The Phone Hasn't Stopped Ringing

Batya Medad ,

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Batya Medad
New York-born Batya Medad made aliyah with her husband just weeks after their 1970 wedding and has been living in Shiloh since 1981. Political pundit, with a unique perspective, Batya has worked in a variety of professions: teaching, fitness, sales, cooking, public relations, photography and more. She has a B.S. in Journalism, is a licensed English Teacher specializing as a remedial teacher and for a number of years has been studying Tanach (Bible) in Matan. Batya blogs on Shiloh Musings and A Jewish Grandmother. ...

I don't listen to the messages on the phone.
You'd think I was popular with all the calls I'm getting.  It's even worse than the "friends" on those internet "social" networks.  These people make no efforts to listen to me or read my opinions.  It's all technology.

The calls are from people who want to be Members of Knesset from the Likud.  Many years ago we signed up as members of the Likud.  I think that getting out of the deal is harder than leaving a Cathoic marriage, at least the type which existed in the days when they prayed in Latin and ate fish on Thursday or was it Friday.  The Likud is going to have Primaries, and since the polls predict lots of seats, all sorts of people have suddenly decided that they are loyal Likudniks and deserve to be in Knesset and make our laws etc.

In the olden days, predating Likud, when it was Cherut or Gachal, not all Israelis had phones in their homes, and computers were those enormous things we read about.  The closest thing to a cellphone was the spy gadget, like the "shoe phone" in Get Smart.  So, in those days, we'd just go to the Cherut office in downtown Jerusalem and get a list to copy from a Lechi hero whom we trusted.  It told us whom to vote for.  Don't worry.  I didn't follow it religiously.  I first searched out the few female names on the actual list of wannabees and then crossed off the same number from the recommended.  And then I voted for the rest according to the special list. Since I hadn't the vaguest idea who all those people were, it made no difference to me.

Now things have  changed.  Some people are sending recommended lists via email.  Wannabees record messages which are sent via the telephone.  Also, now I know that I can't trust anybody.  It doesn't matter what they say now.  It doesn't matter what they promise.  And now I know more about them, and there are some I don't want to see in the Knesset.

I don't listen to the messages on the phone.  They're just ads, meaningless words.