Democracy At Work

"He always made mistakes and I always took advantage of his foolishness. But now, suddenly... he's playing by the rules! He is doing everything that the regulations of the game tell him to do. He is winning the game because he studied every rule, and he follows a game-plan. And that's not fair!"

Isaac Kohn,

OpEds לבן ריק
לבן ריק
Arutz 7
Livnat: Stop Them! They Might be Elected!

12:14 Feb 07, '05 / 28 Shevat 5765

...."To my great sorrow, there is not much that can be done ? they are using, eh, eh, tools, eh, that are democratic, that they use ? in order to take over the Likud ideologically. There is in fact a difficulty that is, eh, very problematic, they have learned to use
our tools, eh...."

...Livnat took advantage of the situation to warn Likud members not to vote for Jewish Leadership candidates today, even though Kach and Jewish Leadership are not related. "I'm not worried about myself," she said, "but only about the Likud."


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The two children sat down on the floor in Dalia's room; Aryeh pulled the game towards him, opened the cover and took out the game-board. Each received the allotted dollar amount and picked the color of his playing piece. Within a minute or two, they were deeply involved in the game. The dice were thrown, the moves made, properties bought and sold and money exchanged.

Suddenly...

"Mommy! Mommy! Come quickly! Mommy!" Dalia screeched at the top of her lungs, fury written all over her face.

Aryeh was stunned, but only for a moment.

Hearing the child's frantic call for help, Dalia's mother didn't hesitate for a second. Dropping the tray of hot coffee and cookies she was about to serve her guests in the living room, she paid no heed to the beautiful Oriental rug as the black liquid splattered all over.

"I'm coming!" she yelled, hysterical, as she rushed up the stairs to her daughter's room. "I'm coming!" The child continued screeching for her mother.

Running up the stairs two at a time, she almost tripped on the teddy bear laying sprawled across the middle step. About to lose her balance, she grabbed the railing and, without loosing a beat, she rushed upwards. "I'm coming."

Panting and sweating from the effort, she burst through the door. She gasped for air as her eyes widened with disbelief. Her child, her baby, her precious gift from G-d, was sitting facing her playmate and screaming at the top of her lungs: "Mommy! Help me!"

The young playmate was frozen to his place on the floor, the Monopoly game-board was spread out between the two, pieces placed in various boxes on the board. A stack of play-money was piled in front of Aryeh and he also seemed to have a rich share of the properties.

"Nothing seems amiss," the mother thought to herself, somewhat relieved, while the unrelenting screeching continued.

"Shhhh! What's the matter? What happened?"

"What happened!? Aryeh is cheating!"

"Cheating? How is he doing that?" the mother, obviously miffed, asked her child.

"Mommy! Don't you see what Aryeh's doing?" Dalia stomped her feet in frustration.

"No, I don't," responded her mother as she looked at the boy. Aryeh was sitting there quietly. "Is he smirking?" she thought. "I wonder why?"

"Tell mommy what happened," she coaxed her frustrated little angel.

"It's not fair! I always won. Every game we played so far, Aryeh lost. But now, suddenly, he's winning."

"So? Isn't that the goal of the game? To win? Isn't Aryeh entitled to win once in a while?"

"Mommy! Don't you realize what's happening here? Mommy, I thought you were on my side!"

"Dear child, this is not a matter of 'being on your side.' This has to do with what is fair. If your friend is winning, what's the problem? Is it fair that only you win, always?"

"But, Mommy, don't you see? He never knew the rules. He always made mistakes and I always took advantage of his foolishness. But now, suddenly... he's playing by the rules! He is doing everything that the regulations of the game tell him to do. He is winning the game because he studied every rule, and he follows a game-plan. And that's not fair!"

She looked at her daughter incredulously. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I don't understand, Dalia. Isn't that the way a game ought to be played? By the rules of the game? Aren't you glad that he finally learned the rules of the game and, by following the regulations, he begins to understand how this game is supposed to be played?"

"Mommy! Don't you realize what's going to happen? Oh, I'm so frustrated!" the child stomped around the room in anger, kicking wildly at her dolls.

While all this was going on, the boy simply smiled. His silence angered the girl even more and she glared at him in anger.

"That's it! I will not play with you as long as you plan to win according to the rules. These rules were made for me! Understand? Me! My mommy bought this game; my father wrapped it in the gift wrapping; I was in the store when we picked it up; I played many, many times in order to win. I even changed a few rules here and there in order to win... oops," she gulped, "And now you come here and you play to win? You can't! These are not your rules! And... I will warn all my friends not to play with you any longer."

"There, there," cooed the mother as she wiped her daughter's tears. Embarrassed at her daughter's obvious baby tactics, she smiled sheepishly at the boy.

"Maybe you'd better go home now, young-man. You'll play again another day, when she calms down."

"The next time I play this game, not only will I win, but I will also take home with me every playing piece, every paper dollar and..."

"And?"

"And she, the cry-baby, will not be able to cheat and to fool me any longer. Now that I know the rules and play by the rules, she can go play in the sand. That's where babies play."

Still smiling, Aryeh walked out of the room and down the stairs.

"It's not fair... not fair..." he heard Dalia crying as he closed the door.

Aryeh whistled as he ran home. He already won.




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