I’ve had it with Diaspora Jews. They are so uptight and sensitive. The slightest criticism drives them crazy. Whatever I write offends them. So do yourselves a favor, my friends, and stop reading this blog. From now on it’s just for Israelis.

For two years, out of a passionate love in my heart, I’ve invested hundreds of hours, without receiving a nickel in return, to help you see your blindness, and to enlighten you to what Judaism is really about.

"Vienna, Virginia on My Mind"

But you prefer wandering around in your darkness, clinging to your suitcase of excuses.

Suitcase of excuses

As the old saying goes, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.

"Nope, it's not water."

So, let’s let bygones be bygones. I am sorry if I cracked your armor, exposed your delusions, and made you face the paucity of your rationalizations for loving your foreign lovers and foreign lands.

Please don’t read this blog anymore. If you want honey, you can find it in a supermarket. From now on this blog is for Israelis only. If I write about galut, it’s not meant for you, but rather to remind us in Israel how thankful we should be to Hashem for letting us live in His Holy Land.