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The Degeneration of the Nation

When the Parasite Meets the Host

The problem is that you don't study Talmud, and therefore you didn't understand that you need to deceive the state. Where is your crooked, Jewish thinking?

By: A Great Bastard

A poster against the Pride Parade (Source)

I dreamed that I had a suggestion for homosexuals, that they should learn from the ultra-Orthodox how to solve their problems with the state. And I enter "Atraf" [Translator's note: a popular gay dating app in Israel] looking for a homosexual to tell him the idea. And there are all kinds of homosexuals there - Homo erectus, Homo australopithecus - and here I find a Homo sapiens who seems like I can talk to him about something other than sex. And he laughs at me: Hehe, what secularism couldn't do with evolution - we managed to do this time. We defeated religion. After all, what did your rabbi say - that God couldn't have created a homosexual. And here, there is a homosexual. That means there is no God!

And I write to him in the app: Apparently you really didn't learn reasoning in the Talmud. On the contrary, the opposite is more likely. The homosexual is the proof that there is a God! After all, if God didn't create a homosexual, and there is a homosexual - it means that the homosexual is a miracle. And he gets confused: Are you trying to tell me that God reveals himself in the homosexual? And I answer: Haven't you ever read the Torah? Who told you that the holy and awesome name of God isn't written on a piece of parchment taken from the cow's behind? The problem is that you don't study Talmud, and therefore you didn't understand that you need to deceive the state. Where is your crooked, Jewish thinking? What you need is to say that the surrogate is your partner, and that she can't get pregnant, and then the state will fund fertility treatments for you. And then say that you separated and from the child allowances that she doesn't raise, you'll pay her for the surrogacy in installments until the age of 18. And that's how you'll screw the State of Israel in reverse.

And he objects: It's a nice reasoning in the issue, but there's one thing you didn't take into account, and that's that a woman is not a cow that you can take her calf away after birth. What if she suddenly changes her mind and wants the baby, and then I'll have to pay her child support and suffer her craziness? And I get excited and resolve: Okay, let's make an assumption for the initial understanding! You need a married woman, and no one will be able to check if it's your sperm or her husband's that you bring for fertilization, and her husband won't agree for her to raise a child that's not his. And what's the most beautiful thing (because according to Jewish aesthetics, the crooked is beautiful, and therefore when you manage to twist to a complete reversal, it's the aesthetic peak)? That here the Halacha [Jewish law] comes to your aid, because she can't even change her mind at all because then you'll prove that the child is a bastard. And my study partner says: But then it means the child will really be a bastard! Isn't that a problem for you? And I'm delighted, almost as if I convinced him to put on tefillin: Well, that's exactly the beauty in the Torah! According to Halacha, a bastard is only someone who has been proven to be a bastard. What you need is to learn from me how to be a bastard - without anyone being able to prove you're a bastard.

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The Degeneration of the Nation

On the Idea of Sexual Terrorism: A New Israeli Startup for Global Terrorism

Political Cat: A new column by Bilha Reuven. This time, the cat delves into the inevitable connection between two types of group hysteria nurtured by our media. Why is raping a woman or a girl considered more severe than murdering her? The coupling of the taboo that most excites the masses' imagination in the #MeToo era with the idea of terrorism is extremely fertile, and we will yet taste much of its rotten fruit, all thanks to our hysteria. On porn terrorism as the future of terrorism in the 21st century - and in our conflict in particular. Because murder is so 20th century

By: The Counterterrorist

The Meow as Israeli Ethos (Source)

It's already difficult to know who invented what in the shared imagination game of Israelis and Palestinians called terrorism, where anxieties become reality and vice versa. Since the airplane hijackings in the seventies, suicide bombings, ramming attacks - and other Palestinian-Israeli co-productions widely covered worldwide - our local conflict has become an ideological laboratory for global terrorism and a source of imitation for Muslims and the terrorism industry around the globe. Now, the local startup industry of shock - stemming from the shared creativity of both sides, in a classic dynamic of mutual evolution of predator and prey - has finally come up with a new and promising idea (which of course has ancient roots): the connection between terrorism and sex. Next time, the new ISIS might publish snuff films of child rape rather than men's murders. The view counter will break records.

Why is the connection between terrorism and rape so effective in the masses' imagination - and therefore can become a new type of terrorist weapon in a world that's no longer shocked by murder - but still excited by sex? And why are we again aiding terrorism by revealing to all (and to our enemies) our deepest fears and exposing the darkest places of the Israeli psyche, which is exceptionally excited by the combination of voyeurism, terror, and victimhood? Only the sexual conservatism of Palestinian society has so far prevented it from exploiting the obvious link between terrorism and sex - but the mass hysteria in cases of rape and murder of the girl and the rape of the child, and their amazing effectiveness on Israeli society, may yet create a domino effect of copycat acts, and change the ethos of Palestinian terrorism, which initially even opposed suicide (who remembers?).

And who's to blame? Of course - those who can't restrain themselves, and those who are publicly shocked, as a collective and pagan ritual around the victim. Terrorism, after all, feeds on the storm it stirs in the enemy's soul. In societies indifferent to human life - terrorism is much less effective. On the other hand, kidnapping everyone's child is a great idea in Israel, although much less successful abroad (because other societies are more indifferent to their soldiers). Instead of developing and practicing a kind of Greek stoic and masculine (and heroic? A bad word) perception, which emphasizes the ethos of the power of restraint ("gever" [man] from the word "hitgabrut" [overcoming]), Israeli society has a cat ethos, just without the self-respect and nobility.

The Jewish desire to wail your pain in public, and to participate in collective public wailing after every event in a brainwashing that has become a fixed ritual in the media (which will always expropriate any other agenda, because terrorism is the sovereign that can declare a state of emergency), is what turned terrorism into the central weapon in the conflict. We learned nothing from the Ron Arad affair, nor from the Shalit deal. Indifference - is strength. Whining - is weakness. And it's not just about political power or weakness, but moral strength and moral weakness. Ethos - this is the key word for a culture that wants to preserve its culture even in the face of barbarism.

The Israeli media is the biggest collaborator with terrorism (and even benefits from it economically, in a feedback loop) - as is anyone who obsessively consumes it and enjoys its content and attack broadcasts. So what's the alternative, they'll ask? Well, that the People of the Book should read a book - and learn from the ultra-Orthodox to leave the life of the hour and focus on eternal life (true, it's hard to concentrate in the smartphone era). This is the true Jewish morality, not the one that "demands retaliation" as if every Israeli carries the Chief of Staff's scepter on their Facebook wall. Resistance to current affairs in general, and to Israeli media in particular - is the great moral act of our time.

The more Israelis are shocked by the idea of rape terrorism - the more effective it will become, more legitimate in Palestinian consciousness and more common in terrorist practice (which is mostly imitation acts, and in fact is a game of images of copying and creativity, just like in an artistic genre - for it exists in its essence in the shared imagination space between the creator - the terrorist - and the viewer). This is a self-fulfilling prophecy of horror, in a feedback loop between Palestinian consciousness and Israeli consciousness that has only been growing stronger and more sophisticated for half a century. Only the point of contact between these two consciousnesses creates the shared spiritual enterprise of the two peoples, whose success is no longer in doubt, and which has made them famous throughout the world - the consciousness of terrorism. Therefore, it's time to replace it with an alternative consciousness - and alternative current affairs.

Alternative Current Affairs


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The Degeneration of the Nation

Poems for Adults

Only

By: Who's Left to Read?

The Fall Doesn't Go Anywhere (Source)

If the aging poet (scoundrel) has lost all talent, but still continues to write and disgrace himself, then all the more so "Culture and Literature", which has lost all prestige and criticism, will continue to publish it. And if the supplement that was once a gatekeeper and today no longer interests anyone still continues to be printed, does anyone still care? In the absence of believers and credibility - only the ceremony will remain: thus literature has become a simulation of literature. The entire scene has aged and died - but no one told it. They still write, edit, publish, critique - but there is no literature. And everyone, like parrots, repeats the same songs and ideas they fell in love with in their youth. A sober look of an inflated poet - not clear about what. And if only these were "last poems", because these are poems after the last ones

Sober Poems

Wrap It Up

You don't get angry
at such a child
because there's no one
to be angry at

It won't help how
you wrap it up

Parents say
the love is purer
no interests, expectations (as always)
one can see the moment, not the future
because there is no future

It won't help how
you wrap it up

The Reason (In Memory of Uncle Bernard)

The cause of death
is not the cause of death
it was the disaster of his life
his children - only his money - burned
him in a respectable urn, even a corpse
wasn't there - a funeral after him

We (the rest of the family)
only suspected
we didn't tolerate
her, the divorcee, even during his marriage

They found him
after a week, dead in bed
never known
was the cause of death

Mami (Tragedy of the Sexes)

Girls want boys
because of who they are
and want to be wanted
because of who they are
but
boys want girls
because of what they are
and want to be wanted
because of what they are

The One

For you (the forgotten), I have no forgiveness
He who has many loves in his heart
is lonely
He who has one love in his heart
loves. Truth, not grace. And not forgiveness

There is nothing above time
and I am not commanded to bless

The Choice

Rage - the teacher of the people
When pain of slumber is lost
What's hunger, what's hunger?
Thunder in the mouth, in the belly - what
Pride pride of the nation

And an epidemic in obesity
The quail flew in the soul
Between its teeth the basket and in its sleep
it was eliminated
In its dream - the hatred
violence
snatched
a blow

A wing strikes truncated
The nose and even where and where [Translator's note: wordplay on Hebrew "eifoh" meaning both "where" and a measuring unit]
And where did it fall to the ground
A nation of great weariness
Fattened
And tired

People fell, behold you have fallen
Even you
There's no discrimination from God
Only illusion without cure
Your illness - not
A surprise
And even your crash
Lacks momentum

You will no longer illuminate the world
Even your sunset
Is not beautiful

The Choice

Living abroad - so the children
won't turn out Israeli
Abroad they're not sick
with Jewish chutzpah
They don't save themselves
At least - the offspring

A land whose inhabitants eat
each other, whose lovers
hate, where deceit is good
for the snake of Jacob [Translator's note: Biblical reference]
no uprightness in Israel

Grandpa GPT

Artificial intelligence
sharpens differences
between content and form:
between understanding and the artificial,
a wooden puppet flood
is no longer a real child

Layer of my brain joy of my old age
and its lie - my culture
disappointment of my criticism
and with my body my corpse
breath of my nostrils

Internet Prayer

My God, save us from AI
for You have pitied us too much
before the foreskin of our minds
in the valley, before our Messiah
Lord calculated

Homerusia

War is the victory of quantity
over quality, the mother
of the long form
Poetry that is a novel
Not short - and to the point

The phenomenon of quantity
that turns into quality
Not even one system
expensive, hidden, or wise beyond compare
doesn't decide a battle
Only systematics, not essence, not the line
makes poetry, and not story - literature.
The erosion
is the essence
Not maneuver, trick, surprise
Not momentum, not attack
but the supply
Infinite quantities, inconceivable
of ammunition, armor, armaments, fools, resources, trucks, masses
Not sophisticated plans, just simple friction, erosion of forces and forces of erosion
One long and hard grinding to dust, artillery is the queen of
battle, logistics is the decisive factor, entrenchment is the form of
battle strongest by far, not a flash of heroism
depth - digging

Therefore wars don't end, not fast
They drag on, persist, in trenches, don't finish
So from ancient times
Even the most worn-out clichés
receive deep true power
When the demonstration is on enormous scales
Even the most obtuse peoples
learn a lot from war
and its terror is the mother of every nation

Therefore -
Follow Ukraine
Read about every move, update on the smallest turn
Learn so much from it, about the limits of power, on a smart and convenient device
From the couch you've become so old and experienced and sober
Yes, one can only know how a struggle begins
doesn't end
And an army that lies to itself - its end is bitter
Thoroughness, not secrecy, not any weapon that is kept
hidden, not the quality gap
but the quantity of cannons and flesh

Special forces won't decide, not technology, only banality
Like the drill of walking in columns
Not some brilliant image, but the things
Most prosaic, they are the poem, not a punchline, not the arrogance of the air force,
but infantry training
There's nothing from Ukraine more interesting and enriching
Learn to live from those who pay the price

The Remnant of Israel

Two unblemished year-old lambs
slaughter one another
Holy flock has become bestial
And Your name is no longer in them
A sabbatical year has come to them -
from You

They drop their culture to the ground
An ignorant lamb is not innocent
Look from Your heavens at their gaze
Staring cruel - and stupid
And what remains

Left to flee from Your burning
Like a wind pushed - from a narrow mind
Need to build a fortress
Far from your breached city
Your land of a foreign god
So your son -
To Ashkenaz [Translator's note: refers to Germany/Europe] returned

Post-trauma

Pressure - no. Anger
Take out the volcano
Bury them, cover their suffocation
Desperate plaster seeking shelter
Years of life after the quake

The Cable

Strangling escaped
Smooth part
Snake in the rope
Everything depends - whispered
On forgetting the mourning
For the child

It's Dead

I don't know if there are young people
And if anything happens today
I'm a frog with birds
In the mud of literature an idea sinks

A pioneer takes off her shirt
In the swamp of
Drying up of talent
Those I knew have dimmed from within
Wrote from within, and today - blooming of skills
Direct poems that aren't straight
Did you read the interview?

His Name and Memory in One Utterance / Let Us Hear: You Are Not Special

Why - since time immemorial they say
Things deteriorate - and the matter is puzzling?

Because golden ages are fast and short
In a flash - something from nothing
While the declines are long as evening
A great dim, boredom and closed eye -
Tail periods

Ascents soar - don't crash, glide
Hundreds upon hundreds

For if you didn't hatch from the egg on Sabbath
Almost always you found yourself
In a desert generation of weekdays
And there are words to eat

The Sobering of the Soul Overrides - All Prohibitions in the Torah

At my age, when they reveal to me about their revelations - - about:
This and that and some love, ah, the disappointment, it's already
not credible I believe in faithful sex not in artists don't understand who in our days
gets excited
from the feeling
itself
intensely
from the reality that it offered
itself
and he found it in the middle
\- the act -

(Invention, or what
do you know at your age)
The youth of our days, I miss
the old people of the past
Because the old people of our days
they too miss the young people
of the past, and I testify about our youth -
that they never existed

The Human Condition

At my age, I discovered
that human beings
do *not* act
The sheep are passive, people remain in their trouble,
perpetually stuck, anti-active, this is always their bias
busy with their excuse, even against their own knowledge and wisdom -
their stupidity
and that's it. And that's it, that's
the root of their soul - and the true essence
of human nature

Once Imagery Was a Chest - Today It's a Play

Their romantic love
purer
dirtier than sex, longing for themselves
pretending - faces
that their tail is a river
Oh their pain their love (narcissistic, like sex - short)
The flattery to the past, disguising as an irrelevant era - superfluous
When computers imitate better than them, their art their craft,
their love - erases the human, screen screen that is the wall
Who is original in all the city

Manic Nymph

She understands sex, and what is her understanding
ability
to enjoy much more than her gender
and boys of course, you're with her, the "persistent" always, her love
your compatibility, many (very) times pulsing in her bed
no arguments she dies
for your repression
because you
are delayed
ejaculation

The Slave

Love is restraint
in argument, on her part
and on your part in satisfaction

To lie forever with the friend
the best
A wise queen, single and beautiful
Oh, love

The Closure After

I envy her peaceful sleep
after love
I have demons and she has breasts
I have names - she has skies
Even in dreams she wouldn't guess
What I have in thoughts

Hidden Righteous

Cursed be your vanities to God
I hated the breath of your nostrils
The insolent outside the mask, choke please
I am the last keeper of the corona
The only one who didn't get sick, didn't change
The recovered don't dream that they are no longer
human beings. Others - all of them
And only I witness -
The change is subtle, invisible
But deep and forever exists

It - the hidden secret in the world

The Eternal Crown

The revelation of the crown instead of inventing the wheel
The coronation on every hill and under
every Asherah [Translator's note: pagan worship site] like the revolution of
a fresh generation

Corona even when asymptomatic
destroys the heads forever
tramples future poet cubs
A spiritual sleep fell
on the world - got sick - brain damage, simultaneous
worldwide, turned by itself into a cultural fall
everyone everyone
and not that before it was perfect

Precisely when the damage is a few percent
It's the high ability that was hit, unlike the rhymes
An incurable blow, in a generation that anyway suits
the silence of the archives, that doesn't know how to stop
exaggerating, an era that is nothing but a comma
at the end of the twentieth century.

The Epitome of Perfection

Since I foresee in the stars
An era when everyone will be kings
A small addition in self-love moved
Society has undergone a phase transition
And its culture - sheared

The impermeability of the atoms created
In the material of the spirit a state of matter
Everything is stupid and bad taste - everything is under control
self rare
In others, outside of half a violent twitch
And in rooms - screens of lust
Themselves with themselves - they will pleasure
And in their circular love they will forever err
In the eternal fire that withers
In their hearts: the admiration
self-attached
In their lives and in their deaths
There is no separation

The Calf 2.0

Even the closed eyelid is made up
In the gray dim area
Between trust in a dream
To the fraud that it is
The cause of causes
And the reason for the rise of
The high-tech industry in our small country
Living in suspension between faith
And deception

Led is the open-capital ecclesia
By the closed-eye synagogue
The tech staff strikes the silent investor - like Mammon [Translator's note: god of wealth]
In the idolatry of Judaism of desolation
And water - there is none

It Was Simply a Mistake

This occupation is kitsch
It's too easy, trite like feeling
It's not accurate to blame (the violence on the road!)
The heat of the browns or the Arab culture
The polite to wear down
By saying Kaddish [Translator's note: Jewish prayer for the dead]
On the fresh grave
Of Hebrew culture
Which grows and sanctifies
The anti - name
From all the chatter

Because a web creates a spider
The lack of culture from the connection of all culture
We saw it on the internet, and in the country - in the mistake
Of uniting the Jewish diaspora
When the lowest common denominator of the fragments of
Judah is the lion
Who loved strawberry

How Goodly Are Your Tents, O Jacob

The Israeli disaster must not
Root a historian dedicated
To the past of the people of Hebrew
Beyond the passage
From the West to Hebrew
The Jews have always been similar
Crazy dead - or crazy alive
To devour a fellow
If they're not eaten they swallow
One another, man hates his neighbor
And not from the Second Temple or First, but from Genesis

If they're not abhorred - just! -
They abhor them
Hate and don't shut up
Think there's none but them
A people not stupid
And their blessing - Balaam [Translator's note: Biblical figure who tried to curse Israel]

A Lesson in Faith

When aging one understands
How everything is trust
And death of trust is death from within
From sex and art to economies and nations
(Including our people) - its death is our death
There is - no trust

Speech of the One-Eyed Woman

The One

The one and only (indeed. well then)
How is it possible that it's you of all people?

Of all the exes
The only one I blocked
You because I was the only one
Who truly loved you

And you - (behind the screen) - knew
Therefore you tried to keep in touch - to
Such an extent (and if not through the door - the window)
To confirm to yourself that you haven't
Lost
Lost

Profile Picture

That same day (Sunday) was the day
The last
In which I followed you
I saw and your face did not
Go with me into battle

An entire abandoned intelligence building, not destroyed
The Shin Bet [Translator's note: Israel's internal security service] gave up its life due to this not to you
And in all its years since then - not
Even once did I dare
To enter
Your Facebook
Because (with that) I knew
I wouldn't cope

Curse

The others
Could have been your friends
While I cursed you and cursed you
Everywhere

N O
There was
Separation as a friend

Boycott as a declaration
Of intense hot love
And naked

A declaration of war

Again and Again (Years)

You loved them like you loved me
But I loved
You like they will never love
You again

Parallelism of the Future

And I Will Bring Upon You a Curse and Not a Blessing

The rage tastes of the foolish
And the mouth of a fool stirs up anger
Like foam it will foam and swallow the wise
And a fool will spray a flying splash
From tooth to eye
Not even a dog extends patience - there is none
Kicking in the air barking into the iPhone
Taking out frustrations on service providers on the phone
The impurity of his illness prepares the mouth and the phone
And they will bite him in his behind a thousandfold
Like a caravan of sons of dogs
And he will be as one of the people of Israel
And he will curse his neighbor as God will not curse

Venting

And it came to pass on the day of their calamity
That all the people brought out
The curser
And they cried
These are your gods, O Israel

The Wretched One

He finished their five years
With a WhatsApp message
Like surrendering fingers in a handshake
Thus he did to all his haters - the exes
In one cut like a butcher a chest from bras
When he ate schnitzel from their breasts with their milk
The plundered one was not saved, her heart with their hearts

Virtuoso with his hands - musician of his past
How they all fell at his feet - and micro his member
To their innards he rushed immediately, second date loves them
Heatedly he argued stormy on the table - when under the small
Excited and not excited
Like a finger
He played son at the G-spot thrilled
Their pleasure according to law, with guitarist fingers
And the judgment of women was given - he did not diminish their season
And he did not take his eyes from their sighs - watching their pleasures from outside
After a month he strived for their wedding

For him sex is porn - he remains Har Nevo [Translator's note: Biblical mountain where Moses viewed the Promised Land]
To the Promised Land he will not come - even when he comes
Just a small advantage in the ass his pain is not felt
Please anal - and where is his tail - he answered that he left
Is not every man's heart like a dog?

Is it not a tragedy
That is a comedy
It is a comedy - that is a tragedy

A cruel fate that between his legs disappointed - he knew
In pain that unlike other males nature deceived him
In lust and love he too, like them, as the strong sex
But the joke in his underwear an evil dwarf laughed
He fell in love like lightning - (and they like a fountain in the sky
Sprayed in rainbow and arrow in chest) - and like thunder threw
Desired beauties who wanted him he abandoned - to their sighs
In anger at them he shouted - over every little
Thing
Humiliating and defeating them in their game - themselves
From the cloud to him he raised them - lowering them
As he masturbated and went down to them -
As no one else ever
Again and again (and again) he made them finish
After taking them he left to their utter
Surprise from within him
A controlling child and a screaming man
When they don't care about his member - for a long time already
But about the size of his heart - but like a spoiled and vengeful baby
Loses control in a second when they are not
Under his control like the eunuch he is like a sultan
Just as in sex he's skilled -
Ruling in their bed, object of their worship, he, the "amazing one", to their astonishment
Hurt by them, wounding their souls
In a serial script (written long ago) trained
Accusing them, of destroying their happiness, in loss, their great love - all of them
Desperate, feeling himself as a victim of the world
Many queens he killed with little feet, and a line of victims behind him
He left like a tail
L
O
N
G than all

How only
In the end
She thought to write to them
To understand from the beginning, to speak from request
Connecting with the former women
Connecting dots
Those she hated, about whom her beloved
Endlessly and ceaselessly defiled
And her past was revealed to her that night -
As prey
Indeed she is one of the wise ones
She was one of the previous ones
Among endless amazing crazy loves
Dead in sequence
Remembering how he would play for her at evening time

Until When Shall We Dwell in a State of One Support

The parallelism future of Hebrew poetry
The form of the ancient prime
And rhymes inferior
Falling sounds
Many waters have eroded
And lines -
Foundations of heaven and earth
\- Lines will not meet, they will restrain -
Until horizons are renewed
They shall not be moved forever
Opposite it stands
On two
It shall arise
A universe

Acceptance for the Future

From cheap, musical sounds
Great parallelisms
And dances - welcoming Sabbaths.
Secular people will know religion
And people of plains mountains
Poets will go towards
A bride: how
All their world is built of male and female
Right and left, understanding = double-sided
Even their special, lustful mind
Enters the ark
Two by two
Love: breasts
Not one organ
Alone.

Middle of Our Right Path

In the middle of life
My faith in art waned*

*But clung especially to sexuality

Experience banished from experiments
And from choices of youth
In investments and women it's more important what not to do
Than what to do
The experienced one knows: do very little -
And beware of nonsense
Bad love - worse than hatreds
A woman's temperament is more important than her soul
And her natural inclination - than all she'll say in emotion
When it's not good - she's hard in your house like a bear
So always love madly
The completely sane one - and see a future of days with her
And don't believe that if she's quiet
She's quiet also in sex

The Odyssey of the Market Man

Investments teach from mothers
And the stock market's morality is wiser than elders
Decisions are not seeing the future
They are risk management

Blessed is he who withstood the trials of markets
Bubbles and crashes his flesh has experienced
He knew green surges - and savings erased
He will yet stand in sweet temptations
And deep losses

He knows what's important from the pilot's seat - the navigator's seat
And from male pride endurance of staying - in not knowing, and even in no knowledge
He will not be paralyzed from action, for even a decision -
It too is a decision
And there is no worse investment than no investment
He was a youth and saw, also his days increased
For his life deepened, the hour has come
His time has come to be a father

Opinionated Bride

The female emotion - a mental lie
Many enthusiastic declarations
Empty
But delicate-sweet
Dizzying heads to hearts
Under pulsing lumps
In the heat of their fat
Their fat -
The breasts
Under you the skies
Develops the false oath of sentimentality
Lacking content but not material
Served trembling craving for no saying (oh, shy girl)
And who will withstand the demand of the gaze
Female?

Nature knew to blind a man with expressions of their hearts
The excited
Their opinion has no judge - enough his eyes and secret peeks
And the extroverted - personal
A neckline will not reveal heart but will cover handbreadths
Like reddening nipples the cheeks
And their demand eyes

Therefore a woman's soul developed
Emotional to almost
Foolishness
As an advantage in evolution - the shirt
Whose secret of success is its removal
And fabric -
Tight to skin
As an advantage of darkness over light

For her desire will silence like madness
Every viewer will be flooded when her finger reaches discreetly until
Under the underwear

And they see the voices - to exhaustion
The wedding of their underwear they are the brides
Therefore the inverse relationship
Between the fervor of their mouths
To their fervor under the duvet
After the fickleness of the honeymoon period

In their bed they will praise - amazing and stunning
They will say like nothing
And in rising they will forget - their heat is their anger
And you are imprisoned

Second Job

Choose her level-headed
In her efficiency thinking and not in her fervor
And set with her regular times - in her opinion
Serve her like a sex slave, night shift for her pleasure
And you will be happy and she will be happy
In bed
When the period of romance is dead
In silence

And as evening falls
When the relationship works
Industrial quiet
Is serial sex
Love is a movie
A wholesale secret

Here you are
In the era of the science of her pleasure touch
In the period of her season like fashion
Her commandment her opinion
Know her

Here you are
At the time of sex picture
Her gift a conveyor belt
And the pleasure - wisdom

And the pleasure -
Is also the love
Healthy and good
Like the duty of teeth
The two
Before sleep

Two a Day Always

When the arrow of the fickle one in my chest
Then I went in haste
And said a law
Like Ben Pazi

Your bed always rises as its judgment
For spontaneity is from Satan
And the work of the woman
Brings the two closer
The first sex you will do in the morning
And the second sex
You will do between the evenings

And you will always keep to please your wife
Her relaxed man to your mistress
For approach regularly her appointed time
And wall of your temple - know
Your wife

The Covenant of Circumcision and Its Advantage in Bed

One more and one more
No more a girl - but that same one
Sighing, calmly, not in a storm, in routine
The secret of poetry - another line
Long
Like an orderly and proven orgasm
Forget then what they sold cunningly
Addiction to emotion is the source of erosion
Addiction to routine - its reward is her happiness
In the cursed romantic movement
Youth is sweet and sex is terrible
America killed us with its sugar
Its pleasure mooing - swollen like a cow
Its pioneering is its shirt
Its phrase - its sucking
And its cliché -
Poetry

There's no worse lover
Than a known enthusiast
A schmuck poet
Pouring out sweetness
Not holding back
From premature ejaculation

Kiss of the Toilet Lips

Cursed be those who curse on weddings
And those who reveal pleasure in the babble of English slang words
Those who love in sewer dialect and tits and confused balls
There's nothing uglier than past culture to describe
Charm as sex and cunt to boast
My beloved fucks and passes
Etc.
Shame on he who uses in his use the language of the bathroom
When the tongues of holiness and darkness will kiss
There are no words in Hebrew for the secret purpose
That you will create for yourselves from Genesis
Personal song language -
Private language

Poem Lacking Inspiration

Make your love fixed
And its rhythm - know
For not its fervor and speed is its secret
But perseverance
In bed
Man and woman are not fire, they are earth
Not desire is important, or the oscillation
Or the amplitude to happiness
But the frequency
At the beginning of the relationship, when everything is charming, agree between the sheets -
On order
And give me thanks
At the end of the road

Revelation of Heart - Revelation of Incest

And purify our hearts from romanticism in truth
And purify our poetry from the work of the heart
And give us a song of learning head
And no more a song of pain
That cries over dead feeling

No more a hesitating fool
Who tries to stand out
And his words dance ballet
And seduce naive girls to give
And purify our bed from the impurity of false poetry -
It is the sin

There's No One To

Song of the Past

Do you remember
How on one of the islands
The softness of the waves written and read:
There are no problems in life
Only good and bad habits

Days we loved innocently
We drew water
We were stone

Dead
Twice
Always
Living once sometimes
Pulsing
Times

And time after
Time:
Lack of taste

Imprisoned in Nothing

Years, years of attempts
Lives of rabbits
Literary
Hiding in hats lying and pregnancies
Ending

Come sons who brought me down
In closets, who disappointed me - that's how it is ears
Long, our father, do you recognize
The stripes and the searches, a shirt of a window
Or phylacteries of a wall?
See where they are
Ending

Foolish chapters Closed
Years upon years - sleeping buried: ask please
Are
There still pits?
Are there
Still generations?!
More descents... Can you ask
To the underworld?
Does time exist? Are they not? Are they not
Ending

Will another thousand pass here
Or in the sands a traveler
Or even
In prison
Will dig between the lines, rivers
(And dead boxes, deserts of stupid loves)
And will discover these - that just began
Ending

Oh walls, walls
Where did the dreams go

Epitaph (Late Celebration)

Oh, the typed! The coded! Cursed!
(The veil rose. And they - in circles):

Everything is personal with people
Everything is emotional with women
Everything comes out of it
(Stupid)

My guilt I failed I hardened my soul
I too took personally
No one
(Not my business)

And if I wrote everything again
Could I change the plan?

Will it suffice, the possible,
A single poem, from my grave
Moon setting between her soft breasts
Of the programmer of my death
Who is my wife
Not my ex-wife
And the green fields
That burn in my jealousy

Sun rising between my legs
And my daughters dancing
On me
Last night erased my sins
The veil descended -
And they rise
All my loves, my mistakes
The typed coded cursed

Daughters daughters without errors
Coming coming all now -
All you -
Written on screens of nights - all weddings -
In darkness

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Poems for Adults

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By: Who's Left to Read?

The Fall Doesn't Go Anywhere  (Source)

If the aging poet (scoundrel) has lost all talent, but still continues to write and disgrace himself, then all the more so "Culture and Literature", which has lost all prestige and criticism, will continue to publish it. And if the supplement that was once a gatekeeper and today no longer interests anyone still continues to be printed, does anyone still care? In the absence of believers and credibility - only the ceremony will remain: thus literature has become a simulation of literature. The entire scene has aged and died - but no one told it. They still write, edit, publish, critique - but there is no literature. And everyone, like parrots, repeats the same songs and ideas they fell in love with in their youth. A sober look of an inflated poet - not clear about what. And if only these were "last poems", because these are poems after the last ones

Sober Poems

Wrap It Up

You don't get angry
at such a child
because there's no one
to be angry at

It won't help how
you wrap it up

Parents say
the love is purer
no interests, expectations (as always)
one can see the moment, not the future
because there is no future

It won't help how
you wrap it up

The Reason (In Memory of Uncle Bernard)

The cause of death
is not the cause of death
it was the disaster of his life
his children - only his money - burned
him in a respectable urn, even a corpse
wasn't there - a funeral after him

We (the rest of the family)
only suspected
we didn't tolerate
her, the divorcee, even during his marriage

They found him
after a week, dead in bed
never known
was the cause of death

Mami (Tragedy of the Sexes)

Girls want boys
                        because of who they are
and want to be wanted
                         because of who they are
but
                    boys want girls
because of what they are
                and want to be wanted
because of what they are

The One

For you (the forgotten), I have no forgiveness
He who has many loves in his heart
is lonely
He who has one love in his heart
loves. Truth, not grace. And not forgiveness

There is nothing above time
and I am not commanded to bless

The Choice

Rage - the teacher of the people
When pain of slumber is lost
What's hunger, what's hunger?
Thunder in the mouth, in the belly - what
Pride pride of the nation

And an epidemic in obesity
The quail flew in the soul
Between its teeth the basket and in its sleep
it was eliminated
In its dream - the hatred
violence
snatched
a blow

A wing strikes truncated
The nose and even where and where [Translator's note: wordplay on Hebrew "eifoh" meaning both "where" and a measuring unit]
And where did it fall to the ground
A nation of great weariness
Fattened
And tired

People fell, behold you have fallen
Even you
There's no discrimination from God
Only illusion without cure
Your illness - not
A surprise
And even your crash
Lacks momentum

You will no longer illuminate the world
Even your sunset
Is not beautiful

The Choice

Living abroad - so the children
won't turn out Israeli
Abroad they're not sick
with Jewish chutzpah
They don't save themselves
At least - the offspring

A land whose inhabitants eat
each other, whose lovers
hate, where deceit is good
for the snake of Jacob [Translator's note: Biblical reference]
no uprightness in Israel

Grandpa GPT

Artificial intelligence
sharpens differences
between content and form:
between understanding and the artificial,
a wooden puppet flood
is no longer a real child

Layer of my brain joy of my old age
and its lie - my culture
disappointment of my criticism
and with my body my corpse
breath of my nostrils

Internet Prayer

My God, save us from AI
for You have pitied us too much
before the foreskin of our minds
in the valley, before our Messiah
Lord calculated

Homerusia

War is the victory of quantity
over quality, the mother
of the long form
Poetry that is a novel
Not short - and to the point

The phenomenon of quantity
that turns into quality
Not even one system
expensive, hidden, or wise beyond compare
doesn't decide a battle
Only systematics, not essence, not the line
makes poetry, and not story - literature.
The erosion
is the essence
Not maneuver, trick, surprise
Not momentum, not attack
but the supply
Infinite quantities, inconceivable
of ammunition, armor, armaments, fools, resources, trucks, masses
Not sophisticated plans, just simple friction, erosion of forces and forces of erosion
One long and hard grinding to dust, artillery is the queen of
battle, logistics is the decisive factor, entrenchment is the form of
battle strongest by far, not a flash of heroism
depth - digging

Therefore wars don't end, not fast
They drag on, persist, in trenches, don't finish
So from ancient times
Even the most worn-out clichés
receive deep true power
When the demonstration is on enormous scales
Even the most obtuse peoples
learn a lot from war
and its terror is the mother of every nation

Therefore -
Follow Ukraine
Read about every move, update on the smallest turn
Learn so much from it, about the limits of power, on a smart and convenient device
From the couch you've become so old and experienced and sober
Yes, one can only know how a struggle begins
doesn't end
And an army that lies to itself - its end is bitter
Thoroughness, not secrecy, not any weapon that is kept
hidden, not the quality gap
but the quantity of cannons and flesh

Special forces won't decide, not technology, only banality
Like the drill of walking in columns
Not some brilliant image, but the things
Most prosaic, they are the poem, not a punchline, not the arrogance of the air force,
but infantry training
There's nothing from Ukraine more interesting and enriching
Learn to live from those who pay the price

The Remnant of Israel

Two unblemished year-old lambs
slaughter one another
Holy flock has become bestial
And Your name is no longer in them
A sabbatical year has come to them -
from You

They drop their culture to the ground
An ignorant lamb is not innocent
Look from Your heavens at their gaze
Staring cruel - and stupid
And what remains

Left to flee from Your burning
Like a wind pushed - from a narrow mind
Need to build a fortress
Far from your breached city
Your land of a foreign god
So your son -
To Ashkenaz [Translator's note: refers to Germany/Europe] returned

Post-trauma

Pressure - no. Anger
Take out the volcano
Bury them, cover their suffocation
Desperate plaster seeking shelter
Years of life after the quake

The Cable

Strangling escaped
Smooth part
Snake in the rope
Everything depends - whispered
On forgetting the mourning
For the child

It's Dead

I don't know if there are young people
And if anything happens today
I'm a frog with birds
In the mud of literature an idea sinks

A pioneer takes off her shirt
In the swamp of
Drying up of talent
Those I knew have dimmed from within
Wrote from within, and today - blooming of skills
Direct poems that aren't straight
Did you read the interview?

His Name and Memory in One Utterance / Let Us Hear: You Are Not Special

Why - since time immemorial they say
Things deteriorate - and the matter is puzzling?

Because golden ages are fast and short
In a flash - something from nothing
While the declines are long as evening
A great dim, boredom and closed eye -
Tail periods

Ascents soar - don't crash, glide
Hundreds upon hundreds

For if you didn't hatch from the egg on Sabbath
Almost always you found yourself
In a desert generation of weekdays
And there are words to eat

The Sobering of the Soul Overrides - All Prohibitions in the Torah

At my age, when they reveal to me about their revelations - - about:
This and that and some love, ah, the disappointment, it's already
not credible I believe in faithful sex not in artists don't understand who in our days
gets excited
from the feeling
itself
intensely
from the reality that it offered
itself
and he found it in the middle
- the act -

(Invention, or what
do you know at your age)
The youth of our days, I miss
the old people of the past
Because the old people of our days
they too miss the young people
of the past, and I testify about our youth -
that they never existed

The Human Condition

At my age, I discovered
that human beings
do *not* act
The sheep are passive, people remain in their trouble,
perpetually stuck, anti-active, this is always their bias
busy with their excuse, even against their own knowledge and wisdom -
their stupidity
and that's it. And that's it, that's
the root of their soul - and the true essence
of human nature

Once Imagery Was a Chest - Today It's a Play

Their romantic love
purer
dirtier than sex, longing for themselves
pretending - faces
that their tail is a river
Oh their pain their love (narcissistic, like sex - short)
The flattery to the past, disguising as an irrelevant era - superfluous
When computers imitate better than them, their art their craft,
their love - erases the human, screen screen that is the wall
Who is original in all the city

Manic Nymph

She understands sex, and what is her understanding
ability
to enjoy much more than her gender
and boys of course, you're with her, the "persistent" always, her love
your compatibility, many (very) times pulsing in her bed
no arguments she dies
for your repression
because you
are delayed
ejaculation

The Slave

Love is restraint
in argument, on her part
and on your part in satisfaction

To lie forever with the friend
the best
A wise queen, single and beautiful
Oh, love

The Closure After

I envy her peaceful sleep
after love
I have demons and she has breasts
I have names - she has skies
Even in dreams she wouldn't guess
What I have in thoughts

Hidden Righteous

Cursed be your vanities to God
I hated the breath of your nostrils
The insolent outside the mask, choke please
I am the last keeper of the corona
The only one who didn't get sick, didn't change
The recovered don't dream that they are no longer
human beings. Others - all of them
And only I witness -
The change is subtle, invisible
But deep and forever exists

It - the hidden secret in the world

The Eternal Crown

The revelation of the crown instead of inventing the wheel
The coronation on every hill and under
every Asherah [Translator's note: pagan worship site] like the revolution of
a fresh generation

Corona even when asymptomatic
destroys the heads forever
tramples future poet cubs
A spiritual sleep fell
on the world - got sick - brain damage, simultaneous
worldwide, turned by itself into a cultural fall
everyone                                                  everyone
               and not that before it was perfect

Precisely when the damage is a few percent
It's the high ability that was hit, unlike the rhymes
An incurable blow, in a generation that anyway suits
the silence of the archives, that doesn't know how to stop
exaggerating, an era that is nothing but a comma
at the end of the twentieth century.

The Epitome of Perfection

Since I foresee in the stars
An era when everyone will be kings
A small addition in self-love moved
Society has undergone a phase transition
And its culture - sheared

The impermeability of the atoms created
In the material of the spirit a state of matter
Everything is stupid and bad taste - everything is under control
self rare
In others, outside of half a violent twitch
And in rooms - screens of lust
Themselves with themselves - they will pleasure
And in their circular love they will forever err
In the eternal fire that withers
In their hearts: the admiration
self-attached
In their lives and in their deaths
There is no separation

The Calf 2.0

Even the closed eyelid is made up
In the gray dim area
Between trust in a dream
To the fraud that it is
The cause of causes
And the reason for the rise of
The high-tech industry in our small country
Living in suspension between faith
And deception

Led is the open-capital ecclesia
By the closed-eye synagogue
The tech staff strikes the silent investor - like Mammon [Translator's note: god of wealth]
In the idolatry of Judaism of desolation
And water - there is none

It Was Simply a Mistake

This occupation is kitsch
It's too easy, trite like feeling
It's not accurate to blame (the violence on the road!)
The heat of the browns or the Arab culture
The polite to wear down
By saying Kaddish [Translator's note: Jewish prayer for the dead]
On the fresh grave
Of Hebrew culture
Which grows and sanctifies
The anti - name
From all the chatter

Because a web creates a spider
The lack of culture from the connection of all culture
We saw it on the internet, and in the country - in the mistake
Of uniting the Jewish diaspora
When the lowest common denominator of the fragments of
Judah is the lion
Who loved strawberry

How Goodly Are Your Tents, O Jacob

The Israeli disaster must not
Root a historian dedicated
To the past of the people of Hebrew
Beyond the passage
From the West to Hebrew
The Jews have always been similar
Crazy dead - or crazy alive
To devour a fellow
If they're not eaten they swallow
One another, man hates his neighbor
And not from the Second Temple or First, but from Genesis

If they're not abhorred - just! -
They abhor them
Hate and don't shut up
Think there's none but them
A people not stupid
And their blessing - Balaam [Translator's note: Biblical figure who tried to curse Israel]

A Lesson in Faith

When aging one understands
How everything is trust
And death of trust is death from within
From sex and art to economies and nations
(Including our people) - its death is our death
There is - no trust

Speech of the One-Eyed Woman

The One

The one and only (indeed. well then)
How is it possible that it's you of all people?

Of all the exes
The only one I blocked
You because I was the only one
Who truly loved you

And you - (behind the screen) - knew
Therefore you tried to keep in touch - to
Such an extent (and if not through the door - the window)
To confirm to yourself that you haven't
Lost
Lost

Profile Picture

That same day (Sunday) was the day
The last
In which I followed you
I saw and your face did not
Go with me into battle

An entire abandoned intelligence building, not destroyed
The Shin Bet [Translator's note: Israel's internal security service] gave up its life due to this not to you
And in all its years since then - not
Even once did I dare
To enter
Your Facebook
Because (with that) I knew
I wouldn't cope

Curse

The others
Could have been your friends
While I cursed you and cursed you
Everywhere

        N        O
          There was
Separation         as a friend

Boycott as a declaration
Of intense hot love
And naked

A declaration of war

Again and Again (Years)

You loved them like you loved me
But I loved
You             like they will never love
You             again

Parallelism of the Future

And I Will Bring Upon You a Curse and Not a Blessing

The rage tastes of the foolish
And the mouth of a fool stirs up anger
Like foam it will foam and swallow the wise
And a fool will spray a flying splash
From tooth to eye
Not even a dog extends patience - there is none
Kicking in the air  barking into the iPhone
Taking out frustrations on service providers on the phone
The impurity of his illness prepares the mouth and the phone
And they will bite him in his behind a thousandfold
Like a caravan of sons of dogs
And he will be as one of the people of Israel
And he will curse his neighbor as God will not curse

Venting

And it came to pass on the day of their calamity
That all the people brought out
The curser
And they cried
These are your gods, O Israel

The Wretched One

He finished their five years
With a WhatsApp message
Like surrendering fingers in a handshake
Thus he did to all his haters - the exes
In one cut like a butcher a chest from bras
When he ate schnitzel from their breasts with their milk
The plundered one was not saved, her heart with their hearts

Virtuoso with his hands - musician of his past
How they all fell at his feet - and micro his member
To their innards he rushed immediately, second date loves them
Heatedly he argued stormy on the table - when under the small
Excited and not excited
Like a finger
He played son at the G-spot thrilled
Their pleasure according to law, with guitarist fingers
And the judgment of women was given - he did not diminish their season
And he did not take his eyes from their sighs - watching their pleasures from outside
After a month he strived for their wedding

For him sex is porn - he remains Har Nevo [Translator's note: Biblical mountain where Moses viewed the Promised Land]
To the Promised Land he will not come - even when he comes
Just a small advantage in the ass his pain is not felt
Please anal - and where is his tail - he answered that he left
Is not every man's heart like a dog?

Is it not a tragedy
That is a comedy
It is a comedy - that is a tragedy

A cruel fate that between his legs disappointed - he knew
In pain that unlike other males nature deceived him
In lust and love he too, like them, as the strong sex
But the joke in his underwear an evil dwarf laughed
He fell in love like lightning - (and they like a fountain in the sky
Sprayed in rainbow and arrow in chest) - and like thunder threw
Desired beauties who wanted him he abandoned - to their sighs
In anger at them he shouted - over every little
Thing
Humiliating and defeating them in their game - themselves
From the cloud to him he raised them - lowering them
As he masturbated and went down to them -
As no one else ever
Again and again (and again) he made them finish
After taking them he left to their utter
Surprise from within him
A controlling child and a screaming man
When they don't care about his member - for a long time already
But about the size of his heart - but like a spoiled and vengeful baby
Loses control in a second when they are not
Under his control like the eunuch he is like a sultan
Just as in sex he's skilled -
Ruling in their bed, object of their worship, he, the "amazing one", to their astonishment
Hurt by them, wounding their souls
In a serial script (written long ago) trained
Accusing them, of destroying their happiness, in loss, their great love - all of them
Desperate, feeling himself as a victim of the world
Many queens he killed with little feet, and a line of victims behind him
He left like a tail
L
   O
      N
        G than all

How only
In the end
She thought to write to them
To understand from the beginning, to speak from request
Connecting with the former women
Connecting dots
Those she hated, about whom her beloved
Endlessly and ceaselessly defiled
And her past was revealed to her that night -
As prey
Indeed she is one of the wise ones
She was one of the previous ones
Among endless amazing crazy loves
Dead in sequence
Remembering how he would play for her at evening time

Until When Shall We Dwell in a State of One Support

The parallelism future of Hebrew poetry
The form of the ancient prime
And rhymes inferior
Falling sounds
Many waters have eroded
And lines -
Foundations of heaven and earth
- Lines will not meet, they will restrain -
Until horizons are renewed
They shall not be moved forever
Opposite it stands
On two
It shall arise
A universe

Acceptance for the Future

From cheap, musical sounds
Great parallelisms
And dances - welcoming Sabbaths.
Secular people will know religion
And people of plains mountains
Poets will go towards
A bride: how
All their world is built of male and female
Right and left, understanding = double-sided
Even their special, lustful mind
Enters the ark
Two by two
Love: breasts
Not one organ
Alone.

Middle of Our Right Path

In the middle of life
My faith in art waned*

*But clung especially to sexuality
Experience banished from experiments
And from choices of youth
In investments and women it's more important what not to do
Than what to do
The experienced one knows: do very little -
And beware of nonsense
Bad love - worse than hatreds
A woman's temperament is more important than her soul
And her natural inclination - than all she'll say in emotion
When it's not good - she's hard in your house like a bear
So always love madly
The completely sane one - and see a future of days with her
And don't believe that if she's quiet
She's quiet also in sex

The Odyssey of the Market Man

Investments teach from mothers
And the stock market's morality is wiser than elders
Decisions are not seeing the future
They are risk management

Blessed is he who withstood the trials of markets
Bubbles and crashes his flesh has experienced
He knew green surges - and savings erased
He will yet stand in sweet temptations
And deep losses

He knows what's important from the pilot's seat - the navigator's seat
And from male pride endurance of staying - in not knowing, and even in no knowledge
He will not be paralyzed from action, for even a decision -
It too is a decision
And there is no worse investment than no investment
He was a youth and saw, also his days increased
For his life deepened, the hour has come
His time has come to be a father

Opinionated Bride

The female emotion - a mental lie
Many enthusiastic declarations
Empty
But delicate-sweet
Dizzying heads to hearts
Under pulsing lumps
In the heat of their fat
Their fat -
The breasts
Under you the skies
Develops the false oath of sentimentality
Lacking content but not material
Served trembling craving for no saying (oh, shy girl)
And who will withstand the demand of the gaze
Female?

Nature knew to blind a man with expressions of their hearts
The excited
Their opinion has no judge - enough his eyes and secret peeks
And the extroverted - personal
A neckline will not reveal heart but will cover handbreadths
Like reddening nipples the cheeks
And their demand eyes

Therefore a woman's soul developed
Emotional to almost
Foolishness
As an advantage in evolution - the shirt
Whose secret of success is its removal
And fabric -
Tight to skin
As an advantage of darkness over light

For her desire will silence like madness
Every viewer will be flooded when her finger reaches discreetly until
Under the underwear

And they see the voices - to exhaustion
The wedding of their underwear they are the brides
Therefore the inverse relationship
Between the fervor of their mouths
To their fervor under the duvet
After the fickleness of the honeymoon period

In their bed they will praise - amazing and stunning
They will say like nothing
And in rising they will forget - their heat is their anger
And you are imprisoned

Second Job

Choose her level-headed
In her efficiency thinking and not in her fervor
And set with her regular times - in her opinion
Serve her like a sex slave, night shift for her pleasure
And you will be happy and she will be happy
In bed
When the period of romance is dead
In silence

And as evening falls
When the relationship works
Industrial quiet
Is serial sex
Love is a movie
A wholesale secret

Here you are
In the era of the science of her pleasure touch
In the period of her season like fashion
Her commandment her opinion
Know her

Here you are
At the time of sex picture
Her gift a conveyor belt
And the pleasure - wisdom

And the pleasure -
Is also the love
Healthy and good
Like the duty of teeth
The two
Before sleep

Two a Day Always

When the arrow of the fickle one in my chest
Then I went in haste
And said a law
Like Ben Pazi

Your bed always rises as its judgment
For spontaneity is from Satan
And the work of the woman
Brings the two closer
The first sex you will do in the morning
And the second sex
You will do between the evenings

And you will always keep to please your wife
Her relaxed man to your mistress
For approach regularly her appointed time
And wall of your temple - know
Your wife

The Covenant of Circumcision and Its Advantage in Bed

One more and one more
No more a girl - but that same one
Sighing, calmly, not in a storm, in routine
The secret of poetry - another line
Long
Like an orderly and proven orgasm
Forget then what they sold cunningly
Addiction to emotion is the source of erosion
Addiction to routine - its reward is her happiness
In the cursed romantic movement
Youth is sweet and sex is terrible
America killed us with its sugar
Its pleasure mooing - swollen like a cow
Its pioneering is its shirt
Its phrase - its sucking
And its cliché -
Poetry

There's no worse lover
Than a known enthusiast
A schmuck poet
Pouring out sweetness
Not holding back
From premature ejaculation

Kiss of the Toilet Lips

Cursed be those who curse on weddings
And those who reveal pleasure in the babble of English slang words
Those who love in sewer dialect and tits and confused balls
There's nothing uglier than past culture to describe
Charm as sex and cunt to boast
My beloved fucks and passes
Etc.
Shame on he who uses in his use the language of the bathroom
When the tongues of holiness and darkness will kiss
There are no words in Hebrew for the secret purpose
That you will create for yourselves from Genesis
Personal song language -
Private language

Poem Lacking Inspiration

Make your love fixed
And its rhythm - know
For not its fervor and speed is its secret
But perseverance
In bed
Man and woman are not fire, they are earth
Not desire is important, or the oscillation
Or the amplitude to happiness
But the frequency
At the beginning of the relationship, when everything is charming, agree between the sheets -
On order
And give me thanks
At the end of the road

Revelation of Heart - Revelation of Incest

And purify our hearts from romanticism in truth
And purify our poetry from the work of the heart
And give us a song of learning head
And no more a song of pain
That cries over dead feeling

No more a hesitating fool
Who tries to stand out
And his words dance ballet
And seduce naive girls to give
And purify our bed from the impurity of false poetry -
It is the sin

There's No One To

Song of the Past

Do you remember
How on one of the islands
The softness of the waves written and read:
There are no problems in life
Only good and bad habits

Days we loved innocently
We drew water
We were stone

Dead
        Twice
                   Always
Living once sometimes
           Pulsing
Times

And time after
Time:
Lack of taste

Imprisoned in Nothing

Years, years of attempts
Lives of rabbits
Literary
Hiding in hats lying and pregnancies
Ending

Come sons who brought me down
In closets, who disappointed me - that's how it is ears
Long, our father, do you recognize
The stripes and the searches, a shirt of a window
Or phylacteries of a wall?
See where they are
Ending

Foolish chapters                     Closed
Years upon years - sleeping buried: ask please
Are
There still pits?
Are there
Still generations?!
More descents... Can you ask
To the underworld?
Does time exist? Are they not? Are they not
Ending

Will another thousand pass here
Or in the sands a traveler
Or even
In prison
Will dig between the lines, rivers
(And dead boxes, deserts of stupid loves)
And will discover these - that just began
Ending

Oh walls, walls
Where did the dreams go

Epitaph (Late Celebration)

Oh, the typed! The coded! Cursed!
(The veil rose. And they - in circles):

Everything is personal with people
Everything is emotional with women
Everything comes out of it
(Stupid)

My guilt I failed I hardened my soul
I too took personally
No one
(Not my business)

And if I wrote everything again
Could I change the plan?

Will it suffice, the possible,
A single poem, from my grave
Moon setting between her soft breasts
Of the programmer of my death
Who is my wife
Not my ex-wife
And the green fields
That burn in my jealousy

Sun rising between my legs
And my daughters dancing
On me
Last night erased my sins
The veil descended -
And they rise
All my loves, my mistakes
The typed coded cursed

Daughters daughters without errors
Coming coming all now -
All you -
Written on screens of nights - all weddings -
In darkness

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The Degeneration of the Nation

What is the future of Israel?

On four learning methods - which are four basic learning cultures

By: Intellectual Chameleon

This is what remains: What is Jewishness? Not a specific content, but the chameleon-like remnant of the cultural chameleon, which it failed to get rid of. That is: its method (Source)

The coronavirus - as a simultaneous global crisis with prominent quantifiable dimensions - allows for the first time a relatively objective mathematical comparison between cultures. Its graph actually divides the world qualitatively into four types of cultures: East Asia, Europe and the Old World, both Americas (England is an interesting intermediate case between Europe and the USA), and one more strange and unique case - Jewish culture. If anyone had doubts whether the Jewish state belongs to the West or the East, and perhaps even saw this as the root of the rifts in Israel: left versus right, secular versus religious, Ashkenazi versus Mizrahi, etc. (which in turn reflect ancient deep trends that can be traced back to the kingdoms of Israel and Judah and even to the clash between Mesopotamian and Egyptian influences in the Bible and so on to the first principle) - the last decade has given a strange answer to this: neither this nor that. There is a development here that is unique in relation to the large blocs - and Jewish culture is truly different. Not East and not West, and not even mixed.

The thing that determines more than anything the long-term development of a culture is its internal method, more than any random external circumstance. Because if everything was just influences and reactions and combinations of circumstances - and other historical ideas whose explanatory power is very weak and can fit any development - we would expect scrambling, dilution and complete unification in the long run: the thought that everything is just interactions and a network of mutual influences is an empty linguistic-communicative perception. In contrast, the method essentially defines the internal uniqueness of a certain culture - because it is difficult to change the method of change itself and therefore it continues to influence (in humans, the unique method is called: personality). And since the method is the hardest part to change in any learning system - it is the one that usually leads to its loss (and not some mistake or another in the learning itself - such a random error will eventually be corrected after paying its price). The method is always the less adaptable part of the system, for example the character of an individual, or the basic dynamics in a relationship (or family), or the culture of a commercial company or public organization, or the culture of a people and its national character, or the character of a biological species (yes, even a tiger has a character. Is it not politically correct to claim that a tiger has a character?). Evolution, for example, allows adaptation, but there was very little change and adaptation of the evolutionary mechanism itself, and in cases where it itself was challenged, wide-scale extinctions occurred - almost without adaptation. A failure in the method is almost always a circular failure, and therefore it is terribly difficult to get out of it (this is the reason why it is so difficult to get out of a philosophical paradigm, like the philosophy of language). If so, how do we characterize cultural methods?

The crudest division of learning methods into four basic types is as old as the days of the Sages, and it is the one that deciphers the unique Israeli idiocy which is also the unique Israeli wisdom: "There are four types among students: Quick to hear and quick to lose - his reward is canceled by his loss. Slow to hear and slow to lose - his loss is canceled by his reward. Quick to hear and slow to lose - a wise man. Slow to hear and quick to lose - this is an evil portion." The root of the division is that in every learning system there are existing internal patterns, which have already been acquired and learned and it preserves them, and new patterns that are acquired and learned from outside, and a basic parameter of the learning algorithm is how sensitive it is to new information, that is: how quickly it learns. The innovation of the above Mishnah in Pirkei Avot is that speed is not everything in learning, and there is actually an advantage to imperviousness. Because if a system hurries to learn and abandon its old patterns - its reward comes out in its loss. For example, there are people who are butterflies in relationships who fall in love easily to the point of exhaustion - and with the same speed become disappointed and abandon, and there are people who fall in love slowly and then their love persists, and there are swans who marry their first love and love forever, and there are also those who find it very difficult to fall in love - and very easy to be disappointed. Are they an evil portion?

In fact, there is no ideal learning type, and each learner is suitable for a different type of systemic challenge. The faster the environment itself changes, the more preferable the learning cycle of the butterfly is over the swan or the penguin, and there are situations where the cautious one who never trusts, the mouse - is the one with the winning method. But the typical learning graph of the four types of learners reveals to us a very basic division of world cultures, according to their adaptation graph to a new systemic challenge, which they all encountered at the same time: the corona crisis. Far Eastern cultures are those whose method strictly preserves their internal tradition (which is therefore very long) but also hurries to adopt new patterns, which is often understood as superficial copying and empty imitation - quick to hear and slow to lose. This is the secret behind their economic capitalist or scientific success compared to their political and social conservatism (a combination that in the West is a contradiction in terms). Japan is the paradigmatic example of this matter, but also China, the two Koreas and the Asian tigers, and in the future also India. Europe, on the other hand, as the old continent (also demographically) and fixed, was as always very slow in its late response and internalization, but from the moment the state mechanism went into action, it maintained its achievements and acted with efficient and systematic consistency - slow to hear and slow to lose, his loss comes out in his reward.

On the other hand, the Americas, the cultures of the New World, are a more interesting case, which created a unique non-adaptive response to the coronavirus (and not just with Trump, but in all of Latin America). The basic method of American culture is quick to abandon patterns easily (and anyway there is no significant ancient tradition and cultural weight in the New World), thus creating an impression of dynamism, because nothing persists, but on the other hand it is very stubborn and relatively impervious to external considerations and changes, out of a hollow ethos of success and fundamentalism of self-belief. Hence the famous American stupidity, cultural superficiality and lack of depth in the view of the world and other cultures - slow to hear and quick to lose. Apparently to the surprise of the Sages, this is actually a very successful method in our world today, because it allows very few internal inhibitions (preservation of old patterns) and on the other hand very little consideration of external pressures and circumstances (little learning from outside - and a lot of self-motivation). This is the narcissistic method of the successful CEO, or the power of the American tourist, who learns nothing from the other culture, but tramples the world with his Americanness, or of the naive and idealistic American conqueror (such as Graham Greene's "The Quiet American"), or just the violence of society (in both Americas). The coronavirus is a unique rare external challenge (biological and not human), where dismissal and ignoring and continuing "in your own way" do not help in coping with it (but they certainly help in economic coping - the Fed simply inflates the stock market as if there's no tomorrow. Party!). Therefore, America is the mother of low culture and its great distributor in the world, to the horror of all other cultures, simply because one who has no internal depth and doesn't care what others think of him from outside - is good at porn. Is there a better definition for Facebook than slow to hear and quick to lose? Lack of awareness is a much stronger force than awareness (not to mention awareness lacking awareness... another American excellence). But what about the fourth type?

There is one people that was scattered and dispersed among the nations, and its sons assimilated themselves culturally with the speed of a chameleon in all countries, and their religions are different from every people. Israeli innovation, Jewish neuroticism, the hysteria that alternates with complacency that alternates with shouting and winking and impulsiveness and then panic again, the rapid assimilation and settlement within other cultures and the constant desire to emigrate, to resign, to be someone else and then something else again, the start-up nation and the unique failure against the coronavirus after the unique success against the coronavirus - all stem from one root: from the method. Quick to learn and quick to lose - his reward comes out in his loss. After all, what remains Jewish in an assimilated Jew? Only: the very ability to assimilate itself. This is his method (even without any Jewish content). Therefore he can be more German than a German, and then more American than an American, and then again a chameleon without affiliation, and always: an excellent cultural and business entrepreneur and eternal immigrant (or at least an eternal backpacker). But did the state solve the problem of the rootless detached? No, it just copied it to the state space: a rootless and detached state. Therefore in Israel there is only short term and only sprint: the first place in the world - in the second wave. After all, what happened to the coronavirus? The worst thing that can happen to a problem in Israel: it turned from an external learning challenge (new and shiny!) to an internal challenge (a bit old and boring). And see what a wonderful metamorphosis. As long as the crisis was perceived as an external threat, like terrorism, the response was total mobilization and absolute panic. The moment it became an internal problem, what happens to every internal problem in Israel happened to it: foot-dragging and disregard for what has already been learned and neglect of the nuisance. Who cares?

Because this is the fastest learning culture in the world: the first to identify and adopt and the first to abandon and forget what it has learned and repeat the same history again. A country where there is not a drop of governance and institutions that can be relied upon, and everything is close and yalla yalla and mess and improvisation and patch-up and screw-up and chutzpah and slap on the back and buddy and lack of interpersonal boundaries and social networking abilities at lightning speed between strangers without shame and with national moods changing like a weathervane, when scandal chases scandal and everything is always boiling and bubbling and lacking continuity and startups turn into exits and not into giant companies and many patents are registered and there is little long-term planning and cultural memory is completely amnesic. Welcome to a culture that learns too quickly.

So what will happen with the culture with the lowest inhibition in the world? Seemingly, as development in the world accelerates, the advantage of Jewish culture over the Gentiles will grow, and the importance of innovation will increase at the expense of conservatism, and the advantage of learning over fixation will be like the advantage of light over darkness. But in fact, culture needs darkness. The ability of Jewish culture to maintain a state beyond the very fact of its existence, that is to maintain a long-term learning framework with a deep cultural tradition of value - is in great doubt. Bibi is not an unfortunate case that happened to us, just as Trump is not an unfortunate case of America - but a distilled essence of the national character. Therefore, if Jewish culture desires cultural life, it must actually increase within itself the conservative and traditional elements, and learn from East Asia. Fast learning is not identical to wisdom, and sometimes stands in contrast to it (this is one of the explanations for the difficulty of the brain to learn things that a computer learns quickly - biology often preferred stability over efficiency).

Real learning is not just increasing the flexibility and speed parameter to infinity, but depends precisely on the depth of learning - on its ability to challenge basic and fundamental patterns and not just abandon them casually. Not just replacing the old with the new, but a meeting of the old with the new - and their mating (as opposed to the struggle between them). The real challenge is to bring together "slow to lose" with "quick to hear" - and here even Far Eastern cultures often fail, unable to create a mating between the old and the new, but rather a parallel existence - disconnected, on planes that do not meet (hence the lack of depth in their learning of the new - in cheap imitation. Yes, ease of learning is also a curse!). Can our impulsive culture - light-minded and light-thinking - undergo this deep metamorphosis?

Well, there is always a possibility that there will be some Napoleon who will change the character of the state by the force of his personality and organizational ability, but what are the chances of that? The only person who is a genius who not only grew but also succeeded in the Israeli system in recent decades is not even a person but a potato, answering to the name Eisenkot. One should never underestimate the abilities of a super-planner and super-manager with credentials, but even more so one should not underestimate the power and persistence of a cultural method, and one brilliant strategist will not be able to stand in the breach even if he stands at the head of the government (and the proof - the masses have not even heard that a genius has grown in our garden, and their ability to distinguish between the abilities of senior system officials is zero. Only in Germany can a potato be chancellor).

There is always also a possibility that a cultural genius will appear, like Maimonides, Freud or the author of the Zohar, who by the force of his unique-supreme achievements will transfer the Israeli culture to a track of synthesis between the new and the old, and will increase its deep conservatism and deep innovation (as opposed to superficial conservatism and superficial innovation). But the flawed education will not hurry to produce such a person in a cultural republic of little value and weight like ours, which suffers from exactly the same disease: quick to hear and quick to lose (is it even possible for a book to have cultural importance and significance in our places? The function itself does not exist - every new voice is swallowed in the noise). And in general, is the only chance waiting for the Messiah?

Meanwhile, as demographic trends continue, Israel will become one of the youngest countries in the world outside the Third World, with a large population with low education who think they know everything - which will in turn create a society with an impulsive and short-term learning style. It is becoming clear that the real damage of external security problems (the preoccupation with "occupation") was the neglect of internal depth problems as long as it was possible to deal with them - before the population loses the organizational and human capital imported from the diaspora, with the advancement (which is diminishment) of generations. The professor grandfather, his high-tech son, and the grandson - an intellectual toy thug (that is: a spoiled baby, childish and whiny but also insolent, arrogant and loud, who is the first to adopt every trend and gadget and the first to lose and abandon it: the first to Zion).

Israel is a pyramid game, where the achievements of the present are built on the education of the past - and on the abilities of the extinct generations at the bottom of the pyramid. Everything starts (and therefore ends) with education and learning. The Jews excelled in this and hence their achievements (there is no genius) - and the Israelis excelled in lack of education and superficial learning that comes (and goes) "easily". Their elite was an external import from the diaspora, where it was built above the culture of the Gentiles - they will not have another one produced internally. As long as the Jewish method was connected at the base to heavy cultures (and the peak: Germany), and was the first to learn and innovate and initiate in a fixed system - it worked. But alone? The education and cultivation system itself underwent an accelerated process of barbarization - each generation more ignorant than its predecessor, and we will yet miss Bibi.

The results of rotten education are longer-term than any demography, because this is culture. Therefore in the foreseeable long term - Israel will remain a failed state, and the Jewish people will remain a successful people (as long as they manage to integrate into other cultures and be the innovative and entrepreneurial element within them). The hybrid structure of Jewish culture, of a state that has a people (and not just a people that has a state), that is, a structure of diaspora, will perhaps allow the Jewish state a kind of parasitic-to-symbiotic existence with global culture, exactly like Jewish existence in the diaspora itself. Therefore, the establishment of the State of Israel will not create a reverse transition from thesis to antithesis - from exile to state - but its historical end is to reach synthesis: diaspora. For the talented individual (who is of course a very dynamic Jew with chameleon-like abilities) there is no reason to stay in a failed state - and in a failed culture.

Because the time has come to give (at least to ourselves) a true account of Hebrew culture. Enough time has passed for us to conclude that Hebrew culture has produced very poor products compared to world Jewish culture in the same period (except perhaps in the field of poetry. And perhaps because it is the hardest to compare cultures). The most basic conclusion is the abandonment of Hebrew as a single mother tongue, in order to increase the transitivity of the culture. The revival of Hebrew was a terrible historical mistake, precisely because it succeeded (in creating a people that doesn't listen to anyone): its reward came out - in its loss.

But could such a proposal even have come to mind in another, rooted culture? What is really the future of Jewish culture, if there is no cultural future for the Jewish state? Our detached one will do what he always does: abandon. Make an exit. And give up on the episode of Hebrew exclusivity - the greatest damage caused by the philosophy of language to inherently bilingual and inter-cultural Judaism - in favor of learning. Hebrew should have remained a preserved sacred language - so that we could create a fruitful dialogue between it and the secular language: the language of the world. This dialogue simply did not occur within Hebrew itself, whose contribution to world culture is negligible, and which has long forgotten where it came from (and this despite the fact that the language had "all the data", because what determines is not the language but the m-e-t-h-o-d). Therefore the Agnonian project failed - because we are quick to lose, just as we are quick to hear (and Hebrew became a spoken language). The Zohar was wiser than him, and chose to forge an entire language - that is, to create a foreign language as a sacred language. Thus the Zohar was saved from the destruction created by the revival of Hebrew, which was the burial of the sacred and the destruction of the conservative and deep cultural foundation of Judaism (whoever still seeks holiness today - seeks in the Zohar). In this, Hebrew exacerbated the problem of the rapid transition of our method - and made our culture disconnected from the great cultures that nourished it in fruitful symbiosis. And the result: lack of culture.

If so, our hope is not yet lost. The Holocaust made us immune to enormous self-losses, and we can afford to lose and lose again and lose even the harmful Hebrew itself, because we are spiritual chameleons, and because language is not important - only learning. Unfortunately and fortunately, we will not be able to change our method, because it is who we are, and therefore we must find better conditions for its flourishing. Therefore, out of recognition of our limitations and strengths, we must distance ourselves from everything related to the world of the state (and its politics) - in an exilic (and for the meticulous: parasitic) existence within the state itself. This, while opposing the language of the majority and the street and its hollow culture - and connecting to world culture (and especially to the rising power of Far Eastern and philosemitic cultures, at the expense of the sick and antisemitic West). The exilic-cultural existence precisely within the State of Israel is the paradoxical peak of Jewish existence. His loss came out - in his reward.

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The Degeneration of the Nation

The First Ultra-Orthodox Chief of Staff

For 40 years you haven't learned that your main problem on the Palestinian front is non-lethal weapons? You must be more creative, because the competition with the Arabs isn't about who's stronger, but who's more imaginative. When myth fights myth, you need to employ literary imagination

By: The Ministry of Defense

Open the Book of Exodus and learn that the hornet is supposed to fight the inhabitants of the land for you (Source)

I dreamed that the Minister of Defense finally found a solution to both surprise everyone with the choice of Chief of Staff and fulfill the election promise to draft the ultra-Orthodox, and appoints me as the Chief of General Staff. And I descend at night to the pit [Translator's note: military command bunker] and the General Staff is in general shock, and the generals are flattering: "Honorable Rabbi General! Your uniform is black from so much death in the world of Torah, please let us wash them so we can see the khaki" or "Rabbi General, may you live long! Let me trim that wild hairy beret for you, it probably hasn't been shaved since you entered the induction center". And I ask: What do you study in the General Staff yeshiva? And the generals say: Study? In our yeshivas we don't study, there are problems in all sectors! In Gaza they're jumping on the fences, and we have no better idea than to shoot.

And I say: Really? For 40 years you haven't learned that your main problem on the Palestinian front is non-lethal weapons? That this has already entangled you in seven intifadas and international committees? Invest a billion dollars in this, divide all the soldiers into study pairs [Translator's note: 'chavruta', a traditional method of Talmudic study] and bring ideas, won't you find solutions? Where's the Jewish mind? Look, open the Book of Exodus and learn that the hornet is supposed to fight the inhabitants of the land for you. So please, throw hives of hornets from the air at anyone who approaches the fence, and let's see how many remain. "And I sent the hornet before you, which drove them out from before you... not with your sword, nor with your bow."

And the generals say: But what about the mass of protesters behind? And I say: Well, are we short on ideas? The first literary rule in the biblical story is measure for measure. Those who come from behind should be fought with the behind. So fill Hercules planes with feces from the sewage plant, and spray everyone from the air with pieces of excrement, and let's see how many will come next time for the IDF to defecate on them, and how many Western journalists will want to report when they're filled with crap. Turn the whole thing into a stinking mess. Operation Eisenkot - or in Hebrew: Iron Feces. You must be more creative, because the competition with the Arabs isn't about who's stronger, but who's more imaginative. When myth fights myth, you need to employ literary imagination. Where are your dreams?

And the generals say: We only have 6 hours of sleep according to General Staff orders, we're so busy. And I say: So that's the problem. How can you think like this? I'm giving you my first General Staff commandment. From today I'm changing the name of the IDF from Israel Defense Forces to Night Defense Forces. Let's reverse the entire doctrine. Come, bring me a graph of all the Zionist wars, from the most successful to the least. What's the simplest phenomenon you see? An inverse correlation between effort and result! The longer the war, the less successful it is, and the shorter it is, the better. So what do you learn from this?

And the Ground Forces commander jumps up: I know, that the IDF needs to prepare for longer wars! And the Soldiers' Complaints Commissioner bursts out: That we must invest in warehouses! And I get angry: The opposite! Your best wars lasted less than one night: Operation Entebbe, Operation Moked [Translator's note: the opening airstrike of the Six-Day War], bombing the reactors in Iraq and Syria. Therefore, from now on, the Night Defense Forces prepare only for wars that last one night. Can't conquer Gaza and it will take months? I want a plan on how to conquer it in one night, so they wake up in the morning and discover that the Strip has been conquered, and there won't even be a minyan [Translator's note: quorum of ten men required for Jewish prayer] of casualties. What do you learn from the huge difference between the Six-Day War and the Yom Kippur War?

And the head of Military Intelligence jumps up: The conception! And I say: Wrong! The big difference is that once we chose to surprise, and once they chose to surprise. That is, the crucial importance in the doctrine of war of the element of surprise - to be the side that initiates it with complete surprise. Therefore, all war plans from today are for a one-night war where everything is planned in detail for years, trained and prepared like clockwork, and then we pounce on the enemy by surprise without any warning. Destruction of Hezbollah in one night, including coming at night and killing Nasrallah in his bed, before the international system has time to blink. Destruction of Hamas in one night, conquering the Strip in one night and killing the Hamas leadership in their sleep, before they understand what hit them. We give them a plague of the firstborn every few years, and all the rest of the time we focus only on defense and don't get dragged in, until they get tired of it. How can one lament the loss of deterrence without ensuring the return of surprise? From today in the Night Defense Forces we fight while sleeping and dreaming, and defend while awake. This is the Torah, I tell you from years of personal experience. Only this way can you remain a jungle in a neighborhood of villas. The doctrine of warfare is the doctrine of dreaming.

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The Degeneration of the Nation

On the Lack of Use of Mathematics in Public Policy

Mathematics still has tremendous potential for applications in various disciplines and fields that have remained mathematically illiterate, including the public sector. Eventually, its requirements for feedback for optimization will lead to the implementation of learning processes in institutions that currently operate arbitrarily and with full of biases. The claim that not every outcome can be measured is based on primitive measurement methods, which higher mathematical knowledge would allow to replace, and would certainly lead to a more rigorous examination of policies that are currently based mainly on gut feelings

By: A Discipline with Dyscalculia

Extrapolation of Existing Policy  (Source)

In political science and the public sector today, they only know how to use linear functions, such as the number of voters. But what about logarithmic voting or voting by a square root factor according to the amount of money you voluntarily contribute to the state? A rich person can give a lot of money and buy influence but with diminishing marginal utility. This way, the state will gain taxes, and on the other hand, it will not become controlled by the wealthy. All that's needed is to find the appropriate function, the right slope. And we're stuck with a very suboptimal function because our approximation is only linear.

The same goes for non-linear taxation (for example, income tax). Why is the tax burden linear, when it's clear that this is not the mathematically optimal option? We can conduct experiments or use machine learning to find a more optimal function, or gradually bend it and receive feedback, and each tax year will provide feedback according to set parameters, and the learning will be online (meaning based on past results so far) and very cautious. And so we can slowly calibrate and optimize all the primitive functions of the state and society.

Because we can finally move from elementary school mathematics to high school mathematics with the advancement of population education. And start gradually incorporating more and more sophisticated algorithms, and thus citizens will also learn to use more and more sophisticated algorithms, and the sophistication of society will rise wonderfully. Political science has not yet begun to discover mathematics, which is why people complain that they haven't used mathematics since elementary school, despite its capabilities. The more mathematical the public sector becomes, the higher the level of public discourse about it will be, because most will understand that they don't understand. And thus the field will also be expropriated from populism to algorithm. Which is the ultimate goal of public policy in the 21st century.

Philosophy of the Future