<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576</id><updated>2011-11-28T02:59:44.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the "Joke" is On Me</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of thoughts, stories, jokes and proverbs that what they have in common is that writing and reading them influenced my day,made me think, smile, shed a tear and many times all of the above all at once ......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-648359836805460042</id><published>2009-10-15T17:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:57:34.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror</title><content type='html'>I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;A strange looking person&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am much younger&lt;br /&gt;And not nearly so fat&lt;br /&gt;As that face in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where are the mirrors&lt;br /&gt;That I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Like the ones which were made&lt;br /&gt;Thirty years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all things have changed&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you'll agree&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors are not as good&lt;br /&gt;As they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never be concerned&lt;br /&gt;If the wrinkles appear&lt;br /&gt;For one thing I've learned&lt;br /&gt;Which is very clear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should your complexion&lt;br /&gt;Be less than perfection,&lt;br /&gt;It is really the mirror&lt;br /&gt;That needs correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Auther unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-648359836805460042?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/648359836805460042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=648359836805460042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/648359836805460042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/648359836805460042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2009/10/mirror.html' title='The Mirror'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-6180564425079461837</id><published>2009-08-20T06:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:23:00.601+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUGH TO ARGUE WITH THIS ONE</title><content type='html'>Indian Chief 'Two Eagles' was asked by a white government official, You have observed the white man for 90 years.You've seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Chief nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The official continued, Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief stared at the government official for over a minute and then calmly replied: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When white man find land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water. &lt;br /&gt;Women did all the work, Medicine man free. Indian man  spend all day hunting and fishing; all night having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the chief leaned back and smiled... "Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-6180564425079461837?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/6180564425079461837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=6180564425079461837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/6180564425079461837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/6180564425079461837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2009/08/tough-to-argue-with-this-one.html' title='TOUGH TO ARGUE WITH THIS ONE'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-406695023747355983</id><published>2009-03-19T13:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:31:02.373+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Many suffer from foot in mouth disease</title><content type='html'>"By 1975 sexual feelings and marriage will have nothing to do with each other." - John Langdon, British Anthropologist, Journalist and Author of A Short History of the Future, 1936&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The concept is interesting and well formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C.' the idea must be feasible." - A Yale University Management Professor (in response to Fred Smith's paper proposing reliable overnight delivery service. Smith is the founder of Federal Express Corp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything that can be invented has been invented." - Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, US Office of Patents, 1899.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home." - Ken Olson, President , Chairman and Founder of Digital Equipment Corp., 1977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Computers in the future may weigh no more than 1.5 tons." - Popular Mechanics, forecasting the relentless march of science, 1949&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think there is a world market for maybe five computers." - Thomas Watson, Chairman of IBM 1943.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have traveled the length and breadth of this country and talked with the best people, and I can assure you that data processing is a fad that won't last out the year." - The Editor in charge of business books for Prentice Hall, 1957&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular?" - David Sarnoff's associates in response to his urging for investment in the radio 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Television won't matter a bit in your lifetime or mine." -  Rex Lambert, The Listener 1936&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication, The device is inherently of no value to us." - Western Union internal memo, 1876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man will never reach the moon regardless of all future scientific advances." - Dr. Lee De Forest, inventor of the Audion Tube, New York Times February 26, 1957&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-406695023747355983?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/406695023747355983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=406695023747355983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/406695023747355983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/406695023747355983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2009/03/many-suffer-from-foot-in-mouth-disease.html' title='Many suffer from foot in mouth disease'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-2971413428085747982</id><published>2008-12-28T17:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:50:07.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>“Operation Cast Lead”</title><content type='html'>This past Friday, just 24 hours before the launching of “Operation Cast Lead”, (in Hebrew cast lead is part of a Hanukah song about a lead dreidel) Ben Caspit of Ma’ariv wrote a piece, that in my humble opinion, says it all. I am quoting part of that article to you, because its story is an inspiration to us all in these very challenging times. It begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Blue eyes- pale as can be, gray hair, a fine face, blue number tattooed on her arm. Her name is Ita.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ita is about 80 years old. Yesterday she stood in the remains of what was left of her granddaughter’s home in Moshav Tekuma on the Gaza Strip. She has seen worse. Much worse. She saw Joseph Mengele standing in front of her during “selection”. He sentenced the frightened, scrawny, young girl to death. But Ita did not want to die. She ran away, and managed to escape Mengele’s sentence by climbing over barbed wire. Ita was imprisoned in both Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen. By virtue of an unbelievable combination of wonders and miracles (usually identified with Hanuka) she survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then was able to make her way to Israel. Upon her arrival, Ita was captured by the British and sent to a detention camp in Cyprus. She eventually arrived in Israel once more. Soon after, Ita met Tzvi, who had a similar story. The two fell in love, formed a family and realized their Zionist dream. In their struggle to rise up from under the ashes, they formed a moshav in the western Negev called “Tekuma” which means: resurrection, revival; resistance, toughness, survivability. There they were joined by other holocaust survivors and together they built this beautiful moshav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The State of Israel was established one year later. Tekuma, located two minutes from Netivot in the land of the Kassams, has been a target for the past seven years. This has not frightened Ita and Tzvi away, who have raised their children, grandchildren and now great-grandchildren in this moshav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after a long range missile landed in her family’s home, Ita participated in a ceremony in which her grandson was awarded his official Israeli Air Force Fighter Pilot Wings. Under other circumstances, this could have been a victory for Ita, who said: “what a pity that there was no Israel Air Force in Europe years ago, that could have come and bombed the concentration camps. How important they are today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ita lit her Hanukah candles surrounded by her children and grandchildren. She knew, that after seven years of a living hell, the government of Israel was now actively involved in assuring their safety, with decisive steps to eliminate the constant shower of rockets which had besieged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No country in the world would have allowed this situation to go on for seven years. The State of Israel, with its history and compassion, sought to exhaust every other possibility before sending Ita’s grandson, and his fellow pilots on their mission, to protect his grandparents and the people of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ה' עז לעמו ייתן ה' יברך את עמו בשלום "&lt;br /&gt;"May God give strength to his people May God bless his people with peace".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was sent to me by Yossi Tanuri, Director General United Israel Appeal of Canada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-2971413428085747982?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/2971413428085747982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=2971413428085747982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/2971413428085747982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/2971413428085747982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2008/12/operation-cast-lead.html' title='“Operation Cast Lead”'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-5209082202625830559</id><published>2008-06-01T14:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:35:43.702+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Human Body Facts</title><content type='html'>The largest cell in the human body is the female egg and the smallest is the male sperm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full bladder is roughly the size of a soft ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes the food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One human hair can support 3 kg (6 lb). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human thighbones are stronger than concrete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attachment of human muscles to skin is what causes dimples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average man's penis is three times the length of his thumb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's heart beats faster than a man's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the average male never shaved, his beard would be 13 feet long when he died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men with hairless chests are more likely to get cirrhosis of the liver than men with hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side, 2000 cells from the human body could cover about one square inch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women blink twice as often as men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average person's skin weighs twice as much as the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are looking at someone you love, your pupils dilate. . . .  they do the same when you are looking at someone you hate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ears secrete more earwax when you are afraid than when you aren't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body uses 300 muscles to balance itself when you are standing still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If saliva cannot dissolve something, you cannot taste it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average woman is five inches shorter than the average man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . Still looking at your thumb, aren't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-5209082202625830559?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5209082202625830559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=5209082202625830559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/5209082202625830559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/5209082202625830559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/interesting-human-body-facts.html' title='Interesting Human Body Facts'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-4141651699450047204</id><published>2008-03-02T17:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:51:36.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sderot</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends, Family and Colleagues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerous articles have been (and will be) written on what is happening in Sderot. Just the other Friday my wife and I went shopping in Sderot, a small personal act of solidarity, of joint fate. Probably an insignificant heart warming act by itself but then we were not alone. Tens of thousands of people from all over Israel have done the same turning this in to a powerful show of support and strength of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But … Since then things have only gotten worse, and the situation only continues to deteriorate day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that we should not let this situation continue (as obvious as it was for the last 7 YEARS!!), I have many thoughts and ideas on how and what we should do, it is so easy to say and write on the subject sitting at the safety of my home as if this is an intellectual challenge. So rather than sharing with you my own thoughts on the subject, I would like to share with you the following letter that was written and later sent to our Prime Minister by Yossi Haimov, a 10 year-old kid, of Sderot, who was injured recently by a Kassam missile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the letter goes something like this (Translation from Hebrew) …………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mr. Prime Minister: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to know that I am afraid. I am afraid of the Kassam missiles. I am afraid of dying. All I think about is how I lay on the ground after I was injured. I thought that my hand had been severed. I held it so it wouldn’t fall off. People tell me I experienced a miracle. They say I could have died. I’m happy I didn’t die. But I’m very scared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asking you, Mr. Prime Minister, to stop the Kassam missiles. Build something that will stop the missiles. I don’t know what; I’m just a child. Make them go through what they’re making us go through. I want all the Arabs who are throwing these missiles at us to die. I don’t want them to live. They are bad to us. What is happening to us, I want to happen to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Sderot. I remember the first Kassam missile that I ever saw. It was before the “color red” warnings. I was in nursery school. I went with my mother to take my sister to the park. I heard a loud “boom” and the entire street was shattered. The entire park was destroyed. I hate that there are Kassam missiles. Everyone starts crying and screaming and my parents’ faces are sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I am jealous of children who live in other cities. I would also like to live somewhere quiet; somewhere where I could buy ice cream with my family and have picnics. Now, it’s impossible because there is always a “color red.” Our whole family has to sleep together in one room because we’re afraid of a Kassam attack. I want to be a soccer player when I grow up, but we can’t even play soccer these days. We can’t go outside; it isn’t allowed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very soon I will be released from the hospital and I will return home. I will tell my father that I want to move. I don’t care if they say I’m not brave. I want to live. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Yossi Haimov"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this as a father of three kids of my own, I find Yossi’s words particularly heartbreaking. No child should ever have to experience what Yossi is going through – not in Sderot, not in Israel and not anywhere else on the globe. All I can do is share this and promise to continue and support Sderot as best I can, I will walk your streets, visit your shops, and dine at your restaurants and meet a friend at your coffee places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-4141651699450047204?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4141651699450047204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=4141651699450047204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/4141651699450047204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/4141651699450047204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2008/03/sderot.html' title='Sderot'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-7857678758327956621</id><published>2007-12-26T08:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:11:45.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>SOooooo what should I wish us all for the coming year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your hair, your teeth, your face-lift, your abs, and your stocks not fall; and may your blood pressure, your cholesterol, your white blood count and your mortgage interest not rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you get a clean bill of health from your dentist, your cardiologist, your gastroenterologist, your urologist, your proctologist, your psychiatrist, your plumber, and the IRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find a way to travel from anywhere to everywhere during rush hour in less than an hour, and when you get there may you find a parking space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the holidays, find you seated around the dinner table, together with your beloved family and cherished friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May what you see in the mirror delight you and what others see in you delight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the telemarketers wait to make their sales calls until you finish dinner, may your checkbook and your budget balance, and may they include generous amounts for charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you remember to say "I love you" at least once a day to your partner, your child, and your parent(s). but don’t forget that if you say it to your secretary, your nurse, your butcher, your photographer, your masseuse, your seamstress, your hairdresser or your gym instructor, to say it without a "twinkle" in your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this year be peaceful but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-7857678758327956621?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7857678758327956621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=7857678758327956621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/7857678758327956621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/7857678758327956621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-4178496705841946568</id><published>2007-10-11T09:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:21:53.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mayonnaise Jar</title><content type='html'>When things in your life seem Almost too much to handle,When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, Remember the mayonnaise jar And 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class And had some items in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;When the class began, wordlessly, He picked up a very large And empty mayonnaise jar&lt;br /&gt;And proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students If the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls. He then asked The students again If the jar was full.. They agreed it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand And poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded With an unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced Two cups of coffee from under the table And poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively Filling the Empty space between the sand. &lt;br /&gt;The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor, As the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that&lt;br /&gt;This jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions -- Things that if everything else was lost And only they remained, Your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter Like your job, house, and car. &lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else -- The small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued, 'there is no room for The pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time And energy on the small stuff, You will never have room for The things that are Important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to the things That are critical to your happiness. Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Play another 18. There will always be time To clean the house And fix the disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Take care of the golf balls first -- The things that really matter. Set your priorities.The rest is just sand.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand And inquired what the coffee represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled. 'I'm glad you asked'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for A couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-4178496705841946568?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4178496705841946568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=4178496705841946568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/4178496705841946568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/4178496705841946568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/mayonnaise-jar.html' title='The Mayonnaise Jar'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-5843026654161593716</id><published>2007-04-23T09:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:30:10.945+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amir</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to share with you an e-mail my baby brother (30 years old) sent to me and other family members ... the date is April 22nd 2007 .. remembrance day .. a very difficult day for us all .. and he wrote ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that at graduate day in hi-school one of my friends said that the next time we will all meet will be for one of three reasons a reunion (which never happened), remembrance day ceremony at school or a funeral. In 1994 6 month later a class mate a friend died and we all met for the first time since graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir was one of the members of a team assigned to secure beit-leed junction, a pick-up point where paratroopers gathered after returning from a weekend at home. that day a bomb detonated in the only kiosk at the junction killing instantly 19 soldiers. Amir and his team started carrying out the injured 3 days later a female survivor will tell his parents that Amir carried her out of the ruins, as he laid her down she asked him to stay with her because she was scared. " I must run back in and help the other injured" he replied "my name is Amir and once everybody is safe i promise to come back and be by your side" he ran in as a second bomb was detonated and he never returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six days earlier was the last time I saw him, I arrived at sanur training camp where he was and I had 3 hours to kill before leaving for my sky diving course. I couldn't pass the opportunity of waking him up in the middle of the night for a friendly conversation, quite frankly I was excited and I wanted to brag. As i woke him up at 4a.m i felt a bit guilty for ruining his sleep, that precious 4 hours of sleep you so badly need during training. but the moment i saw his smile my fears were gone and we started talking like two friends that haven't seen each other for years. I did most of the talking, telling him how great it will be to jump out of a plain and that in four month it will be him jumping (since he joined the army in November and I did in august), I went on and on till I had to leave. after the funeral as I approached his mom she asked me if I am Yuval who dropped by Amir in the middle of the night last week. she continued to tell me that he just received a 3 week detention that day, "he called us to say everything will be alright he spoke about you and how he is looking forward to sky diving, you really cheered him up, he was excited" that was his last conversation with his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next four years I've attended 6 more funerals of fellow soldiers, 4 who died in combat, 1 in a training accident and the last one suicide. I was already a civilian just came back from my trip in north and south America, I believe he left a letter explaining that after his best friend died in the Gaza strip he just couldn't bare to go through it for the second time. he was Amir's younger brother. his parents didn't want any of the friends to come by after the funeral. only family we were told........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all Israelis have their own personal memory probably most have a few, it is remembrance day today and this memory was mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-5843026654161593716?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5843026654161593716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=5843026654161593716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/5843026654161593716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/5843026654161593716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2007/04/amir.html' title='Amir'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-4143981283188741447</id><published>2007-02-18T22:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:49:41.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A View from the Eye of the Storm</title><content type='html'>Talk delivered by Haim Harari&lt;br /&gt;at a meeting of the International Advisory Board&lt;br /&gt;of a large multi-national corporation, April, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I usually provide the scientific and technological "entertainment" in our meetings, but, on this occasion, our Chairman suggested that I present my own personal view on events in the part of the world from which I come. I have never been and I will never be a Government official and I have no privileged information. My perspective is entirely based on what I see, on what I read and on the fact that my family has lived in this region for almost 200 years. You may regard my views as those of the proverbial taxi driver, which you are supposed to question, when you visit a country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I could have shared with you some fascinating facts and some personal thoughts about the Israeli-Arab conflict. However, I will touch upon it only in passing. I prefer to devote most of my remarks to the broader picture of the region and its place in world events. I refer to the entire area between Pakistan and Morocco, which is predominantly Arab, predominantly Moslem, but includes many non-Arab and also significant non-Moslem minorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I put aside Israel and its own immediate neighborhood? Because Israel and any problems related to it, in spite of what you might read or hear in the world media, is not the central issue, and has never been the central issue in the upheaval in the region. Yes, there is a 100 year-old Israeli-Arab conflict, but it is not where the main show is. The millions who died in the Iran-Iraq war had nothing to do with Israel. The mass murder happening right now in Sudan, where the Arab Moslem regime is massacring its black Christian citizens, has nothing to do with Israel. The frequent reports from Algeria about the murders of hundreds of civilians in one village or another by other Algerians have nothing to do with Israel. Saddam Hussein did not invade Kuwait, endangered Saudi Arabia and butchered his own people because of Israel. Egypt did not use poison gas against Yemen in the 60’s because of Israel. Assad the Father did not kill tens of thousands of his own citizens in one week in El Hamma in Syria because of Israel. The Taliban control of Afghanistan and the civil war there had nothing to do with Israel. The Libyan blowing up of the Pan-Am flight had nothing to do with Israel, and I could go on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of the trouble is that this entire Moslem region is totally dysfunctional, by any standard of the word and would have been so, even if Israel would have joined the Arab league and an independent Palestine would have existed for 100 years. The 22 member countries of the Arab league, from Mauritania to the Gulf States, have a total population of 300 millions, larger than the US and almost as large as the EU before its expansion. They have a land area larger than either the US or all of Europe. These 22 countries, with all their oil and natural resources, have a combined GDP smaller than that of Netherlands plus Belgium and equal to half of the GDP of California alone. Within this meager GDP, the gaps between rich and poor are beyond belief and too many of the rich made their money not by succeeding in business, but by being corrupt rulers. The social status of women is far below what it was in the Western World 150 years ago. Human rights are below any reasonable standard, in spite of the grotesque fact that Libya was elected Chair of the UN Human Rights commission. According to a report prepared by a committee of Arab intellectuals and published under the auspices of the U.N., the number of books translated by the entire Arab world is much smaller than what little Greece alone translates. The total number of scientific publications of 300 million Arabs is less than that of 6 million Israelis. Birth rates in the region are very high, increasing the poverty, the social gaps and the cultural decline. And all of this is happening in a region, which only 30 years ago, was believed to be the next wealthy part of the world, and in a Moslem area, which developed, at some point in history, one of the most advanced cultures in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fair to say that this creates an unprecedented breeding ground for cruel dictators, terror networks, fanaticism, incitement, suicide murders and general decline. It is also a fact that almost everybody in the region blames this situation on the United States, on Israel, on Western Civilization, on Judaism and Christianity, on anyone and anything, except themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I say all of this with the satisfaction of someone discussing the failings of his enemies? On the contrary, I firmly believe that the world would have been a much better place and my own neighborhood would have been much more pleasant and peaceful, if things were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also say a word about the millions of decent, honest, good people who are either devout Moslems or are not very religious but grew up in Moslem families. They are double victims of an outside world, which now develops Islamophobia and of their own environment, which breaks their heart by being totally dysfunctional. The problem is that the vast silent majority of these Moslems are not part of the terror and of the incitement but they also do not stand up against it. They become accomplices, by omission, and this applies to political leaders, intellectuals, business people and many others. Many of them can certainly tell right from wrong, but are afraid to express their views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events of the last few years have amplified four issues, which have always existed, but have never been as rampant as in the present upheaval in the region. These are the four main pillars of the current World Conflict, or perhaps we should already refer to it as "the undeclared World War III". I have no better name for the present situation. A few more years may pass before everybody acknowledges that it is a World War, but we are already well into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first element is the suicide murder. Suicide murders are not a new invention but they have been made popular, if I may use this expression, only lately. Even after September 11, it seems that most of the Western World does not yet understand this weapon. It is a very potent psychological weapon. Its real direct impact is relatively minor. The total number of casualties from hundreds of suicide murders within Israel in the last three years is much smaller than those due to car accidents. September 11 was quantitatively much less lethal than many earthquakes. More people die from AIDS in one day in Africa than all the Russians who died in the hands of Chechnya-based Moslem suicide murderers since that conflict started. Saddam killed every month more people than all those who died from suicide murders since the Coalition occupation of Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is all the fuss about suicide killings? It creates headlines. It is spectacular. It is frightening. It is a very cruel death with bodies dismembered and horrible severe lifelong injuries to many of the wounded. It is always shown on television in great detail. One such murder, with the help of hysterical media coverage, can destroy the tourism industry of a country for quite a while, as it did in Bali and in Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real fear comes from the undisputed fact that no defense and no preventive measures can succeed against a determined suicide murderer. This has not yet penetrated the thinking of the Western World. The U.S. and Europe are constantly improving their defense against the last murder, not the next one. We may arrange for the best airport security in the world. But if you want to murder by suicide, you do not have to board a plane in order to explode yourself and kill many people. Who could stop a suicide murder in the midst of the crowded line waiting to be checked by the airport metal detector? How about the lines to the check-in counters in a busy travel period? Put a metal detector in front of every train station in Spain and the terrorists will get the buses. Protect the buses and they will explode in movie theaters, concert halls, supermarkets, shopping malls, schools and hospitals. Put guards in front of every concert hall and there will always be a line of people to be checked by the guards and this line will be the target, not to speak of killing the guards themselves. You can somewhat reduce your vulnerability by preventive and defensive measures and by strict border controls but not eliminate it and definitely not win the war in a defensive way. And it is a war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is behind the suicide murders? Money, power and cold-blooded murderous incitement, nothing else. It has nothing to do with true fanatic religious beliefs. No Moslem preacher has ever blown himself up. No son of an Arab politician or religious leader has ever blown himself. No relative of anyone influential has done it. Wouldn’t you expect some of the religious leaders to do it themselves, or to talk their sons into doing it, if this is truly a supreme act of religious fervor? Aren’t they interested in the benefits of going to Heaven? Instead, they send outcast women, naïve children, retarded people and young incited hotheads. They promise them the delights, mostly sexual, of the next world, and pay their families handsomely after the supreme act is performed and enough innocent people are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide murders also have nothing to do with poverty and despair. The poorest region in the world, by far, is Africa. It never happens there. There are numerous desperate people in the world, in different cultures, countries and continents. Desperation does not provide anyone with explosives, reconnaissance and transportation. There was certainly more despair in Saddam’s Iraq then in Paul Bremmer’s Iraq, and no one exploded himself. A suicide murder is simply a horrible, vicious weapon of cruel, inhuman, cynical, well-funded terrorists, with no regard to human life, including the life of their fellow countrymen, but with very high regard to their own affluent well-being and their hunger for power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to fight this new “popular” weapon is identical to the only way in which you fight organized crime or pirates on the high seas: the offensive way. Like in the case of organized crime, it is crucial that the forces on the offensive be united and it is crucial to reach the top of the crime pyramid. You cannot eliminate organized crime by arresting the little drug dealer in the street corner. You must go after the head of the "Family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If part of the public supports it, others tolerate it, many are afraid of it and some try to explain it away by poverty or by a miserable childhood, organized crime will thrive and so will terrorism. The United States understands this now, after September 11. Russia is beginning to understand it. Turkey understands it well. I am very much afraid that most of Europe still does not understand it. Unfortunately, it seems that Europe will understand it only after suicide murders will arrive in Europe in a big way. In my humble opinion, this will definitely happen. The Spanish trains and the Istanbul bombings are only the beginning. The unity of the Civilized World in fighting this horror is absolutely indispensable. Until Europe wakes up, this unity will not be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second ingredient is words, more precisely lies. Words can be lethal. They kill people. It is often said that politicians, diplomats and perhaps also lawyers and business people must sometimes lie, as part of their professional life. But the norms of politics and diplomacy are childish, in comparison with the level of incitement and total absolute deliberate fabrications, which have reached new heights in the region we are talking about. An incredible number of people in the Arab world believe that September 11 never happened, or was an American provocation or, even better, a Jewish plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all remember the Iraqi Minister of Information, Mr. Mouhamad Said al-Sahaf and his press conferences when the US forces were already inside Baghdad. Disinformation at time of war is an accepted tactic. But to stand, day after day, and to make such preposterous statements, known to everybody to be lies, without even being ridiculed in your own milieu, can only happen in this region. Mr. Sahaf eventually became a popular icon as a court jester, but this did not stop some allegedly respectable newspapers from giving him equal time. It also does not prevent the Western press from giving credence, every day, even now, to similar liars. After all, if you want to be an antisemite, there are subtle ways of doing it. You do not have to claim that the holocaust never happened and that the Jewish temple in Jerusalem never existed. But millions of Moslems are told by their leaders that this is the case. When these same leaders make other statements, the Western media report them as if they could be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a daily occurrence that the same people, who finance, arm and dispatch suicide murderers, condemn the act in English in front of western TV cameras, talking to a world audience, which even partly believes them. It is a daily routine to hear the same leader making opposite statements in Arabic to his people and in English to the rest of the world. Incitement by Arab TV, accompanied by horror pictures of mutilated bodies, has become a powerful weapon of those who lie, distort and want to destroy everything. Little children are raised on deep hatred and on admiration of so-called martyrs, and the Western World does not notice it because its own TV sets are mostly tuned to soap operas and game shows. I recommend to you, even though most of you do not understand Arabic, to watch Al Jazeera, from time to time. You will not believe your own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But words also work in other ways, more subtle. A demonstration in Berlin, carrying banners supporting Saddam’s regime and featuring three-year old babies dressed as suicide murderers, is defined by the press and by political leaders as a “peace demonstration”. You may support or oppose the Iraq war, but to refer to fans of Saddam, Arafat or Bin Laden as peace activists is a bit too much. A woman walks into an Israeli restaurant in mid-day, eats, observes families with old people and children eating their lunch in the adjacent tables and pays the bill. She then blows herself up, killing 20 people, including many children, with heads and arms rolling around in the restaurant. She is called “martyr” by several Arab leaders and “activist” by the European press. Dignitaries condemn the act but visit her bereaved family and the money flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new game in town: The actual murderer is called “the military wing”, the one who pays him, equips him and sends him is now called “the political wing” and the head of the operation is called the “spiritual leader”. There are numerous other examples of such Orwellian nomenclature, used every day not only by terror chiefs but also by Western media. These words are much more dangerous than many people realize. They provide an emotional infrastructure for atrocities. It was Joseph Goebels who said that if you repeat a lie often enough, people will believe it. He is now being outperformed by his successors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third aspect is money. Huge amounts of money, which could have solved many social problems in this dysfunctional part of the world, are channeled into three concentric spheres supporting death and murder. In the inner circle are the terrorists themselves. The money funds their travel, explosives, hideouts and permanent search for soft vulnerable targets. They are surrounded by a second wider circle of direct supporters, planners, commanders, preachers, all of whom make a living, usually a very comfortable living, by serving as terror infrastructure. Finally, we find the third circle of so-called religious, educational and welfare organizations, which actually do some good, feed the hungry and provide some schooling, but brainwash a new generation with hatred, lies and ignorance. This circle operates mostly through mosques, madrasas and other religious establishments but also through inciting electronic and printed media. It is this circle that makes sure that women remain inferior, that democracy is unthinkable and that exposure to the outside world is minimal. It is also that circle that leads the way in blaming everybody outside the Moslem world, for the miseries of the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuratively speaking, this outer circle is the guardian, which makes sure that the people look and listen inwards to the inner circle of terror and incitement, rather than to the world outside. Some parts of this same outer circle actually operate as a result of fear from, or blackmail by, the inner circles. The horrifying added factor is the high birth rate. Half of the population of the Arab world is under the age of 20, the most receptive age to incitement, guaranteeing two more generations of blind hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the three circles described above, the inner circles are primarily financed by terrorist states like Iran and Syria, until recently also by Iraq and Libya and earlier also by some of the Communist regimes. These states, as well as the Palestinian Authority, are the safe havens of the wholesale murder vendors. The outer circle is largely financed by Saudi Arabia, but also by donations from certain Moslem communities in the United States and Europe and, to a smaller extent, by donations of European Governments to various NGO's and by certain United Nations organizations, whose goals may be noble, but they are infested and exploited by agents of the outer circle. The Saudi regime, of course, will be the next victim of major terror, when the inner circle will explode into the outer circle. The Saudis are beginning to understand it, but they fight the inner circles, while still financing the infrastructure at the outer circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the leaders of these various circles live very comfortably on their loot. You meet their children in the best private schools in Europe, not in the training camps of suicide murderers. The Jihad "soldiers" join packaged death tours to Iraq and other hotspots, while some of their leaders ski in Switzerland. Mrs. Arafat, who lives in Paris with her daughter, receives tens of thousands Dollars per month from the allegedly bankrupt Palestinian Authority while a typical local ringleader of the Al-Aksa brigade, reporting to Arafat, receives only a cash payment of a couple of hundred dollars, for performing murders at the retail level. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The fourth element of the current world conflict is the total breaking of all laws. The civilized world believes in democracy, the rule of law, including international law, human rights, free speech and free press, among other liberties. There are naïve old-fashioned habits such as respecting religious sites and symbols, not using ambulances and hospitals for acts of war, avoiding the mutilation of dead bodies and not using children as human shields or human bombs. Never in history, not even in the Nazi period, was there such total disregard of all of the above as we observe now. Every student of political science debates how you prevent an anti-democratic force from winning a democratic election and abolishing democracy. Other aspects of a civilized society must also have limitations. Can a policeman open fire on someone trying to kill him? Can a government listen to phone conversations of terrorists and drug dealers? Does free speech protects you when you shout “fire” in a crowded theater? Should there be death penalty, for deliberate multiple murders? These are the old-fashioned dilemmas. But now we have an entire new set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you raid a mosque, which serves as a terrorist ammunition storage? Do you return fire, if you are attacked from a hospital? Do you storm a church taken over by terrorists who took the priests hostages? Do you search every ambulance after a few suicide murderers use ambulances to reach their targets? Do you strip every woman because one pretended to be pregnant and carried a suicide bomb on her belly? Do you shoot back at someone trying to kill you, standing deliberately behind a group of children? Do you raid terrorist headquarters, hidden in a mental hospital? Do you shoot an arch-murderer who deliberately moves from one location to another, always surrounded by children? All of these happen daily in Iraq and in the Palestinian areas. What do you do? Well, you do not want to face the dilemma. But it cannot be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose, for the sake of discussion, that someone would openly stay in a well-known address in Teheran, hosted by the Iranian Government and financed by it, executing one atrocity after another in Spain or in France, killing hundreds of innocent people, accepting responsibility for the crimes, promising in public TV interviews to do more of the same, while the Government of Iran issues public condemnations of his acts but continues to host him, invite him to official functions and treat him as a great dignitary. I leave it to you as homework to figure out what Spain or France would have done, in such a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that the civilized world is still having illusions about the rule of law in a totally lawless environment. It is trying to play ice hockey by sending a ballerina ice-skater into the rink or to knock out a heavyweight boxer by a chess player. In the same way that no country has a law against cannibals eating its prime minister, because such an act is unthinkable, international law does not address killers shooting from hospitals, mosques and ambulances, while being protected by their Government or society. International law does not know how to handle someone who sends children to throw stones, stands behind them and shoots with immunity and cannot be arrested because he is sheltered by a Government. International law does not know how to deal with a leader of murderers who is royally and comfortably hosted by a country, which pretends to condemn his acts or just claims to be too weak to arrest him. The amazing thing is that all of these crooks demand protection under international law and define all those who attack them as war criminals, with some Western media repeating the allegations. The good news is that all of this is temporary, because the evolution of international law has always adapted itself to reality. The punishment for suicide murder should be death or arrest before the murder, not during and not after. After every world war, the rules of international law have changed and the same will happen after the present one. But during the twilight zone, a lot of harm can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture I described here is not pretty. What can we do about it? In the short run, only fight and win. In the long run – only educate the next generation and open it to the world. The inner circles can and must be destroyed by force. The outer circle cannot be eliminated by force. Here we need financial starvation of the organizing elite, more power to women, more education, counter propaganda, boycott whenever feasible and access to Western media, internet and the international scene. Above all, we need a total absolute unity and determination of the civilized world against all three circles of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me, for a moment, to depart from my alleged role as a taxi driver and return to science. When you have a malignant tumor, you may remove the tumor itself surgically. You may also starve it by preventing new blood from reaching it from other parts of the body, thereby preventing new "supplies" from expanding the tumor. If you want to be sure, it is best to do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you fight and win, by force or otherwise, you have to realize that you are in a war, and this may take Europe a few more years. In order to win, it is necessary to first eliminate the terrorist regimes, so that no Government in the world will serve as a safe haven for these people. I do not want to comment here on whether the American-led attack on Iraq was justified from the point of view of weapons of mass destruction or any other pre-war argument, but I can look at the post-war map of Western Asia. Now that Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya are out, two and a half terrorist states remain: Iran, Syria and Lebanon, the latter being a Syrian colony. Perhaps Sudan should be added to the list. As a result of the conquest of Afghanistan and Iraq, both Iran and Syria are now totally surrounded by territories unfriendly to them. Iran is encircled by Afghanistan, by the Gulf States, Iraq and the Moslem republics of the former Soviet Union. Syria is surrounded by Turkey, Iraq, Jordan and Israel. This is a significant strategic change and it applies strong pressure on the terrorist countries. It is not surprising that Iran is so active in trying to incite a Shiite uprising in Iraq. I do not know if the American plan was actually to encircle both Iran and Syria, but that is the resulting situation.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, the number one danger to the world today is Iran and its regime. It definitely has ambitions to rule vast areas and to expand in all directions. It has an ideology, which claims supremacy over Western culture. It is ruthless. It has proven that it can execute elaborate terrorist acts without leaving too many traces, using Iranian Embassies. It is clearly trying to develop Nuclear Weapons. Its so-called moderates and conservatives play their own virtuoso version of the “good-cop versus bad-cop” game. Iran sponsors Syrian terrorism, it is certainly behind much of the action in Iraq, it is fully funding the Hizbulla and, through it, the Palestinian Hamas and Islamic Jihad, it performed acts of terror at least in Europe and in South America and probably also in Uzbekhistan and Saudi Arabia and it truly leads a multi-national terror consortium, which includes, as minor players, Syria, Lebanon and certain Shiite elements in Iraq. Nevertheless, most European countries still trade with Iran, try to appease it and refuse to read the clear signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to win the war it is also necessary to dry the financial resources of the terror conglomerate. It is pointless to try to understand the subtle differences between the Sunni terror of Al Qaida and Hamas and the Shiite terror of Hizbulla, Sadr and other Iranian inspired enterprises. When it serves their business needs, all of them collaborate beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crucial to stop Saudi and other financial support of the outer circle, which is the fertile breeding ground of terror. It is important to monitor all donations from the Western World to Islamic organizations, to monitor the finances of international relief organizations and to react with forceful economic measures to any small sign of financial aid to any of the three circles of terrorism. It is also important to act decisively against the campaign of lies and fabrications and to monitor those Western media who collaborate with it out of naivety, financial interests or ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, never surrender to terror. No one will ever know whether the recent elections in Spain would have yielded a different result, if not for the train bombings a few days earlier. But it really does not matter. What matters is that the terrorists believe that they caused the result and that they won by driving Spain out of Iraq. The Spanish story will surely end up being extremely costly to other European countries, including France, who is now expelling inciting preachers and forbidding veils and including others who sent troops to Iraq. In the long run, Spain itself will pay even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the solution a democratic Arab world? If by democracy we mean free elections but also free press, free speech, a functioning judicial system, civil liberties, equality to women, free international travel, exposure to international media and ideas, laws against racial incitement and against defamation, and avoidance of lawless behavior regarding hospitals, places of worship and children, then yes, democracy is the solution. If democracy is just free elections, it is likely that the most fanatic regime will be elected, the one whose incitement and fabrications are the most inflammatory. We have seen it already in Algeria and, to a certain extent, in Turkey. It will happen again, if the ground is not prepared very carefully. On the other hand, a certain transition democracy, as in Jordan, may be a better temporary solution, paving the way for the real thing, perhaps in the same way that an immediate sudden democracy did not work in Russia and would not have worked in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt that the civilized world will prevail. But the longer it takes us to understand the new landscape of this war, the more costly and painful the victory will be. Europe, more than any other region, is the key. Its understandable recoil from wars, following the horrors of World War II, may cost thousands of additional innocent lives, before the tide will turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-4143981283188741447?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4143981283188741447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=4143981283188741447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/4143981283188741447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/4143981283188741447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2007/02/view-from-eye-of-storm.html' title='A View from the Eye of the Storm'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-4830411737152637340</id><published>2007-02-05T11:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:44:51.064+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Ofir Damari</title><content type='html'>March 15, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you that know me, and have had the opportunity of discussing with me the political and current affairs of the state of Israel. You may have noticed how quick I am at dismissing the turmoil that is around us in Israel stating that this is something that seems much bigger than it really is. I usually add that statistically it is safer to live in Israel then in the US or Europe (crime and all) and I am probably still right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I was coming back from a meeting in Toronto and my wife called, she has just returned from a funeral. It seems that yesterday regardless to statistics, reality has shown its ugly face, and I found myself calling my sister in-law asking to share with her the grief of her loss apologizing that I can't be there for her in person. Her brother was one of the seven Israelis that died in this senseless suicide bomb attack in the Ashdod port in Israel where he worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the statistics have a name, a face, and memories of a good man, a loving husband, a caring father, a protecting brother, a friend to all that knew him and a son that will be out lived by his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trigger was the cracking voice of a loving sister that has not even began to grasp the reality of her loss and my inability to find any words of comfort at her darkest hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we know no more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alon Blankstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was written back in March 15, 2004 in Toronto far far from home from a place that was once my home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-4830411737152637340?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4830411737152637340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=4830411737152637340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/4830411737152637340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/4830411737152637340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-memory-of-ofir-damari.html' title='In Memory of Ofir Damari'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-116282548968950983</id><published>2006-11-06T17:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:04:49.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The cats in the cradle</title><content type='html'>Cats in the Cradle &lt;br /&gt;by Harry Chapin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child arrived just the other day,&lt;br /&gt;He came to the world in the usual way.&lt;br /&gt;But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.&lt;br /&gt;He learned to walk while I was away. &lt;br /&gt;And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,&lt;br /&gt;He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm gonna be like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man in the moon.&lt;br /&gt;"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,&lt;br /&gt;But we'll get together then.&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son turned ten just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.&lt;br /&gt;Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."&lt;br /&gt;And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,&lt;br /&gt;Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm gonna be like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man in the moon. &lt;br /&gt;"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,&lt;br /&gt;But we'll get together then.&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he came from college just the other day,&lt;br /&gt;So much like a man I just had to say,&lt;br /&gt;"Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, and he said with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;"What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.&lt;br /&gt;See you later. Can I have them please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man in the moon.&lt;br /&gt;"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,&lt;br /&gt;But we'll get together then, dad.&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long since retired and my son's moved away.&lt;br /&gt;I called him up just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.&lt;br /&gt;You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,&lt;br /&gt;But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.&lt;br /&gt;It's been sure nice talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,&lt;br /&gt;He'd grown up just like me.&lt;br /&gt;My boy was just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man in the moon.&lt;br /&gt;"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,&lt;br /&gt;But we'll get together then, dad.&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sound even better on the Guns N' Roses album ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-116282548968950983?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/116282548968950983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=116282548968950983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/116282548968950983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/116282548968950983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2006/11/cats-in-cradle.html' title='The cats in the cradle'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-116282472086072983</id><published>2006-11-06T16:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:52:47.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers and cars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am not sure if this story is true or not, probably not :-)   but ...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way computers have enhanced our lives, read on....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a not so recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated, "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon."&lt;br /&gt;In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating:&lt;br /&gt;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics (and I just love this part):&lt;br /&gt;1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br /&gt;3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off  the car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some reason you would simply accept this.&lt;br /&gt;4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br /&gt;5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only five percent of the roads.&lt;br /&gt;6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be replaced by a single "This Car Has Performed an Illegal Operation" warning light.&lt;br /&gt;7. The airbag system would ask "Are you sure?" before deploying.&lt;br /&gt;8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br /&gt;9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br /&gt;10. You'd have to press the "Start" button to turn the engine off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share this with your friends who love - but sometimes hate - their computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-116282472086072983?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/116282472086072983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=116282472086072983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/116282472086072983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/116282472086072983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2006/11/computers-and-cars.html' title='Computers and cars...'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-116282220138370124</id><published>2006-11-06T16:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:10:01.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Choices</title><content type='html'>At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know who wrote this or if it is even a true story but .......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-116282220138370124?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/116282220138370124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=116282220138370124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/116282220138370124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/116282220138370124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-choices.html' title='Two Choices'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37226576.post-116281736735450277</id><published>2006-11-06T14:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:49:27.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O/S WIFE 1.0 vs Girlfriend 7.0</title><content type='html'>Dear Tech Support:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3 , Football 5.0 , Hunting and Fishing 7.5 , and Racing 3.6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0 , but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0 . Please help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Troubled User.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;REPLY:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Troubled User:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very common problem that men complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING !!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0 . It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony/Child Support . I recommend that you keep Wife 1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE! because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance . Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0 , Cook It 1.5 ! and Do Bills 4.2 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag 9.5 . Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0 !&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3 . This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37226576-116281736735450277?l=thejokeisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/116281736735450277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37226576&amp;postID=116281736735450277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/116281736735450277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37226576/posts/default/116281736735450277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokeisonme.blogspot.com/2006/11/os-wife-10-vs-girlfriend-70.html' title='O/S WIFE 1.0 vs Girlfriend 7.0'/><author><name>Alon Blankstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208035135625417459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf6Gdv9eZvo/SUfUBHT9gNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M29Sszh63ko/S220/DSC_8055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
