Monday, June 15, 2026

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

Illustration by Tenniel

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail.
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance?
"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance --
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied.
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France --
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?"
                                                           Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

In a word?  NO. 

Illustration by Tenniel
These days I think I'm living in some even more twisted Wonderland....and not in a good way. Alice displayed a healthy amount of skepticism as met the challenges of Wonderland. Our feckless president, however, wants We, the People to hail him as the greatest president ever, the peacemaker of the world, the bringer of Christ to the masses, and first living guy to be canonized as a saint. Nah. We, the People may not be too bright, but we're not nearly that collectively stupid. Nor do we really get off on our own heads spinning out of control...and that's his favorite game. Keep us all off kilter with his musical game plans. None of it is real; it's all horse-hockey.

  • Yes, we have a deal with Iran....but I'm bombing them tonight.
  • They agreed to everything I wanted.....but I'm bombing them tonight.
  • Their nuclear program has been obliterated...but they can still enrich
  • I've destroyed their entire regime....but I'm leaving the leadership intact. 

Our heads are spinning so fast...

This is a really good example from the New York Times: 

“They can never go beyond a certain amount,” he said. But when asked whether that limit was the same as in the Obama-era agreement — which limited enrichment to 3.67 percent, a level that is usable in power reactors but not weaponry — he said only that the new accord would assure that “they can only enrich for nonmilitary purposes. Forever.”
Huh? And if you believe that, I've got a bridge to sell you in Brooklyn. 

Yet, the regime remains. The thousands of Iranians who were murdered and executed without trial no longer matter. The reason he claimed we were going to war was simply bullshit. The real reason was to manipulate oil prices and enrich his own pockets and those of his friends. Exxon Mobil, Shell, and Chevron all saw huge increases in profits as the price per barrel shot up. And while prices at the gas pump will drop, it's not really a windfall for the consumer. It's all optics. President Felon is just hoping/trusting We, the People, are stupid enough to join his happy dance because his great statementshit caused the price at the pump to drop a few pennies. 

But just like with the people of Ukraine, President Felon has grown bored and now abandons the people of Iran. As for the Hezbollah occupation of Lebanon, Feckless President Felon said:

 We do want to see if we can straighten out the Lebanon thing. It just seems to never end. Hezbollah, we have to have a little talk with them.

And whatever happened to the Gaza City Riviera he was planning to build? He must've figured out there was real work involved. It's all a mountain of lies over lies.

Pongo &Perdita

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I had cousinly houseguests over the weekend. I cooked strictly vegetarian and discovered Impossible Beef makes great tacos! My cousin Perdie delivered a terrific talk about the Park Slope Food Coop debacle. I am just so damn proud of the work she is doing to fight BDS. One of the saddest parts is the damage it's doing to Palestinian owned business in Israel; they are caught in the crosshairs and the folks fighting BDS are banding together to help those very businesses stay afloat. Which only emphasizes the reality that BDS doesn't give a shit about Palestinians. Go, Perdie!

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week
Today's tip comes to you from William Pitt:

Where law ends, tyranny begins.

William Pitt the Younger
28 May 1759 – 23 January 1806

Monday, June 8, 2026

When Truth Is Barely A Consideration

Wow. Only Monday, and already it's a busy week. The Senior Son is home for the weekend and will stay at lease long enough to play at the blues jam at the Midway Saloon tonight. I have a great soft spot for Moses Oakland who runs the jam. He was Ziggy's friend, and dad to Senior Son's friends. I like having the Senior Son home. I like being Mam even if it's just for the weekend, after which I go back to being, oh, mother! I don't mind; I'm just glad he wants to come home every so often.

We got to watch Young Sir play baseball...he did get a couple of good hits off the pitching machine and didn't have to use the T even once! We all went to Snuffy's for malts. I come from a great baseball lovin' family and watching Young Sir made me so happy. Right now, he says he likes being catcher best. That will change again and again, I'm guessing. Still, seeing him in the mask just makes me grin all over. After the game, we all headed over to Snuffy's for onion rings and malts. Nothing is more fun than cramming 3 grandparents, two adult kids, and a hot, sweaty grandson into a booth. I'm absolutely serious about that!

Tuesday, my cousins come for an overnight before heading to Duluth for a couple of days, and then back to me for Shabbat. Since the overnight is Tuesday, there will be tacos....made with Impossible Beef because I want to serve cheese and sour cream and all sorts of stuff and if they were made with meat, most of that is off my very kosher table! I'm kinda excited about this, by the way. I haven't made tacos since Ziggy left the building. But all this vegetarian cooking for my vegetarian cousins is not what has me so excited about this visit. 

See, the cousin whom I lovingly call Perdita, is, in reality, Barbara Mazor, champion of the fight against BDS at the Park Slope Coop in Brooklyn. In the past few weeks, the debacle at the Coop has made a whole lotta newspapers. This is not the first time I've written about the demonization of Israel and Jews at that august institution. Barbara started a blog, Stop BDS At The Park Slope Coop, about the fight. Back in March, 2012, I wrote an episode about it: When The Coop Is In The Balance. At that time, they were able to beat back the BDS movement, and she even changed the name of the blog to We Stopped BDS At The Park Slope Coop. But like all pernicious diseases, it percolated in the background. And now it's back.

The City Journal did a better job of explaining the issue than either the New York Time or The Guardian. They also quoted Barbara:

Barbara Mazor, who opposed the boycott movement alongside Maislen, told City Journal that the vote was “a lost opportunity to build a politics of co-existence.” The purpose of a co-operative, she said, is to “put your difference aside” to work on something collaboratively. Many members stressed that their ability to do so, even when they did not agree on everything, contributed to the Brooklyn neighborhood’s unique social fabric.... 

...In evaluating the vote, it is hard to ignore the influence of the wave of anti-Semitism and religious intolerance that has erupted in New York City since the October 7 attacks. Though many of the boycott’s leading figures are Jewish themselves—including Alyce Barr, who led the push to divest—Mazor suggested that the move “provides a lot of validation for people” who dislike Jews more broadly. “It provides encouragement for the most extremist actors, and it’s a permission structure for attacking Jews,” she said.

Mazor’s suggestion is borne out by members’ reports. Those who opposed the boycott were likened to antebellum “pro-slavery” supporters. When a member declared “Jewish supremacy is a problem,” 50 people applauded, Maislen told City Journal. One Israeli member working a shift who requested anonymity was told by a customer that she smelled “of Palestinian blood” and that “Jews are rejoicing in raping and killing Palestinians.” 

This is not some tempest in a teapot. That the anti-BDS side was not permitted to present their side at the meeting speaks volumes to those of us watching this fight, ostensibly because of technical issues. Regardless, this was shutting down the opposition and screams of a variety if messages to whatever side you're on. 

But here's the thing: how did we (meaning all Jews) become the genocidal maniacs in the court of public opinion after Hamas raped, murdered, decapitated, mutilated, and kidnapped over a thousand people attending a music festival on October 7th, 2023? What if those same terrorists did that at Coachella? What if they did it at Wembley Stadium? What would the response have been then? 

People usually fixate on Jewish tragedy...why is that? They're fascinated with death camps, gas chambers, and ghettos. Why can't they see the benefit of live Jews? The ones who invent stuff and make medical devices and apps and desalination plants that bring water where there wasn't any? Not to mention their boycotts are selective. I don't see them advocating the removal of messaging from their phones or WAZE from their cars. I cannot speak or think for anyone else, but I gotta wonder what their end-game really looks like. 

I am fascinated by the colonization part. What do they think the Muslims were doing during their conquest period? Bringing free press to Iraq, Syria, Turkey, Algeria, Tunisia, or Libya? What do all those kind hearted protestors think were happening to the indigenous populations or, for that matter, all the Christians that lived there? And what about, in recent years, the plight of queer or gay communities living in those countries? Especially in places like Gaza? Are they holding Gay Pride Month parades there? Yet, those communities are silent on those issues. Dead silent. And that's not meant to be a pun. 

How is it that millions of Israelis sheltering against bombing attacks that have been ongoing for decades makes them aggressors? And the ultimate question: why isn't Israel allowed to defend itself?  Like this is news. Not. 

In his Morning Musings on Substack, Peter Himmelman digs deeper into the heart of that question:

And on the other side we do not see merely opposing viewpoints. There are states, media networks, political movements, universities, NGOs, influencers, bots, and vast oceans of money invested in the creation and dissemination of anti-Israel—and often overtly anti-Jewish—sentiment. There is the propaganda machinery of Iran. There is Qatar's immense financial reach and its state-sponsored media network, Al Jazeera, arguably the most influential anti-Israel media platform in the world. There are Russian and Chinese information operations—coordinated networks that seed anti-Western narratives across social platforms, for which the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is a reliable accelerant. There are social media algorithms that reward outrage and flatten complexity. There are hundreds of millions of people predisposed to see the conflict through ideological, religious, or historical lenses that Israel has little power to alter.

With a PR machine like that, it's amazing Israel has lasted this long. 

Or maybe it isn't all that amazing. Israel takes defense seriously. Citizens are not used as human shields, nor are they told death is a desirable outcome. The rest of the world never sees that part, thanks to the PR machine, but we know better. What other ancient civilization has survived intact the way we have? Same language, same culture, same religion despite exiles, persecution, and a real attempt at genocide? And what other people have welcomed others into the safety tent expecting nothing more than community...not conversion, not extra taxes,  not assimilation...the way Israel has. Look at the demographics: nationality is ISRAELI. Not Jewish. Over  20%  of the population is Arab and they, too, are ISRAELI. As is the almost 6% of other population segments like Druze or Baháʼí; they, too, are ISRAELI. And the official language may be Hebrew, but the street signs are all in Hebrew, Arabic, and English. Is that asking anyone to relinquish their cultural heritage or identity?

Does anyone actually care about the lives and livelihoods of the Palestinians? No one gave a damn about the billions funneled into Gaza that built the murder tunnels and paid for the bombs, many of which never made it across the border and fell on their own people while they huddled in tents and watched Hamas commandeer their food supplies. The only things all those Greta-Thunberg-wannabes care about are the creative optics designed to provide sheeple with a scapegoat on which to vent their self-righteous and misplaced fury. In the end, no matter what happens to Israel, Gaza will still be occupied by terrorists who are in it for the money and the chance to spill blood...even if it's the blood of their own people. They'll just find another group to victimize. 

Just ask any gay or trans Gazan.

Meanwhile, back at the farm, Meet the Press held a show in a barn. It didn't go well.

President Felon: Your elections are crooked and you’re crooked, and Meet the Press is crooked.

Kristen Welker:   But Mr. President–

President Felon: And so is ABC and CBS and CNN.

Kristen Welker:   But Mr. President--

President Felon: You’re a one-sided crooked network. Sorry. Let’s call it quits because I’ve had enough. Thank you, darling. Have a good time.

Kristen Welker:  Mr. President, let’s — please, I traveled all the way to Wisconsin.

President Felon: I’ve sat in the rain with you--

Kristen Welker:   I traveled all — I know. I traveled all the way--

President Felon: I sat in the rain with you for an hour.

Kristen Welker:   --to Wisconsin.

President Felon: On and off in the rain, and I’ve given you enough time. You ought to straighten out your press, because you know what?

Kristen Welker:   Mr. President--

President Felon: A country can never be great with a dishonest press.

Kristen Welker:   – we traveled all — listen. We traveled all the way to Wisconsin for this interview. 

And then he got up and walked out. Wanna know what I wanna know? If a country can never be great with a dishonest press, what are we supposed to do with a dishonest president? Read the transcript of the interview for yourself. The lies per square minute are astounding. 

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week:

As Kander and Ebb wrote for CHICAGO
(and I am asking the same questions daily) 

Whatever happened to fair dealing?
And pure ethics
And nice manners?
Why is it everyone now is a pain in the ass?
Whatever happened to class?

The Wifely Person's EXTRA SPECIAL BONUS Tip o'the Week
If you are interested in hearing Barbara speak about the Coop,
drop an email to thewifelyperson[at]gmail.com.

Monday, June 1, 2026

Breathe In, Breathe Out

Today is Ziggy's yahrzeit...the 17th anniversary of his death on the Hebrew calendar, the 16th of Sivan. His 73rd birthday happened to have been last Friday, the 29th of May. 

In real time, his birthday in 2009 was on a Friday; we had a rollicking Shabbat dinner...complete with the traditional angel food cake with chocolate frosting. My folks had flown in, the Senior Son was home for the weekend, and the Junior son and future Mrs. Junior Son were going to have their tenai'im...their official betrothal....on Sunday. It was a heck of a weekend.  Ziggy witnessed the document, we all signed around him, my machatenista and I broke a plate with a hammer, and everyone yelled MAZEL TOV, even though our hearts were all breaking because we all knew he would not be at the wedding in the fall.

My Steve left the building the next Sunday evening, after sunset. 

This year, the timing just seems too eerily close. And I don't feel like writing much of anything at all. So here's ZJOD published from May 29th, 2002. 

The Tip o'the Day is eerily prescient. 


Adjusting for time zone differences, I was born, almost to the exact
hour, on the 500'th anniversary of the fall of Constantinople to the
Turks.  This coincidence is a triviality of such small historical
import that even my mother, who took her master's degree in history,
never mentioned it.

To memorialize that long-ago military victory in our family's own
special way, I was unwittingly duped into accompanying the wifely
person and junior son to a 500+ person surprise party.  They enticed
me there by claiming it was the local high school's annual athletic
awards banquet.  On the way to the venue, I bluntly told the wifely
person that this event had better not be a front for some sort of
surprise party because, at my newly advanced age, I just couldn't
take those sorts of surprises any more.

She just smiled and said, "Oh, Honey... I know how you hate that
sort of thing.  I would never do that to you."

This woman can't lie to save her life.

But I have to tell you, I was almost sucked in.

Upon being seated, we were all treated to rubber chicken followed by
a nearly endless array of coaches, each describing in exquisite
detail the determination, work ethic, forthrightness and true grit
of this year's crop of student athletes.  The junior son's name was
even mentioned a couple of times.

Just as the event was apparently winding down, Matt, the school
athletic director (who I've known fairly well for most of the junior
son's high school tenure, and who is a fairly accomplished jokester
in his own right), stepped to the podium.  The entire room grew
silent as he scanned the crowd.  Finally, his gaze swept in my
direction...  and stopped.  Without saying a word, he held my gaze
while he reached into a shirt pocket and took out a folded sheet of
paper.

"Oh, Hell!" I thought.  "The wifely person's put him up to this.
Now he's going to announce it's my birthday and then 500 people are
going to sing that stupid `Happy Birthday' song and I'm going to
have to sit here and act like I enjoy it."

He adjusted the microphone.

In near panic, I began to wonder if it wasn't too late to dive under
the table before the spotlight swung in my direction.

Finally, he spoke.  "Hey, everybody!"  he said with a big grin while
staring right at me, "Thanks for coming!"

Boy!  Was I ever surprised!


On that cake-coffee-and-presents-at-home-later-with-Walter-Mitty
moment, Ziggy's Joke o' the day is from Wendy:

	A man's perfect breakfast:

	He's lying in bed.
	He just got laid.
	She just left.
	He is on the cover of the Wheaties box.
	He's single,
	and his girlfriend is on the cover of Playboy!

	A woman's perfect breakfast:

	She's sitting at the table.
	Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.
	Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.
	Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl,
	and her husband is on the back of the milk carton.

                             Ziggy's Tip o' the day:

	Next time you think that getting older is bad, consider the
	alternative.