הַיְּסוֹד. The “CH” in CHokei is pronounced as the “CH” in Bach). Most everyone was happy with the idea and accepted it. Ten years after the birth of the State of Israel, the first of these Basic Laws came into existence.

Basic Laws of the State of Israel

• The Knesset (1958)
• Israel Lands (1960)
• The President of the State (1964)
• The Government (1968) (1992) (2001)
• The Military (1976)
• Jerusalem, Capital of Israel (1980)
• The State Economy (1983)
• The Judiciary (1984)
• The State Comptroller (1988)
• Freedom of Occupation (1992) (1994)
• Human Dignity and Liberty (1994)
• Israel as the Nation State of the Jewish People (2018)

Other considerations…

or the attempt to understand mass infantilism and mass self-delusion.
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Democracy v Republic:

True Democracy (Mob Rule) v Limited Democracy (Fairness)

The Electoral College, the reason for its existence, and why it is so important. “When it goes your way, it’s fine, when it doesn’t, get rid of it!”

Nationalism v Globalism:

Hierarchy of responsibility: Family, Community, Nation, then World

Neither Nationalism nor Globalism are bad things. The Montevideo Convention on the Rights and Duties of States defines a State as that having: A defined territory; A permanent population; A government; and, A capacity to enter into relations with other states. All of these criteria must be met to be recognized as a State. It goes on to state (pun intended): the political existence of the state is independent of recognition by the other states. Each State has sovereignty over itself.

A defined territory has borders. In order for a State to continue to exist, these borders must be protected from what the state considers a threat to its security in order for the State’s government to protect its permanent population (citizens).

The only way globalization with open boarders throughout the world can take place is when, through the natural course of human events, the outcome of the following is a fact of daily life for an extended period of time:

• Every sovereign entity in the world is a republic with a well defined and balanced executive, legislative, and adjudicative powers;
• There is complete respect of every single sovereign entity’s diplomatic, economic, and military power by other sovereign entities;
• There is recognition and acceptance of every culture of every society without prejudice or thoughts of forced conversion;
• There is no fear of words or ideas, there is no mob rule, there are no vigilantes, where rule of law and due process is not selective and are enforced;
• The poorest of the poor in the world can go to their local mall and take in a dinner and a movie without having to worry that the money could have been used for something essential;
• There are no groups of people who play the victim card

A Sovereign State’s Instruments of Influence:

• Diplomatic
• Economic
• Military

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Social Constructs v Clueless Rebellion:

Most everything learned is a social construct, including language.

Snowflake Victimhood v Accountable Adulthood:

Playing the victim card to unjustly make someone feel guilty about something they never did to the your ancestor, even though you never suffered from it yourself is unjust. Stop lying to the world by stating you are oppressed when you aren’t. Take responsibility for yourself and your situation, be accountable, be an adult, not an infant! You are not special. You are not more important than anyone else. Those who succeed do so by working hard, being persistent, and not quitting. Nothing is gained by bitching and blaming others.

There never will or ever should be social equality. Everyone begins according to his/her lot in life and ends with what he/she has made of it. There are those who begin impoverished but are industrious and obtain great wealth through hard work as there are indolent silver-spooners that have squandered through negligence. Granted, these are extraordinary people to have accomplished this, but most people are not extraordinary, even if they think they are.

“People who think they’re victims take it out on others. The victim mentality is one of the biggest sources of human evil that exists.” – Dennis Prager

This article has grown considerably since its inception.
The more I experience, the more I laugh or scratch my head, the more I write.
If I experience enough, this may become my dissertation 😉

Things that make my life easier

There are things I need to cope more easily with life on a daily basis:

• Home and portable Nebulizers, a mucus clearance device, and a percussion wand (We’re thinking of purchasing a percussion vest, but are undecided)
• A pair of hearing aids with: a phone accessory; a voice amplifier; and, a vibrating alarm clock
• Walking poles and a wheel chair (not to mention a portable electric air compressor which makes my life so much easier)

What do you think about the so called “Ambulatory Wheelchair User” community?

I don’t give a fuck what you think.

My disorder affects my respiratory, digestive, immune, lymphatic, and reproductive systems. My medications affect the remaining systems, not least of all my endocrine, nervous, and muscular systems. Mobility aids enable me to experience a better quality of life with family and friends.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, bacteria and viruses: prepare the smallest violin in the world… I have a Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD), specifically Primary Ciliary Dyskinesia (PCD), which is a rare genetic condition leading to respiratory and digestive disorders. The medication for preventatives and treatments of respiratory ailments cause endocrine, lymphatic, nervous, and skeletal afflictions and maladies. In short, I’m fuct if I do, and even more so if I don’t. Thus the cause of my ambulatory difficulties. What mobility assistance device I require at any moment depends upon my levels of energy (endurance), pain (distress), dizziness (vertigo), and coordination (dexterity); not to mention airway obstruction and oxygen saturation. All these change from minute to minute, so my state is a Schrödinger’s experiment: unpredictable till you open the box and actually observe me. I try my damnedest to make sure any mobility assistance device is strictly alfresco. That said, when I don’t have a choice, I’ll make a grudging exception.

What mobility aids do I use and when? As mentioned, it depends on how I’m feeling at the time in question…

How I’m Feeling…	High Endurance/ Low Distress	Mid Endurance/ Mid Distress	Low Endurance/ High Distress
Low Vertigo/ High Dexterity	None*	Walking Poles*	Unassisted Wheelchair
Mid Vertigo/ Mid Dexterity	Walking Poles*	Unassisted Wheelchair	Assisted Wheelchair
High Vertigo/ Low Dexterity	Unassisted Wheelchair	Assisted Wheelchair	Temporal Reclusion

*For Leisurely short distance walks, otherwise it’ll be unassisted wheelchair for me.

Hidden Disabilities

You think I’ll let this state of affairs get me down? Oh no, not I, I will survive! Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive! I’ve got all my life to live, I’ve got all my love to give, and I’ll survive! I will survive! Hey, hey… with medications and supplements aplenty with rotating antibiotics, nebulizer treatments, mucoactive agents, inhalers, infusions (oral or venous); a plethora of (organic) vitamins, minerals, and herbs; and, a profusion of miscellaneous concoctions du jour. Physical therapies and procedures consist of: manual chest airway clearance therapy; inversion therapy; flutter therapy; and, among others, phlebotomies (because reasons). Each meal contains mainly (organic) unprocessed vegetables (mostly greens) with: unprocessed fruit for breakfast; two (organic) eggs for lunch; and, unprocessed (organic) meat (poultry, fish, or beef) for supper. Between meals are an eclectic assortment of elixirs and edibles to be ingested as prescribed. My exercise regiment (when no plans for physical activity arise for the day in question or the next are forthcoming) is, for the most part, anaerobic.

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