That’s it. I’ve had it. It’s over. I am all blogged out. There is no way I can be honest with myself, and with you, and do t’shuva, and continue to write this blog.
This is the month of Elul, just before Rosh Hashana, when we are called upon to do an accounting of our ways, and who can say that he hasn’t sinned? How can I exhort you to change your old, routine t’shuva tapes, and come clean before G-d, when I myself continue on with the same old polluted tune?
Come New Year’s, Fishman will become just another shooting star that twinkled brightly, blazed across the Internet, and petered out with a whispery silence into the trash.
First of all, my arrogance. It screams out to Heaven. The Big Blogger! As if I have something to say! What a joke! What a laugh! Yes, I could tell you how to write a screenplay, but to pretend to know something about Torah, or about the complexities of Am Yisrael – what a fake! True, I have tried to quote real Sages, so that readers may benefit from their words, but on many occasions I wrote as if I were the expert on this subject or that, when it is all a big bluff. I know nothing! Yet I pretend to be the voice box of the nation. The Almighty hates arrogance and pride. So how can I continue?
And what about all of those nasty punches I dealt to Diaspora Jews? Doesn’t G-d love them too? Is this OK? Can I pass this over as if it is OK to blast away at a Jew just because he or she lives in the stinking cesspool of the exile? Several readers commented on this lack of Ahavat Yisrael. Would Rabbi Kook write in this fashion? With satirical illustrations to boot? Certainly not!
And yes, I confess, my eyeballs have been gooooooooogled and yahoooooed out of my mind. Filters, shmilters. You search for a photo of the universe to explain the phenomenon of t’shuva, and the first image that appears on the screen is a picture of Miss Universe lying naked on a beach! TILT! TILT! TILT! TILT! GAME OVER!
I’ve had it. I quit. I’m getting a job in a yeshiva, working in the kitchen. Like some have suggested, I am going back to my cave. Maybe when I emerge, I will be a humbler, kinder, holier person.
In the meantime, forgive me, Arutz 7, for the damage I did to the very positive image you worked so hard to create. And forgive, all readers whom I have offended. Come New Year’s, Fishman will become just another shooting star that twinkled brightly, blazed across the Internet, and petered out with a whispery silence into the trash.