How can one be compelled to accept slavery? I simply refuse to do the master's bidding. He may torture me, break my bones to atoms and even kill me. He will then have my dead body, not my obedience. Ultimately, therefore, it is I who am the victor and not he, for he has failed in getting me to do what he wanted done. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? If not now, when? ~ Rav Hillel, Pirke Avot
This Red Sea Pedestrian Stands against Judeophobes
As I mentioned earlier in the week, Oh...My Valve! is going to be undergoing a face lift. In reality, it has imploded. I am going to be cleaning up the mess and reorganizing over the next few days. If you have any comments, liked the old format, like what you see so far...let us know. We want your experience to be as pleasurable as possible.
click on the flag if you want to laugh. If the Congress and the Resident don't govern with your consent, put this flag on your website. But someone might call you a domestic terrorist if you do. Ooops!
I went blind for 36 hours in the spring of 1973 while suffering from pneumonia. In my expert medical opinion I was suffering from an acute case of hysterical blindness caused by having to watch the Watergate hearings with my mom, who was also shvach with the pneumonia. As a result, I am now physiologically incapable of being bamboozled by politicians, reporters, commentators, partisans, artisans, charlatans, caravans, old sedans, chicks with tans, or guys named Stan. I am a satirist, rabid feminomacho equalitist, Israel and HaShem loving Jew, sarcastinator, historialogist, musicologist, pain in the ass, and thorn in your side. Animals are people. Two legs good, four legs awesome.
אני מאמין באמונה שלמה