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The Degeneration of the Nation

An Alternative History of the State of Israel

Even if the Messiah comes, he won't resolve the conflict (so it's not worth embarrassing ourselves). In the end, they might think there's no divine plan and it was all a fluke after the Holocaust (as always), or worse - that it's a sloppy and amateurish plan, something like the Exodus ending with the sin of the Golden Calf. So it's time for Plan B

By: The One Ahead of His Time

"The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!" (Source)

I dreamed that the angel of history was trying to disrupt history, or save the Jewish people, depending on your perspective. Because God up there decides to wake up from His dreams and intervene in Israeli history, for what didn't succeed in the Biblical era - might succeed in the era of "A Brief History of Humankind". Because everything went wrong, redemption didn't come, not even after the Holocaust, and not even after the establishment of the state, and not even after reciting countless Psalms. And even if the Messiah comes, he won't resolve the conflict (so it's not worth embarrassing ourselves). In the end, they might think there's no divine plan and it was all a fluke after the Holocaust (as always), or worse - that it's a sloppy and amateurish plan, something like the Exodus ending with the sin of the Golden Calf. So it's time for Plan B - but no angel had prepared a contingency plan, because who prepares a Plan B for God? That's heresy. Therefore, to prevent God from looking bad, like a failed writer who doesn't control the plot, we need to go back - and fix the point from which everything happened.

And the angel of the Lord descends from heaven, amidst the falsetto of "Don't Whisper a Prayer", towards the peace rally, to the moment when everything went wrong, to save Oslo, and extends his hand to divert the hand, and Yigal Amir doesn't assassinate Rabin. Somehow the three shots missed (headlines: Miraculously Saved!), and the whole country is in shock, they tried to assassinate a Prime Minister, the head of the Shin Bet resigns, Yigal Amir smiles during his trial, claiming he felt the touch of God's hand, but it's clear as day that this is a legal show of temporary insanity, and he gets life imprisonment, and everyone fantasizes about Margalit's braid who stood by him all the way, and... and... nothing happens. Hamas blows up buses, Bibi wins the direct elections, does the same things, utters the same statements, Oslo leads nowhere, Peres the loser replaces Rabin but is replaced before the elections by Barak, who defeats Bibi, and all of history continues exactly the same. It's all the same garbage. And in the end, Rabin dies of lung cancer, and they give him a state funeral, and Clinton comes and says "Shalom, chaver" (he's really written by Clinton's scriptwriters, this one). And Peres, as usual, forgets to die - not before Rabin badmouths him in a final interview with some scathing remarks, which is a charm for longevity. Cough.

And the angel of history rubs his wings. Perhaps it was too early, and history wasn't ripe, the country was before its maturation, and it didn't have breasts yet. What other critical point was there, because of which everything went wrong? And the angel of the Lord descends again from heaven, towards Sycamore Ranch, where Sharon felt unwell and went to sleep, and wakes him up from his sleep with a gentle tickle in the ear with a feather plucked from his wing (ouch!), and he blurts out confused nonsense that an angel of God appeared to him in a dream, and they fly him to the hospital, and he doesn't even collapse, and his hubris only grows and fattens, and he jokes about the doctors' orders, until three months later, in a spontaneous way that even the angel doesn't foresee, all the blood rushes to his head and mixes with the urine in one big mess, and he grows again in the hospital, and the settlers laugh again: "Do not uproot what is planted" - and... nothing happens. Everything is the same. Olmert is elected. Second Lebanon War. Bibi. Bibi. Bibi. Bibi. Bibi. Until even the angel gets tired. Where is the butterfly effect they told us about?

And the angel understands that perhaps we need to go back much further, to the defining moment of Israeli history's derailment, and prevent the Yom Kippur War. And he approaches Dado and whispers in his ear during his sleep: There will be a war. I, the guardian angel of Israel, am giving you a warning. And Dado wakes up filled with anxiety and calls Zeira and doesn't buy into the conception and does the opposite and sees all the signs and comes to the Prime Minister with a war alert - and Golda says: Excellent, let them start. So the nations of the world won't accuse us of starting. Don't mobilize reserves, and we won't irritate the Americans, so this time it will be clear to the kindergarten teacher who started (them!) and who's the victim (us!), and you good boys, heroes of Israel, will give them a Six-Day War, thanks to the spirit that is superior to force, as it is written "Five of you shall chase a hundred, and a hundred of you shall put ten thousand to flight; your enemies shall fall before you by the sword." And as in all of Israel's wars - hubris wins. Siren.

And the angel is completely desperate, and descends to me, who is at the edge of the most marginal corner in the entire country - at the spearhead of purposelessness, a kind of completely detached black wheel that isn't connected to anything in the system, a completely crazy screw, and therefore even if it's missing - the system won't go crazy. And he says: Maybe we should start the change from you? Because maybe we don't need to stop the turn of history in the heart of the hurricane, but we need to make the change from the golem, even before the flutter of the butterfly's wings. That's where the aforementioned effect is. Not in power, but in the mind, that is, in a tiny change in a dream, as God likes to touch history, in a flutter, through an idea, and not through the plagues of Egypt.

And I wake up: Are you kidding me? Do you know how many ideas I have? Like trash. A long, long line of failed ideas. And not just any ideas, wonderful ideas! I'm the most fertile golem in the country. Do you know that I've already written over ten books? And how many people have read them? Do you know that I have more books than readers? What do you think, that these are the Jews of the past, who were interested in ideas? Who said, wow, this is interesting, never heard anything like it, let's sit and read more? My ideas could have changed Israel? They could have changed the entire world. One by one original, innovative, meaningful, oh my beloved ideas, who died before they were born. Poor ideas, whose misfortune it was to rise and hatch in the brain of a golem. And who needs another nudnik in bed who is an ideational laboratory, and an incubator for an entire school of thought, like viruses they contaminate me, and burn my brain - but how far they are from virality, my cute pathogens, that infect me again and again with spiritual diseases - because I infect myself. You're coming to me?

And the angel sighs: So what can be done, let the country deteriorate into another exile? Come on, bring an idea, if you're such a genius. And I get angry: It's not a matter of intellect. The Jews have long ceased to be a people of dreamers. Haven't you noticed that they stopped waiting for the Messiah? That they have no prophets? That they have no more futuristic spiritual dimension? Your mistake, as the angel of history, was to think that politics changes something, but the political realm is meaningless in Israel. The Prime Minister doesn't decide and doesn't make decisions, but he's actually a hat of the state, because unlike other countries, there's no hierarchy here and no government, and law is a joke and halacha is a punchline (because what did the Jews learn, what did they really learn from the Gemara? That every instruction, even from God, is just the starting point of an endless argument). And therefore, for us, a mitzvah comes through a sin, and every exception has a rule, and every boundary has a trick, and every eye-closing is a wink, in short - Jews simply don't know what a state is. You think Bibi is the problem? Bibi is just the hat of the problem. And sometimes you want to remove the hat just to see that underneath there's another hat, and another hat, and another hat, and there's no head. There's no king in Israel. Each man does what is right in his own eyes. The problem is a spiritual problem, not a political one, and it's a problem of lack of a dreamy dimension to reality, of lack of literature - as a way of life. Jews can't live without a book. And for the first time in their history - they live today without a book. The Bible wasn't some by-product of the biblical era, but the biblical era was a product of the Bible. The book shapes life. What went wrong in Israel? That once secular Israel had a book - the Bible (it doesn't have to be. I actually think that the book a modern state could live by is the Zohar. Not a state of Halacha - but a state of Kabbalah). And what went wrong is that today it has no book, and it's not writing any book, and therefore not living a book. The problem is that the People of the Book - has become just a people. And as just a people, it's quite obtuse. If someone writes about God, about myth, or even about the most simple angel - they'll simply snicker.

And the angel of history says: So there are no more points where I can influence? Everything is left to the angel of literature? And I say: There's only one organization in Israel where it still matters who's at the top, and where there's governance, and therefore a lever of influence on reality. If Galant had been Chief of Staff, a war with Iran would have broken out. If Eisenkot hadn't been Chief of Staff, a fourth Intifada would have broken out. If Halutz hadn't been Chief of Staff, the Second Lebanon War wouldn't have broken out. And so you see that when a Chief of Staff enters politics, he's a complete idiot. And you grab your head - how can this be? Because a head can't be a hat. You don't need to be a genius to control people who do what you say. Any idiot can do that. But to be controlled by people, and still contain everything like a hat, to give a feeling that there's a head inside you - for that you need to be a genius like Bibi. I tell you from my experience in the field of writing, for example: it's very easy to be content, but very hard to be form. And head - is what gives content. But hat - is what gives form. And because they never understand what I'm saying, I'll give another analogy. It's terribly easy to be a man. Any idiot can be a man. And even a CEO. But to be a woman - that's real genius. For example, to be a mother, or to reach satisfaction from penetration - that requires truly high spiritual abilities. The ability to contain within you - to be a feminine and controlled man like Bibi - who is controlled by the entire country, is an incredible talent, which only the greatest writers have, who contain within themselves an entire society (it's not for nothing they're called great). Therefore, if you meet giants of the spirit, you understand why they are such giants of the world, not because they are the head of the world, but because they are its hat. And God - is the shtreimel of the whole world. The sefirah of Keter. And therefore the creation of the world was, from God's perspective, an act of tremendous self-contraction and creation of the empty space to contain the world - the action of becoming a hat. Not like inferior angels of history, who are busy with games of heads, and somehow convince the audience of readers and the public of writers that the most important question in life is: who will be the Prime Minister. Because the most important question - is the question of the hat.

Nightlife


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The Degeneration of the Nation

Pornographomania - The Future of Literature

The triumph of image over text is the victory of Christianity over Judaism, and about that which cannot be spoken - one must be silent. Four (!) poems that arrived at the editor's desk mark a new wave in Hebrew poetry: Nuduality. Nudual poetry strips bare the supplement and its editorial considerations - naked and exposed. The clichéd nature of the poems is a refreshing breeze that allows the creation of something from nothing, a noise of change and transformation in our non-existent poetry - from absolutely nothing, literally, and it shall be pleasant to the listener. And when every distortion and embedding is a use of our sources as an excuse, in the style of "who causes the wind to blow and the rain to fall" [Translator's note: A phrase from Jewish liturgy], culture and literature copulate in the sun for all to see, with the confused imagery like a cloud in the rainbow of the sky's purity - brilliant!

By: Can This Be Read Seriously?

The master of style Shinsui Ito combines old and new and shows how to do it right - and beautifully (source)

Four Times in a Row

1\. Religion

Programming -
labor of
mortar and bricks
the sons in the database
drown in the river

Seven naked and thin daughters
immerse in the screen
and rise from it
Seven fat cows in line
The fat - and the content
straw

Come thread
Turn snake
Key - trap
Enter

The temple

Religion of the new
New religion
Pyramid of breast
Lush abundant
Its head a nipple
Sliding button hat
Its slim light - orgasm
Press
Click

The mouse is the will
The will is the mouse
Allah is already
not
For she is above
Remember her - to ride
and not - to tail

Chorus:
Pleasure is the interiority
of will - and fatness is the interiority
of thinness
The internet is the interiority of the net
And the tail is the desire to enter
To return inside
Also to rhyme
Light gas
what

(To pleasure mother)

2\. The Window

In the darkness of the cell
Light gas
what

Not with the consent of the place
I'll weave
Time

Without audience, destination
Longing
Also

Lust

Then without aim, more and more
Exaggerated
Itself itself
Like an eye to a penis -
In nothingness

3\. Rich People's Problems

It's built-in - into this
That you - will serve her
When the woman - the lady
From the sharp-horned - the abilities
Double-digit, as a slave
Pierced her will more and more
Her you shall serve
As an image in the literature of the palaces
Only to the holy of holies
Of the feminine feeling
You shall not approach, not touch
Forever you shall not know
Only worship

Rich trouble,
Is there a stranger
work?
The work of orgasm
Compared to the work of
The earth
And here she trembles again
Red

4\. The Status of Man and the Status of Revelation

From Eden was banished
Adam's snake
And to it the greatness of curses

Only to see
The voices

Bass voice:
Jealousy of a small man
Soprano voice:
Satan did not create

Whispering, touching
Infinity
And you have:

An end

*

0\. Epilogue

Facts of Life: Sexual Inferiority

Women are class A
And I'm class B
That sex - is my soul
And you *truly* love
And enjoy it a thousandfold
More than me vibrating internally
My soul I am your device
The external soft, only entering and exiting
And doesn't know - your secret
You betray me with yourself
And with my organs
The male
And when I ask you to tell describe
\- You'll remember on your lip -
A word you won't be able not
To say

And maybe maybe only in simile you'll ignite
Me

A stick consumed
In my jealousy

And I cannot

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Pornographomania - The Future of Literature

The triumph of image over text is the victory of Christianity over Judaism, and about that which cannot be spoken - one must be silent. Four (!) poems that arrived at the editor's desk mark a new wave in Hebrew poetry: Nuduality. Nudual poetry strips bare the supplement and its editorial considerations - naked and exposed. The clichéd nature of the poems is a refreshing breeze that allows the creation of something from nothing, a noise of change and transformation in our non-existent poetry - from absolutely nothing, literally, and it shall be pleasant to the listener. And when every distortion and embedding is a use of our sources as an excuse, in the style of "who causes the wind to blow and the rain to fall" [Translator's note: A phrase from Jewish liturgy], culture and literature copulate in the sun for all to see, with the confused imagery like a cloud in the rainbow of the sky's purity - brilliant!

By: Can This Be Read Seriously?

The master of style Shinsui Ito combines old and new and shows how to do it right - and beautifully (source)

Four Times in a Row

1. Religion

Programming -
labor of
mortar and bricks
the sons in the database
drown in the river

Seven naked and thin daughters
immerse in the screen
                  and rise from it
Seven fat cows in line
The fat - and the content
straw

Come thread
Turn snake
Key - trap
Enter

The temple

Religion of the new
New religion
Pyramid of breast
Lush abundant
Its head a nipple
Sliding button hat
Its slim light - orgasm
Press
Click

The mouse is the will
The will is the mouse
Allah is already
not
For she is above
Remember her - to ride
and not - to tail

Chorus:
Pleasure is the interiority
of will - and fatness is the interiority
of thinness
The internet is the interiority of the net
And the tail is the desire to enter
To return inside
Also to rhyme
Light gas
what

(To pleasure mother)

2. The Window

In the darkness of the cell
Light gas
what

Not with the consent of the place
I'll weave
Time

Without audience, destination
Longing
Also

Lust

Then without aim, more and more
Exaggerated
Itself itself
Like an eye to a penis -
In nothingness

3. Rich People's Problems

It's built-in - into this
That you - will serve her
When the woman - the lady
From the sharp-horned - the abilities
Double-digit, as a slave
Pierced her will more and more
Her you shall serve
As an image in the literature of the palaces
Only to the holy of holies
Of the feminine feeling
You shall not approach, not touch
Forever you shall not know
Only worship

Rich trouble,
Is there a stranger
work?
The work of orgasm
Compared to the work of
The earth
And here she trembles again
Red

4. The Status of Man and the Status of Revelation

From Eden was banished
Adam's snake
And to it the greatness of curses

Only to see
The voices

Bass voice:
Jealousy of a small man
Soprano voice:
Satan did not create

Whispering, touching
Infinity
And you have:

An end

*

0. Epilogue

Facts of Life: Sexual Inferiority

Women are class A
And I'm class B
That sex - is my soul
And you *truly* love
And enjoy it a thousandfold
More than me vibrating internally
My soul I am your device
The external soft, only entering and exiting
And doesn't know - your secret
You betray me with yourself
And with my organs
The male
And when I ask you to tell describe
- You'll remember on your lip -
A word you won't be able not
To say

And maybe maybe only in simile you'll ignite
Me

A stick consumed
In my jealousy

And I cannot

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The Degeneration of the Nation

The Howl Within Every Word

The world aspires to a state of low energy, which is a higher feline state, this is the second law of catodynamics, and spiritual laziness has already reached such high levels that it's difficult to surpass them. And indeed, secularism is gradually losing its appeal, because if once it was lazier than religion - today religion is easier than it, and worst of all - more natural. Who has the energy for evolution, when science itself supports the theory of catolution

By: A Lazy Algorithm

God is the King  (Source)

I dreamed that God decides he's a cat. Because he's tired of all the pressures. It's not that he can't handle them, because he's God, but he doesn't want to. And he'll do what he wants, because it's God's will. So now he's a cat and what are you going to do about it, let the world update according to the new philosophical starting point. Because logically, it's not the world that determines God but is determined by God. And thus said God: Meow.

And all the angels are filled with fear of the cat lying in the heavens, and are afraid that he will hunt them like birds, and they take their wings and flee. And the skies become clean of spirituality, and some lazy essence takes over the entire universe and existence. Something very spoiled is happening in all fields of knowledge, and no one understands where this indulgence comes from, how suddenly people can afford it. Sleeping late and demanding food. No one wants to work. Or study. Just to make an occasional leap, with half a minute's effort, and catch something fat, or decide that you've caught it, and wait for applause. No one writes anything that takes more than two minutes, and certainly doesn't read (because reading is already considered an inferior type of writing, very bad and reverse writing - writing inward). And even the most greedy economic activity is based on start-up companies. Sleeping until noon, making one leap, and then feeling like we've done our daily quota, and even touched the sky (maybe to the extent of justice, considering the new God). On the other hand, it turns out that those who lose the most appeal and suffer from the new situation are the religions, which are all dying in impressive ideological laziness, to which they adhere with devotion.

But it turns out that the first religion that finds it easiest to adapt to the new situation of God as a cat is actually Islam. Because their monotheism is the simplest and most simplistic, so instead of Allahu Akbar they now commit suicide with Allahu Cat, and anyway who has the energy to commit suicide. Occasionally they shout from the hammock: Jihad! and feel they've done above and beyond. Then, the second religion that manages to adapt to the situation successfully is Christianity. Because if a virgin can give birth to a man, she can also give birth to a cat. Right? And then the son of God is a cute kitten, who doesn't have the energy to get up from the cross, so he just falls asleep, even if it's a bit uncomfortable - he's already suffered enough for the whole world. And then the Mother of God is the Cat Lady - and everything fits perfectly. No one has the energy for scholasticism anymore anyway. This isn't the Middle Ages, it's the Cat Era. And all kinds of lazy intellectuals (yes, even the secular ones have been infected) say: It's easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of egoism, and anyway we're living in the era of late egoism (or something like that, who has the energy to think in this heat, it's already too late in history to think), and this is the satiated, tired, and mainly lazy egoism. Not some dangerous egoism. Not some aspiration for a superman, but for a pet. And the main thing is that cats don't make wars, right?

But only Judaism finds itself in serious trouble. Because if God is a cat, then worshiping God - is idolatry! And what do we do? Who do we pray to, or rather, meow to? And the rabbis don't know how to update the Halacha [Jewish law] to a situation where God is a cat. Maybe we need to listen not to the word of God but to his yawn? Maybe we need six days of Sabbath and one day of work? And maybe instead of long beards we need to start growing huge mustaches? And instead of head tefillin [phylacteries] we need tail tefillin? And speaking of tails, where's the circumcision now? But in the end, the rabbis become more and more fat, proud and lazy, and even if nothing fits, it's already hard to distinguish between them and black cats guarding the milk, and the Torah is after all compared to milk in a bowl, as it is written "and milk under your tongue" etc., etc., and so on, and that's it, and no more needs to be said, and there's no need to elaborate.

But those who really got screwed are the secular people. Because what can secularism be when religiosity is catness. What's the relevance of heresy, when all God does is meow? Who can be a greater heretic than one who believes in a cat with a long invisible mustache in the sky that has been sleeping for two thousand years? How can one be intellectually lazier than what the old religion offers? After all, the world aspires to a state of low energy, which is a higher feline state, this is the second law of catodynamics, and spiritual laziness has already reached such high levels that it's difficult to surpass them.

And indeed, secularism is gradually losing its appeal, because if once it was lazier than religion - today religion is easier than it, and worst of all - more natural. Who has the energy for evolution, when science itself supports the theory of catolution, and everything only aspires to equilibrium and decay and return to a state of rest. Nature itself is in favor of a black cat in the sky, according to the Big Yawn theory on the creation of the universe, and even the supermassive black hole at the center of galaxies has already been replaced by astrophysicats with a chubby cat. Because really, what difference is there between a black cat and a black circle, if no light escapes from it, and everything it broadcasts collapses back into it, every word that comes out of its mouth is immediately swallowed back into its throat. No information can come out of it, only it sees the whole world, and the world doesn't see it. Just like the cat, blessed be He.

So in such a situation, is there a difference between a circle and a hole? And if you say it has an enormous gravitational pull on the world, it's precisely because of this gravitational pull - nothing will ever come out of it to the world. Because the escape velocity needed from the darkness is even greater than the speed of light, I'm telling you, but you will never hear what I've ever said. Because the speed of sound is much lower than the speed of its decay. And only one short syllable is still heard in the world, some frequency of howl that envelops the entire universe from creation to the end of all days, in a kind of cosmic background radiation to everything that is said. Meow.

Nightlife