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      From the Hills of Efraim
      by Yisrael Medad
      This blog will be informative, highlight foibles, will be assertively contentious and funny and wryly satirical.
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      Yisrael Medad is a revenant resident of Shiloh, in the Hills of Efrayim north of Jerusalem.  He arrived in Israel with his wife, Batya, in 1970 and lived in the renewing Jewish Quarter, eventually moving to Shiloh in 1981. 

      Currently the Menachem Begin Center's Information Resource Director, he has previously been director of Israel's Media Watch, a Knesset aide to three Members of Knesset and a lecturer in Zionist History.  He assists the Yesha Council in it's contacts with the Foreign Media in a volunteer capacity, is active on behalf of Jewish rights on the Temple Mount and is involved in various Jewish and Zionist activist causes.  He contributes a Hebrew-language media column to Besheva and publishes op-eds in the Jerusalem Post and other periodicals.

      He also blogs at MyRightWord in English and, in Hebrew, at The Right Word.

      Sivan 8, 5768, 6/11/2008

      Almost, But Not Quite, Sex

      Tzvi Fishman seems to get a lot of responses and comments when he deals with the more biological aspects of life.  I'm not sure I can deal with that subject properly but I looked around for something approximate.  And I think I found it:

      Did you know that, in the United States, the test of obscenity still hinges on a 1973 Supreme Court ruling which held that a work is not legally obscene if it has "literary, artistic, political or scientific value."

      If we can be liberal enough to apply that standard here in Israel, although I am not sure what our own High Court for Justice holds up as a standard, I ask you, dear readers:

      According to that test, is Ehud Olmert obscene?

      Can we write a play or a book about him?  Can his wife, the artist, use him as a subject, abstract or otherwise?  Can we analyse him for any psychological value?

      There must be something, no?  Some value?