Muslim Demographics

Pope Smokes Dope

EMAILS REGARDING THE POPE

subject: E-mail to the "holiness" ex-Nazi(?) dude
content: I tried sending a version of this several weeks ago, but it 'bounced' several times. It seems to have gone through now: "Pope Benedict XVI; I see from the news that you will be visiting Israel soon. Apologies seem to be much in fashion, at least for the current American President. It seems to me that the Church has a GREAT DEAL to apologize for concerning the Jews for nearly 2000 years of an anti-Semitic New Testament that includes invented 'prophesies' and mistranslations of Hebrew Tanach passages, pogroms, the Inquisition, forced conversions .... the list goes on and on. Since you will be visiting the Holy Land soon, this would be a good time for you to do public tschuvah -- repentance -- for the horrible sins of your Church and to call upon all Christians to do the same. In preparation for your journey, it would also be good for you read the Hebrew Bible -- in its correct order of books without additions -- and determine G-d's plan for peace in the Land. Humans have been working on various "peace plans" for six decades; all have failed. To be a truly "honest broker" you should be true to the will of G-d, not somehow neutral between Israel and the terrorist-supporting Arab governments, PLO, and Hamas. G-d promised Avraham Avinu that those who blessed his descendants would themselves be blessed and those who cursed them would themselves be cursed. Which side are you on -- blessed or cursed?

L'shalom, Don

subject: emails from christians
content: Yishai-- I listened to your program today, particularly the part where you were reading emails from xtians. These well-meaning xtians were explaining how they see themselves of a different 'brand' than the Catholic church. I was encouraged by your statements in response to these emails. You were kind and gracious, as usual, but truthful in your statements. I think that what you said, 'Don't go two thirds of the way, go all the way'....out of xtianity. (I am paraphrasing). You encouraged them to leave their false prophet completely and embrace the torah. I was so glad to hear this, as I am a former xtian. It is so important to hear the complete truth. The xtians need to know that there is a difference, and what exactly that difference is, between Judaism and xtianity. Whether it is messianic xtianity (hebrew xtians), evangelicals, or other types/brands of xtianity. This is important because, as you know, there are brands of xtianity that try to combine the 2 into 1, particularly the messianic xtians. When you take a stand against this on your radio station, this is SO important. I cannot stress this enough. These well-meaning xtians NEED to hear this difference, because this is something they will NEVER hear ANYWHERE else. Christians may not say this, but I believe the true seekers want the TRUTH. They want to know why righteous Jews do not waver in their faith, and what makes them so sure the 'new testament' is wrong. There are really many who want to know the truth, which is why they listen to this station. They are looking for something. Thank you for presenting the real thing, and may Hashem keep you strong, and bless you and your family.

Maria

ON WORLD POLITICS:

Shalom Malkah and Yishai,
 
Thanks for all your lovely programs.
i am just hearing your program for today, on the 'demand'.  i heard Malkah wonder why Canada is pro Israel of a sudden!?
 
i just want to clarify, that it is our present Government of Stephen Harper, (may he reign long), that is a G-d fearing man.
 
He is the only Prime minister, in Canada, that i have heard say after his speech. "'G-dd Bless', to his audience.  i love him. So that is why Canada's attitude is changed.  G-d help us if the Liberal's ever return, they love the enemies of Israel.  This is my opinion and thoughts.
 
Love you guys.
shalom shalom
stella.

Dear Yishai and Malkah,
 
Congratulations on moving back to Israel.  I am not Jewish but I would love to live in Israel,  It truly is Ha Shem's country as far as I am concerned.
 
I think all Jews need to live there for their own safety.
 
I am now reading a book called A PACK OF THIEVES, it is about how the people of Europe, led by the Nazis's looted and plundered the Jewish people before they killed them.  Sickening.  You all need to be somewhere safe and I think Israel is it.
 
I believe the way things are going the world over with anti semitism  that if the Jews do not go back to Israel they will again be hunted down.
 
The world is sick and a sick world loves to have someone to blame and guess who it will be.  Obama will not be of any help at all.
 
I have some Jewish friends that lives in Zicron Ya'akov, they moved from Canada two years ago.  Wonderful people, Their names are Nadiv and Nurit Dodgeson.  If you are ever in their lovely town do stop in and say hello to them for me.
 
May your life and all you descisions be always Blessed by Ha Shem, Bev

PHILISTINE, PALESTINIANS,OR ARABS

subject: Philistine:To Be Or Not To Be. Great Explantion.
content: Yishai, This is Lester from Philly. Just wanted to let you know that I heard your reasoning as to why you call the so-called Palestinians, Philistines. I must say that I didn't realize that your rationalization and argumentations where that intense, profound and heart-felt. I can not dispute or debate anything that you and Malkah,(I might add) had said. Praise God ! I understand your points and you and Malkah represented your stance on the subject very well. I agree with you both 110%. But personally myself, I will continue to refer to these arab squatters and usurpers, who work and fight against the Land of Israel and it's people, as "so-called palestinians". Who know's that could change If I ever decide to delve into it as deeply as you had obviously done to reach your conclusions. Well anyway thanks for responding to my "beef". And once again you have come through as usual and you've only compounded my love and belief in God and the State of Israel. Like I said before Yishai that I have a lot of respect for you. You may ask why? Because your are indeed a true Zionist and lover of the Land. God willing may all Jews throughout the Diaspora finally wake up and come home once again. Hallelujah!

May God Save Jerusalem And Bless His People In the Land of Israel, Shalom, Lester

subject: Philistines
content: Sorry, Yishai, but your argument is bogus. By using "Philistines" you are legitimizing the claim. There is, however, no reason to use the other "P" word. If you want to explain that "Phlistim" means, in Hebrew, "foreign invaders," that's legitimate -- as is "Arab foreign invaders." But don't give them credibility they don't deserve and which, as your correspondent said, they will take advantage of. Marshall

IRAN

Yishai Shalom,

Iran's enablers

Every time I see the latest installment of the Ahmadinejad show, I am suspicious.

It's clear that the EU is supporting Iran and funding their nuclear program, which means they are:
 "Outsourcing the holocaust."

In today's world, globalism is a fact of life. If you want to mass-produce sneakers, you go to the Chinese, for software you go to India. But if you want to mass-produce terror, you go to the Moslems.

Is the US playing good cop/bad cop with the EU and Iran against Israel ? The US could easily pressure Europe and Russia (the US funded Russia's infrastructure for gas and oil) to cut off Iran. But the US will not take the smallest step to stop it.

Remember, it was the US which overthrew the Shah and brought the Ayatollahs to power. The US also supplied the Iranians with weapons throughout the 80's. During the Iraq/Iran War, the US supplied both sides with arms.

So to describe the US as Iran's arch enemy is not accurate. Thus, under the above division of labor, the US will allow Europe to fund the Iranians for its cynical reapolitik goals, and then pretend to be Israel's friend. This accomplishes several things
* Pressure Israel to give up land to the Philistines
* Keep the Saudis in line
* Give the peace processors an  excuse to warm their beds at the King David and dictate to Israel

kol tuv,
Dan

ZIKARON

In March of 1995 my friends and I were drafted to the Israeli army. We had passed some grueling tests and were accepted to the Paratrooper brigades, the Tzanchanim. The image of the red berets liberating the Western Wall was fused into our psyches like it was in so many young Israeli children's, and more than anything we wanted to serve our country honorably and to the best of our abilities. Six painful months of basic training were ahead of us. In this period of time our minds and bodies were converted from civilian use and become the property of the IDF. We learned to push the envelope of our individual human capacity, and to harness the great strength inherent in an indivisible platoon.

All this time we kept our sights to the final day of basic training in which we would hike 86 kilometers, in utter silence with full infantry gear, up to Givat Ha-Tachmoshet, Ammunition Hill in Jerusalem, where many Tzanchanim had perished in 1967, and where we would receive our very own red berets and be inducted into the ranks of the paratroopers.

However, one fine day in May, barely three months after we began basic training, the pit bull-like sergeant major came into our barracks with a large box. We had no clue what its contents were. The sergeant major proceeded to open the box, and much to our surprise, unveiled red berets for each one of us in the platoon. "You don't deserve to be paratroopers yet,'' he told us. "But tomorrow you will leave the base and think of yourselves as full-fledged Tzanchanim for one day. You will not get to keep these,'' he added, "but wear them with pride and respect.''

The next day was Yom HaZikaron, Memorial Day, and the whole of the paratrooper brigade, thousands of men, would be released for one day to attend one of the many commemorations of fallen soldiers that took place in the cemeteries of this tiny nation. Each one of us was given precise directions to the cemetery and a plot number was also given to us. We were told that the plot number corresponded to a grave of a fallen paratrooper. We were ordered to stand next to that grave and next to the family of a young man who was once just like ourselves, wearing our red beret as he once did, and in a sense, to represent his memory and soul.

That next day, I had luck hitchhiking, the preferred mode of travel when in uniform. Hitchhiking was by no means a precise science, and though I had tweaked my "I'm a helpless soldier" stance to perfection, some days were better than others. I reached the gates of the cemetery about an hour early and the place was quiet and serene. I wandered in. The large space echoed silence and only the birds chirped in the large trees. Nature had overtaken this resting place and many of the walls were covered in ivy. I tried listening to the graves and heard no cries of pain, no last words, and no fear of death. The dead, it seemed to me, had made peace with their fate, they were no longer bitter at having fallen so young. Alone amongst my dead I stood, a bit in a daydream, under the sun.

Soon, people began to arrive and I straightened my stance and made sure my beret was on right. I was nervous at meeting the family I was assigned to.

Who would they be?

How would they react to me?

Will they cry next to me?

Will they ask me who I am?

Most of all my soul wondered:
What is it like for a parent to stand on the grave of his child?

How would my parents feel if I were that child?

How would I feel, if it were my child?

I thought about my own mother and her reservations about my army service.

Soon after, I spotted a family of three: father, mother and son, heading in my general direction. It was my family.

They greeted me kindly, and indeed, the father asked me who I was and where did I serve. The mother, who had been through this before, brought out some fruits and water to nourish the soldier with the red beret standing in front of her, and though she looked at me, I could see that her mind was far away, and that I was a painful reminder of her longing to nourish her own child.

As the somber ceremony began, once again I eyed my surroundings, and saw families standing by graves all around me. Interspersed amongst them were other Red Berets, for only the paratrooper brigade had this custom of representing their fallen. At this moment more than any other, tears welled up inside, for I realized that this was more than a personal tragedy of one fallen Tzanchan, but rather the day that all of Israel remembered the men who had laid down their lives in the attempt to build a home for the Jewish people. The red berets standing at the cemetery that day represented to me that successful effort of rebuilding a home we had lost so long ago. The dead came back to life in the form of a new generation of young soldiers who stood at the graves on the land which God had promised them. While the living cried, the dead now rested eternally in the bosom of Eretz Yisroel, the Land of Israel.

My adopted family was now in tears and the horns blared and reverberated through the cemetery signifying the moment of silence and memory that had finally come. Hhhhhhhmmmmmm, like a primordial hum or a sound of the shofar the Jewish soul could not fight back tears.

In that one moment I though of gratitude: I am so thankful to you, fallen Tzanchan, fallen Jew, fallen brother. Without you my parents would have had no place to run to from the choke hold of the Soviet Union, without you Jews of the world would never have shelter, and without you, I would not stand here today, wearing this uniform with a red beret that did not yet belong to me.

Shimon Peres finished speaking and the ceremony was over. The family thanked me for coming. They looked down onto their son's grave and God only knows what went through their minds. They walked away slowly, the mother leaning on her husband, noticeably weaker than when she entered. I would probably never see them again.

Shalom EEMA, shalom ABBA, I said to myself.

Seven months after this story took place, Tom Kareen, one of the company's commanders, was killed in a Hizbollah ambush. Also in that altercation, Yoav Be'er, a friend of mine in platoon two, lost an eye and a leg.

Tom Kareen and I did not get along too well throughout most of the service. However, a few weeks before his death, as I stood at an overlook guard post I saw him from a distance leading other soldiers while he carried a communications radio on his back. He saw me too, and from that distance he waved broadly with a big smile as to say "shalom friend, there is peace between us.'' That wave struck me as being uncharacteristic of army behavior and it made me feel human again if only for a bit.

When he was killed, the battalion commander came to speak with us. He shared our sadness but told us not to cry at the funeral. He said: "The enemy should not see you weeping like babies in front of the cameras, we are an army, and death is a part of it.'' I knew that he was right.

Tom was buried in the soil of his home kibbutz, Ginosar, on the shores of the Sea of Galilee, the Kinneret. It was the most beautiful cemetery I had ever seen. It was hard to fight back tears at the funeral as per our order, especially when Tom's fiancee eulogized her dead man with such warm words and tears.

Today is the day of memory and the time for those tears.

Yishai