21.01.2012 26.Tewet. 5772 Waera
An encounter with the devil at the supermarket on Friday the 13th.
I knew I shouldn't have left the house, certainly not on such a rainy morning, and definitely not on the morning of Friday the 13th. But there was no choice: "There's nothing here," said my wife, opening the refrigerator door with one hand to prove her point – and holding a hungry Arab child in the other.
The crappy feeling continued when I turned on the car radio to hear two broadcasters egging one another on, in support of the new law to imprison refugees from Africa. Yes, it is indeed tough legislation, the two nudniks agreed, but in the same breath they declared that it was also utterly vital for "preserving the nation's character." They're right, I thought, this country has always had a strong character and we can't start playing around with it now, lest the nation lose its sense of itself, god forbid, and become enlightened and egalitarian overnight. After all, without strong character, it will be hard for the nation to pass laws preventing the unification of families for those citizens who were not born into the preferred religions and nationalities….