Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Past-Prime Pontiff Passes Power



Today the Pope has removed himself from power. While this has been unprecedented in recent history, today's media makes it almost impossible to function in a high level position, something that was very possible, before the television age.

Is it good or bad for the Jews? Recent Pontiffs have somewhat warmed to the religion that begot theirs; yet that could also be a result of the politically correct Internet Era. Only time will tell.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Secular Stadium Sports Separate Seating



This Thursday is the long awaited Concert featuring Chazzan Helfgot and Violinist Perlman. Tickets were priced close to $100, yet you can now buy Separate Seating tickets for $36 at Eichler's and many other Seforim Stores.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Willy Wonka Waxes Wise



Reading physical books is becoming a lost art.  The entire learning experience is going to the digital dogs.  I present "Mike Teavee".  It is as relevant now as it was all those years ago, just replace television with the latest electronic gadget...

"Mike Teavee..."



(from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - by Roald Dahl)



"The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set–
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all the shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink–
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSES IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK–HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY...USED...TO...READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic takes
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy–Winkle and–
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How The Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole–
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks–
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something good to read.
And once they start–oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hears. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did...






I-watch Information Innovation Introduced




This blog often focuses on technology and it's impact on our lives.

It seems like the Dick Tracy Watch will now become reality.

It is said that when Mashiach comes, we will all be made aware of that reality simultaneously. That vision is rapidly becoming more and more believeable.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Koch Kever: Kiddush/Khillul-Hashem?


Mayor Maintains Manhattan Matzeva.

Former NYC Mayor Edward Koch passed away this past week. He chose a Manhattan cemetery as his final resting spot. Unfortunately, that cemetery is not Jewish, as it is owned by Trinity Church.

The enigma of choosing such a plot might cause one to think that he turned his back on his religion, yet the plot thickens when one realizes that he chose some very Jewish messages to appear on his tombstone.

This mystery is solved when one discovers that he wanted to be interred in the city where he served as mayor for three terms. Yet all burial places, aside from this one, were full.

And so in death, just as in life, EIK's proud Jewishness is flaunted, yet his turning his back on Orthodox Jewish morals is everlasting.

From his Wiki Entry:

Koch requested that the marker bear the Star of David and the words from the Hebrew prayer Shema Yisrael, "Hear O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One" as well as the last words of journalist Daniel Pearl before he was murdered by Islamic terrorists in 2002: "My father is Jewish. My mother is Jewish. I am Jewish."[52] He died 11 years to the day after Daniel Pearl.[53] A final epitaph Koch wrote himself follows: "He was fiercely proud of his Jewish faith. He fiercely defended the City of New York, and he fiercely loved its people. Above all, he loved his country, the United States of America, in whose armed forces he served in World War II

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