Benyomin Ellegant - On the Times We Live In

    Islam can never win this war against Israel and here’s why. I could give a fideistic reason and simply say “our God is bigger than their god”, but I disdain that sort of reasoning (or lack thereof). The following, I would argue, is a more reasoned explanation: All attention has been drawn to Jerusalem. I’m sure that many are saying “If only that racist, orange man, Donald Trump had not made Jerusalem the capitol of Israel, this conflict would not be going on with the level of ferocity that we’re seeing.” Yes, Jerusalem is one focal point in this conflict but I’d like to draw your attention to another focal point: Selkopp Norway. I’m sure this may have some of you scratching your heads, but allow me to explain. As a means of explanation, I need to discuss the fundamental mindset behind this war against Israel. Yes, there is a deep animus on the mind of the purveyors of Islam and the Jewish people. We Jews, knowingly or otherwise, via our survival of history, bear ...

  There is a very large elephant in the room but it is either racist or anti-Semitic to acknowledge it.   I don’t believe that that elephant existed (or at least was very large) at the time of Martin Luther King.   The black family was still largely intact.   His enemy was rampant racism from outside the black community.   He was justified and, dare I say, effective, in confronting that issue.   And a lot of progress has been made in the area of racism.   How else could the United States have elected a black President of the United States?   How else could there have been a veritable plethora of black Congresspersons and Senators as well as two black justices of the Supreme Court? Nevertheless, the Black Community still has its woes.   It is an understatement to describe its problems as such because those woes are tragic.   Black on black violence is considerably more rampant than white on white violence percentage wise and whereas t...

  DOUBTLESS, THERE ARE JEWS FOR JESUS WITH MORE RIGHTEOUS BACKGROUNDS THAN I, BUT THIS IS MY STORY   I trusted Jesus as my Messiah back in 1971.   It wasn’t because I’d done extensive study concluding that he was, indeed the Messiah.   It wasn’t because I’d delved deeply into the depths of the Talmud, Kabbala and other Jewish literature.   It was because I’d failed in my attempt to justify a life of self-indulgence, drugs and debauchery encouraged and reinforced by the “hippie” movement with which I’d come to identify myself.    I’d found myself trapped by addictions from which I had neither the motivation nor the ability to extricate myself and, assuming if there ever was a God, I concluded that He would be (pardon my French) very pissed with me.   I needed a lifeline by which I could be pulled out of my self-induced quagmire, and Jesus, out of great compassion, threw Himself to me.   He was my life-line. When I announced what had happen...