“USA – born 1776 dies 2020 of Media Hijack”

by Rabbi Avi Schwartz

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! But there was nothing to read. All the outlets deleted the story. Twitter. Facebook. Even YouTube censored the story. I searched for it. I spent hours looking for it. I inquired others to find it. But it was gone.

What was gone? What was missing? Probably the single greatest eye witness testimony with a collaborating admission of guilt caught in an audio recording of a lawyer pleading with the witness not to go public.

I just sat stunned when I heard those words. “Tony. You are just going to bury all of us man.”

From that point on I was glued to the screen. As a child I watched for weeks on end how Senators did their best, using all their skills, knowledge, and experience to find out if then President Nixon had committed a crime against the United States Republic. Witness after witness. Testimony after testimony. One piece of evidence after another. All presented to the American people. That was the spring of 1974.

But when the audio recording of attorney at law Rob Walker, played by Tony Bobulinski was aired on television Wednesday evening, October 28, 2020, I could not believe my ears. This was the dream of every investigative reporter. To have such an admission of guilt. I was sure that headlines would read, “Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Biden Family Lawyer Admits to the Greatest Political Corruption in the History of Democracy, in US Annals”.

But no. The world just went on its way.

CBS. NBC. ABC. Twitter. Facebook. YouTube. All just ignored the most disturbing story of betrayal ever committed by a former Vice President of the United States. A former vice president now running for the highest and most powerful position in the world, the presidency of the USA.

It seemed that events could not get worse until the following evening when I found out that Pulitzer Prize winning journalist, Glen Greenwald, resigned from the very investigating website, “The Intercept,” he co-founded, stating, “The Intercept’s editors, in violation of my contractual right of editorial freedom, censored an article I wrote this week refusing to publish it unless I remove all sections critical of Democratic presidential candidate Joe Biden, the candidate strongly supported by all New York based Intercept editors involved in this effort at suppression.”

Nearly fifty years ago, in a parking garage in Washington DC legendary investigative reporters, Bernstein and Woodward, met Deep Throat, the informant who revealed the truth and crimes of the Watergate Scandal. But now in America of 2020 when there are countless networks, social media platforms and endless means to communicate, just days before the most crucial presidential election in both US history and world democratic history no major outlet is presenting the most damning testimony of the business associate of the Bidens, who claims, substantiates, and proves with texts, emails and voice recordings that a then Vice President – Joe Biden – used his position to garnish millions of dollars from Communist China, one of history’s most inhumane regimes, as well as other foreign governments.

This is an outrage.

Imagine, if you will, if hours before you are to wed you were presented with evidence of your intended spouse recently cheating. Would you not halt the wedding ceremony to investigate the matter? Of course you would. Yet, no one is the halting the election on November 3, 2020.

Within the last four years, every three months there was one form of social unrest or upheaval that came and went. Me too. Immigration. Ban on those from terrorist lands. Charlottesville. Impeachment. Economic lockdown. BLM riots. Yet when the New York Post, a 200 year old news outlet, founded by one of America’s greatest founding fathers, Alexander Hamilton, places its reputation on the line and publishes articles detailing unprecedented corruption, which then is publicly validated by Biden’s ex-business partner and the family lawyer is deleted from the public forum then we have arrived at the crossroads reminiscent of George Orwell’s 1984.

The election of 2020 is no longer about the “Border Wall”, “Supreme Court packing”, “Peace in the Middle East”, the Economy, or even Covid. The election of 2020 is about every American’s right to vote based on knowledge and truth – to know the actual record of a candidate, specifically a candidate that has been accused of the worst crime of any society – treason.

I can only remember how as a young teen how I was completely overwhelmed with the end of the movie, “Justice For All” when the lead character, a defense attorney, played by Al Pacino, could no longer take the corruption and deceit of his client and yells at the top of his lungs, “That man is guilty. If he is allowed to go free something is really wrong. You are out of order. The whole trial is out of order.”

Yes. Something is truly out of order!

After 244 years of the greatest experiment in the history of human civilization for the quest for actualizing of human dignity, liberty, and the separation of powers maintained with the ever watchful eye of the free press, America and the world stands at the threshold to the ever encroaching arms of a foreign totalitarian regime manipulating its highest officials.

Truly the system is OUT OF ORDER!!

#WeRemember – by Rabbi Avi Schwartz

Many will hold the sign, ‘We Remember” for 24 hours and feel as though they did something to remember the 6 Million. They will share their picture in Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Whatsapp, and other social sharing platforms.
And once the day ends another 365 days will pass. And then again another Holocaust Remembrance Day will arrive. And again many will hold the same sign and share. And this somber day will pass from year to year.
And as each cycle of 365 days passes the same question will arise what good does holding a sign, “We Remember” do for the Souls of the 6 Million if the very next moment we return to the status quo of current Jewish reality, a reality filled with incredible high levels of intermarriage, assimilation, lack of education in Judaism, history, culture and Zionism; a schism between American and Israeli Jewry, Jewish BDS organizations; and Jewish ethnic and cultural divisions within Israeli society.
In other words, the state of affairs within the Jewish World is in a mess.
Seventy years later and we are less Jewish in our outlook and mindset.
We ask the world to remember the 6 Million, but do we remember the prayers they said, the Torah they learned, the Yiddish they spoke, the mitzvahs they did, the Yiddishkeit they felt.

Some will argue that there were victims of the Holocaust who were not religious or were so far away removed from their Jewishness that at the moment they were tortured, shot, or gassed they only understood they were being murdered because of anti-Semitism but did not understand their purpose as Jews.
Imagine the added anguish they had as it ran through through minds, “Why? Why are you murdering my innocent family and me? Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?”
They were murdered because they were feared by the Nazis and other anti-Semites.
But what was to fear about a scattered, homeless, powerless, stateless people without armies, tanks, and weapons?
And what answers could the hater of Jews tell them, “You are the Christ killers. You are the Elders of Zion. You are the world wide cabal that brings disease and ruin to the non-Jews.”
And what would be the retorts of the innocent victims?
“No. We are innocent!”
Here were 6 Million Isaacs on of the Altar of Kiddush Hashem – Sanctifying oneself for the Sake of Heaven – and yet how many knew their purpose?
But what is worse, how many of us have learned our Jewish purpose?
How can a simple sign, held once a year, bring comfort to the 6 Million, especially those that did not understand the significance of their great Kiddush Hashem?

Holding a simple sign, though a noble gesture, will not bring comfort.
Imagine you were on your deathbed and your children and grandchild surrounded you. With your last breath what would you ask of them? Would you tell them to remember you once a year by holding a sign? Or would you ask them to remember you each and everyday through their thoughts, words, deeds and actions in a manner that is reflective of your values, hopes and dreams, especially the dream of having them fulfill their potential? Of course you would choose the latter.
So now let us imagine the 6 Million standing before us.
What better way to remember and honor them if each and every day we, through our thought, words, deeds and actions remember not the way they were murdered, but by the way they lived. That we learn our purpose as Jews. That we educate ourselves in our Judaism. That we do more mitzvahs and good deeds. That we marry within our own People. That we stop seeking the approval of foreign cultures, but rather learn our own culture and Yiddishkeit. That we become a UNITED NATION that does not air its dirty laundry in the eyes of the world. That we become unto ourselves a Nation that lives by the motto – ‘All for One and One for All’. That we commit ourselves to the Judaic Mission of teaching ourselves and the world of the Oneness of the Creator, the great morals and ethics of our way of life, the profound Torah system of human refinement, and the establishment of the “Kingdom of Holy Priests and A Holy Nation”.
There are two forms of Kiddush Hashem. One, whereby one dies as a Jew. And one, whereby one lives as a Jew.
Living as a holy, pure, moral, ethical, Torah and Judaic knowledgeable Jew is the greater level.
So now the Holocaust Remembrance Day is over let us not go back to our cheeseburgers, ham sandwiches, our non-Jewish partners, our lack of study, our anti-Semitic BDS organizations, our lack of closeness to our Homeland, and our divisiveness.
Rather let each and every day be a Holocaust Remembrance Day through our commitment to Judaic and Zionist thoughts, words, deeds and actions so that next and every year when we hold the sign, “We Remember”, we can truly demonstrate to the 6 Million we truly Remember you as Jews and your sacrifice as Jews for the Jewish cause.

Something doesn’t add up…

Justin Amler

Now I’m no genius. And I’m not afraid to admit it. My former boss is not afraid to admit it either. Neither is my landlord. Or the grocer… the guy I buy the paper from… the lollipop man… he happily admits it too… the gardener who when I remarked that the sunflowers were looking quite sprightly, told me they were weeds. It often comes up at the book club, the PTA meetings… Even my mother admits it quite frequently… but nevertheless, despite my intelligence deficiency, it does not take a genius to recognise that the current approach to Israel and the whole peace process is a mixture of folly, fantasy and downright comedy with a dash of tragedy.

On the one hand, we have Israel, an ancient country of about twenty thousand square kilometers, very little natural resources, a population of almost 8 million, of which 6 million are Jews, a bona fide democracy and the only Jewish state on earth. On the other hand, we have the Arab world, over 13 million square kilometers, vast natural resources, a population of 370 million consisting of 22 countries of which there are just a few thousand Jews, and predominantly all Muslim states with not a single genuine democracy among them.

Yet, the ones getting pressured are not the Arabian Empire, but the tiny sliver of land, where doing a race from the coast to the border is so small that it would be considered a fun run rather than a marathon! We are told that to achieve peace, Israel must give up around a quarter of its territory, because I guess to many people, 13 million square kilometers just ain’t enough! Somehow, there is this ridiculous belief that if you add a few thousand square kilometers to the Arab world, there will be peace. Now, despite Israel being the cause of all the world’s problems – or so we’re told, I am nevertheless prepared to go out on a limb and say that even if another Arab state called ‘Palestine’ was created today – nothing much is going to change!

And let’s discuss the 1947 partition plan, which the world love talking about. In that plan, the UN voted to divide the land into an Arab state and a Jewish state. The Jews accepted it and the Arab world rejected it invading Israel and leading to the War of Independence. Now over 70 years later, they suddenly want to accept it or something close to it? How does that even make sense? It’s like someone offering to sell me some land for $10 and me saying no. Then 50 years later, when the land is worth one million dollars, I turn around and say you know what – I’ll take that deal after all – for $10.
Life doesn’t work that way and this constant referring to the 1967 lines, which is in effect the 1948 armistice line is silly and dishonest. If the ‘palestinians’ ever manage to achieve this, it would not be the rewarding of justice, but the perpetuation of injustice.

And then there’s the refugees. The UN signed a convention of refugees in 1951, which defined a refugee as someone “owing to a well-founded fear of being persecuted for reasons of race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular social group or political opinion, is outside the country of his nationality, and is unable to, or owing to such fear, is unwilling to avail himself of the protection of that country.”

But guess what? The ‘palestinians’ came up with their own separate definition under UNRWA (United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East) which defined a refugee as a person “whose normal place of residence was Palestine between June 1946 and May 1948, who lost both their homes and means of livelihood as a result of the 1948 Arab-Israeli conflict” including their descendants!

So that means that a ‘palestinian’ refugee was anyone who lived in pre-state Israel for less than 2 years! This ridiculous definition was insisted upon by the Arab states, and supported by the world in general not for any moralistic reasons, but because the refugees were considered a destabilising force, and at that time, the world wanted a good supply of oil as Europe began to rebuild itself after world war 2 – in other words appeasement.

That also means that under that definition, if I go on a working holiday to say… France for two years, and for some reason I get displaced, then me, my kids, my grandkids, their grandkids and so forth until the end of time will be considered a French refugee. But, unfortunately for all other refugees in the world, this only applies to the ‘palestinians.’

There is no doubt that through history and the fog of war and other factors, there have been many refugees. There’ve been refugees from India, Pakistan, Iran, Vietnam, Africa and many other places – refugees who have been accepted into other countries and many who have gone on to live their lives in safety and prosperity.

In 1948 there were roughly 820000 Jewish refugees who were forced to leave their homes in the Arab world – a world in which they lived for thousands of years, while there were roughly 700000 ‘palestinians’ refugees who also left their homes in which they had lived for at least two years – at least according to the definition of UNRWA… By the way, you remember UNRWA, don’t you? They were the ones whose schools contained Hamas rockets. At that time they were shocked and appalled at the findings and claimed it had never happened before. Then a week later it happened again… and they were shocked and appalled… a couple of days later… again… shocked and appalled… Well, you get the picture. A UNRWA report is about as objective as Russia conducting an independent enquiry into the downing of flight MH17 over the Ukraine.

Nevertheless, the great Arab Brotherhood and concern for the plight of the ‘palestinians’ must have been absent that day, because while Israel absorbed the majority of the Jewish refugees, the Arabs were unable to find any space in their empire, despite it being 650 times larger than Israel…

To be honest, the Arab-Israeli conflict is not really complex. It is actually quite simple – but it is made complex by a world community who see oil rather than obligation, who see money rather than morals, who see contracts rather than compassion. It is based on a foundation of intolerance by the majority of the Arab world towards the Jewish state – a foundation that rather than being stamped out, is perpetuated by most of the world community who continue to hold Israel at fault, no matter what they do.

I’m no great mathematician, but I can add, and when you look at all that’s occurred, it’s abundantly clear that something doesn’t add up.

http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/something-doesnt-add-up

NEVER AGAIN by Rabbi Avi

Never again will Six Million be dead
Never again will my People dread
Never again will Hell be unleashed
Never again will the Devil feast

Never again will I hold my fist back
Never again will I wear ash and the sack
Never again will my courage lack
Never again will I not have my brother’s back

Never again will my People die
Never again will the Children cry
Never again will Mothers wail goodbye
Never again will Fathers be bound and forced to stand by

Never again will my Holy Books be burned
Never again will I allow the indifferent world to be unconcerned
Never again will I allow Justice to be adjurned
Never again will I allow my People’s Power and Lives to be overturned

NEVER AGAIN!

(photo courtesy of Getty Images)

The Youth of 1948: The Forgotten Maccabbees

I will never forget a statement between an Irgun fighter and my Father, a Palmach fighter.

Both of these great men, members of the Youth of 1948, two giants among the surviving Founding Fathers and Freedom Fighters that ushered in the third Jewish state in 2000 years, were in synagogue, relaxing after the end of prayers.

“On our backs they have a state and a future. But they have forgotten us”, the Irgun warrior told my Father.

And my Father nodded in agreement.

That statement seared into me. It seared into me because I understood the pain. Though they were too stoic and heroic to show their disappointment to the younger generation, but in a private moment they expressed it.

But many will say we remember and acknowledge the Youth of 1948 – the Haganah, the Irgun, the Stern, and the Palmach.

True these great warriors are remembered as groups but not as individuals.

How many of us know and care about the Youth of 1948 as individuals?

We have organizations that support and care for the Holocaust survivors, as we should. But how many of us know of the dire situation of the forgotten Maccabees, who are in their late 80s and 90s?

Many are poor, alone, of frail health and living their last years in sadness, and even with dementia or the physical and mental pain still lingering from the wounds of war.

If any one of us had a chance to meet, greet and partake in the life of an ancient Maccabee would we not run to have such an opportunity?

No less is true with the Youth of 1948!

We can still interact with these great heroes and heroines, one to one, and not only through a history book.

We only need to contact them and make their last years happy and appreciated.

Thank You The Youth of 1948!

 

 

-by Rabbi Avi

The Devil Hunter: A horror story about antisemitism (Chapter 3) – by Rabbi Avi

It’s now two weeks since I texted Professor Wilcoxson.

It was only late this evening he replied, asking me to meet him at Union Square.

I have been waiting two hours now and its freezing.

“Isaac. Isaac.”

“Professor? Where are you?”

“Do you smoke?

“Where are you?”

“At your feet is a candle and one match. Strike it well and hard. It is the last match I have. Once you strike it light the candle.”

“O.K…I found them..I am striking now…What the hell is this? What are these flames?”

“They are not flames. They are the unborn. Look well. These are unborn souls of the Six Million souls murdered by the Nazis. They are generations and generations of the unborn that will never see this world. They are trapped.”

“Is there anyway to release them?”

“Only one way. Transformation to another soul. It is for this reason Satan is creating a fifth column within the Jews and snatching Jewish souls. If the descendants are transformed the collective holiness will put Satan on the run.”

“So what does that have to do with me?”

It was at that moment Professor Wilcoxson stepped out of the darkness.

His face was bloodied and branded across his face was ESAV! The word was seared into his flesh.

“What do you see Isaac?”

“The word Esav.”

“It is not a word. It is a name. It is Esav son of Yitzhak. Esau son of Isaac. You are the father. And he is your son, a servant of Satan.”

As the Professor stopped speaking he fell dead at my feet knocking the candle out of my hand and setting his body on fire.

Suddenly the passersby and the homeless of the Square ran towards me screaming I killed him.

I gave chase.

I am now on the run from both Satan, and man.

Why did the Professor say I am the father of Esau? Who am I!

Regards,
Issac

The Hero Quest (Part 2) by Rabbi Avi

Situated in the Hudson Valley only miles away from the Hudson River, Downtown Poughkeepsie on a sunny summer day was a tiny metropolis, but on a cloudy day, it felt like both a rural village and a small township.

My landlords were Helen and Bill, a married couple in their mid-sixties. Helen wore her hair in a semi – bonnet that was befitting a simple and honest woman, whose face bared the lines of a tough life. Yet her manner was sweet and gentle, even somewhat caring. Bill was a retired iron worker with broad shoulders , a barrel chest, and hands that were like iron presses. He was a man’s man whose gravelly voice and deeply creviced face elicited your respect.

You could sense their mutual respect and love. A real couple with years of bonding experiences. There was a frontier feel to them like the characters found in the Grapes of Wrath. The dust bowl of the Great Depression was etched in them.

“Helen. I take the bus to the galleria?” I asked.

“Take it. But just make sure you get off the right stop. The buses don’t run too often along route 9.”

Route 9 would become both my escape route and re-entrance from and to the dangers I was about to undergo.

Sitting on the bus as it rounded the roundabout and traveled along its route, small houses, some rundown, with black children, would come into view.

There were sections of blacks and sections of whites. And then there a mixture of both.
It was not like a New York borough, but a unique blend of working class and poverty against the backdrop of farmland. Within a ten minute drive, you could go apple picking.

Riding along route 9 the beautiful mountains along the Hudson River came into view. I was beginning to understand what Helen meant and why she warned me to pay attention to the Galleria bus stop. The woods along the route could easily get a stranger lost. And I was going to learn soon that small town USA was drug country.

Boredom was a disease in all small towns. And drugs, sex, and rock n’ roll were the cure.
This would be a shocking surprise to me. I knew the vices of city life but I never suspected they existed in rural America. And now I was going to learn.

“Is this the Galleria?” I asked the bus driver.

“Yep.”

“Thank you.”

I got off the bus and began walking uphill towards the magnificent mall. It was a wonderful structure that was both beautiful and an oasis for human contact.

It was time to get a job.

….Part three coming soon

My Beautiful Israel – by Rabbi Avi

 

Have you ever spent the late afternoon watching the sun set over the Mediterranean Sea blend with the majesty of Zichron wine country

or seen a pack of horses run along the Galilee?

Did you ever see snow fall on Jerusalem
as the worshippers prayed at the Western Wall?

Have you ever seen Flamingos fly over the Arava

or the Pesach Moon hang over the mountain of Meron?

Have you ever tasted the hummus of Tel Aviv
or the Falafel of Beni Barak?

Have you ever danced with Hassidim at evening prayers,
Moroccans for morning services and Yemenites for Afternoon devotion?

Have you ever drank water from the Ein Gedi
or stood on top of Masada and remembered the honor displayed?

Have you ever looked out from the Hilltop of Rabbi Akiva’s burial site and saw the twinkling night lights of Tiberius?

Did you ever ride camels on the sands of Beer Sheva?

Did you ever go fishing in the Kinneret as you heard a mother owl call her children to eat?

Have you seen the mountains and valleys where the Youth of 1948 gave life and limb to win our independence and secure our future?

Have you ever walked through Yad VaShem and connected with the eyes of the children on the walls?

Have you ever boated along the Yarkon River and remembered a dream –

A dream that called you back home,

A dream that gave you hope when the nightmare was too much,

A dream that trekked 4000 years?

And whispered in your ear
until you stood on top of Har Zion
and proclaimed to all the stars of Heaven:

THIS IS MY LAND!

THIS IS MY LAND,
Where my soul and the land are one,
Where my heart and the grass are the same,
Where my mind and the Temple Mount are my right to call unto my G-d.

This then is Israel!

The Land G-d, Himself, on one fine morn nearly 4000 years ago entrusted to my Father Avraham and his children to plow, plant and grow, to set up a society and to be a Light unto the Nations.

Israel is the home to the oppressed, the persecuted, the lonely and the nomads of the world.

Small in size and number, Israel seeks to empower all its population, no matter the religious diversity.

It is miracle of human majesty.

It is My Israel.

Israel the Light!
Israel the Wonder!
Israel the Beautiful

 

The Devil Hunter: A horror story about antisemitism, Chapter Two, Message Two – by Avi

 

Professor Wilcoxson,
It is now the late hours of the night.

Two months ago I sent Rabbi Jacobson, Director of Nazi Hunters a message.

Dear Rabbi Jacobson,

I have been hiding in a homeless park for the last month. I still can’t believe it but I accept it. For the last four years I was home attending Herr Doctor Hanz Himmler.

Hell. That is not the big news. I met Satan. He exists.

What am I going to do?
He said our time is up.

Am I going mad?

Well that was two months ago and still no answer.”

Soon my internet phone service will end.

If anything happens to…

It was at that moment
my cousin in Sederot , Israel sent me a message and pic on whatsapp.

“Isaac. Check out a picture of Rabbi Jacobson.”

He was dead and bare chested. On his chest was engraved the face of Herr Dr. Hans Himmler.

Satan had pulled out the Rabbi’s soul and replaced it with the Nazi doctor.

I now understood how sinister the plan is… He is replacing Jewish souls with Nazi or antisemitic ones.

Satan is creating a fifth column within our People.

It is nearly dawn. The homeless are waking up.
Must go.

I will send you a new message soon.

Regards,
Isaac

The Devil Hunter : A horror story about antisemitism by Avi

 

Today is three years since I laid Doctor Hanz Himmler to rest. I had been his home attendant for four years. But it was not until the last day of his death did I learn of his true identity.

As he took his last breath the old gentleman who I befriended whispered in my ear.

“My boy. I am not Simon Greenberg. I am Herr Doctor Hanz Himmler. ”

I had thought Mr. Greenberg was simply having an episode of dementia.

“Listen to me, Isaac. I am Herr Dr. Hanz Himmler. ”

He could see in my eyes I was confused.

I knew Mr. Greenberg was in the Holocaust. At first I thought he was hallucinating and may be he was remembering a past experience until he began to rattle off to me the Nazi manifesto and Hitler’s secret map locations of armaments.

“Listen to me Isaac. You are not like the other Jew bastards. You are good. I want to show you my appreciation for your loyalty.
We are coming to destroy your miserable people. Save yourself. Write these numbers down and send a text message from my phone the moment I die. Not a second longer.”

I grabbed his hand. I loved Mr.Greenberg.

“Please Mr. Greenberg. Do not go. You are like a father to me.”

He opened his eyes wide and died.

I was beside myself.

I took his smartphone and texted. I wanted to carry out his last wish.

I pressed send and within less than a moment IT appeared.

Satan himself.

“Herr Doctor. It is time to go.
He grabbed his soul and turned to me. Soon Jew. Soon I will unleash the hell of hell against your People.”
I can’t say anymore for now.
Please wait for my next message.

Regards,
Isaac