B'H
It has been over a month since I posted on my blog. Shows how frantically busy I have been. The politics surrounding LION FM seem to be settling down. Shoshanna and I have had three successful shows. We have had my old teacher to speak about the Festival of Shavuot and then we had Gemma Wines speak about Autism and that was a very good and very informative show. This week we visit the Shomron to hear from Lea Goldshmit who is part of a four generations of a family living at Itamar a town of approximately five thousand there. We have many shows planned and hope to gain a regular following of people.
I have to rejoin the VWC and to get my entry in for the E.J. Brady competition and Glimmer. I have two stories on the back burner and need to edit and to refine and write more.
There are also many things to do with my son's learning that I need to continue with if he is to make improvements on a constant basis. I am quite sure now that his hearing loss from the age of 8 months to two years had more to do with his learning difficulties than any real intellectual impairment which I do not believe that he has.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
The dance
He dances, spinning and jumping as
Sparks fizz from the fire
Singeing points of light
Fly up into the dark woollen knit sky.
He moves crisply
In time with the group
Ever watchful to be like them
He wants to be absorbed by them
But unique, just like the rest
He somersaults and stands on his hands
Momentarily saying, ‘Look at me!
I am here too!’ He is happy to be
One with the group.
Rav Shimeon bar Yochai watches smiling
To see these young Jews
Move and dance as one
Am Israel Chai
In hope that the dance
Will be mirrored in other ways
Throughout the day and the year
To come, we need to move as one.
Falling leaves
It is the time of autumn falls again
Dappled leaves change
Greens yellowing to fiery flames
Dancing on branches
Whipped by winds and rain
They flood the gutters and foot paths.
Children run and kick up the piles
In delirious joy, they fall and roll
Together in the leaves, scarves flying
So securely, they are attached
To life, binding together the good times
With little thought or careful planning
While others age
Their memories wither and die
Like leaves falling from trees
Yet unlike the trees,
Their minds will not blossom anew
In the spring turgid with green buds
Sprouting those broad flat leaves,
But remain starkly branched limbs
Breaking off pieces continually
Stretched and pleading for mercy
Against a bleached blue sky
When words shrink and shrivel to nothingness
For some, becoming aged is to die
A thousand deaths in one life.
Dappled leaves change
Greens yellowing to fiery flames
Dancing on branches
Whipped by winds and rain
They flood the gutters and foot paths.
Children run and kick up the piles
In delirious joy, they fall and roll
Together in the leaves, scarves flying
So securely, they are attached
To life, binding together the good times
With little thought or careful planning
While others age
Their memories wither and die
Like leaves falling from trees
Yet unlike the trees,
Their minds will not blossom anew
In the spring turgid with green buds
Sprouting those broad flat leaves,
But remain starkly branched limbs
Breaking off pieces continually
Stretched and pleading for mercy
Against a bleached blue sky
When words shrink and shrivel to nothingness
For some, becoming aged is to die
A thousand deaths in one life.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Jeremy Rapke QC and former DPP resigns and it has all the signs of mobbing Bully Behaviour
B'H
It appears that QC Jeremy Rapke's only real crime was to hold the judiciary to account on their treatment of victims of crime, to call for more adequate sentencing for drug offences and for child abuse crimes as well as rape. I googled him and came across an unspeakably offensive site that attacks his personal life and casts dispersions on his conduct in a most vile way. He has made some serious enemies. You can be sure,, from this aspect I would say that he was doing the right thing and upset a few of the criminals.
The fact that Robert Richter QC who defends some of the worst types for a price, is critcal of Rapke is more than an indication he probably was fulfilling his role as DPP in an honest way. Much more so than Richter, who I would hazard a guess, is a sort of legal prostitute. The only difference between him and one of the streetwalkers in Fitzroy Street, St. Kilda is that he operates from a luxury office paid for with drug money and sells his intellectual expertise helping lawbreakers stay out of prison. She unfortunately pays for her drugs by selling her body and will end up either over dosing in some gutter or in prison or homeless. They have the same criminal mentality and the same morals.
I also wonder at the Chief Justice Warren rebuking a prosecutor who is best serving the interests of the victims of crime rather than the criminals. I mean, be damned, how dare the man have the audacity to think that the law is for the public interests and not for those that flaunt and break the law where ever possible and use violence, both physical and psychological, to achieve their aims? Whose interests does Chief Justice Marilyn Warren represent? it does not appear to be that of fair justice and the public.
Just from what I have read, it seems like Rapke is a victim himself of mobbing 'bully behaviour. If you can't beat them, you destroy them using criminal means and slander them. The very fact that he had to resign when he obviously wanted to achieve so much that was in the best interests of the public justice system, seems a daunting indictment on the whole system currently in place. If you wanted an honest system and an ethical one, you would think that they would keep him on.
http://www.news.com.au/jeremy-rapke-fights-for-victims/story-e6frf7kx-1225936490990
It appears that QC Jeremy Rapke's only real crime was to hold the judiciary to account on their treatment of victims of crime, to call for more adequate sentencing for drug offences and for child abuse crimes as well as rape. I googled him and came across an unspeakably offensive site that attacks his personal life and casts dispersions on his conduct in a most vile way. He has made some serious enemies. You can be sure,, from this aspect I would say that he was doing the right thing and upset a few of the criminals.
The fact that Robert Richter QC who defends some of the worst types for a price, is critcal of Rapke is more than an indication he probably was fulfilling his role as DPP in an honest way. Much more so than Richter, who I would hazard a guess, is a sort of legal prostitute. The only difference between him and one of the streetwalkers in Fitzroy Street, St. Kilda is that he operates from a luxury office paid for with drug money and sells his intellectual expertise helping lawbreakers stay out of prison. She unfortunately pays for her drugs by selling her body and will end up either over dosing in some gutter or in prison or homeless. They have the same criminal mentality and the same morals.
I also wonder at the Chief Justice Warren rebuking a prosecutor who is best serving the interests of the victims of crime rather than the criminals. I mean, be damned, how dare the man have the audacity to think that the law is for the public interests and not for those that flaunt and break the law where ever possible and use violence, both physical and psychological, to achieve their aims? Whose interests does Chief Justice Marilyn Warren represent? it does not appear to be that of fair justice and the public.
Just from what I have read, it seems like Rapke is a victim himself of mobbing 'bully behaviour. If you can't beat them, you destroy them using criminal means and slander them. The very fact that he had to resign when he obviously wanted to achieve so much that was in the best interests of the public justice system, seems a daunting indictment on the whole system currently in place. If you wanted an honest system and an ethical one, you would think that they would keep him on.
http://www.news.com.au/jeremy-rapke-fights-for-victims/story-e6frf7kx-1225936490990
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Hamesh Orot
Hamesh Orot
Five lights on a hill
Flicker, extinguished here
They flare up in a different sphere
Bright in the night
Light in the deep darkness
They burn eternal flames,
G-dly sparks carried within.
Amalek, rises to break our will
Our land, we do not forsake
Despite those you kill.
Hamesh, five souls departed
But their lights remain
In this worldly home
And the next one
Despite the blood that stains
The floors of the home
Which was their family abode.
The light it grows strong
Because it knows where it belongs.
Five lights on a hill
Burn, beacons to the world beyond
Of humanity destroyed by brutal beings
Who have no excuse to give,
For their deed but to proclaim
Their lust to kill is greater than
Natural compassion for a sleeping babe,
Rudely awakened in her parents’ blood,
She wails and a monster with a knife turns back
Pitilessly to slit her throat
Ending a three month sojourn.
She is a small blue and white sack
Among four others
Cut down without mercy
By Evil Angels bent on destroying
The peace of Shabbat.
Master of the Universe,
Where were the Good Angels?
Were they late in coming?
Because there were many to save that night
Even as an Arab woman is delivered
Of a live baby girl
By the same medics
Who took three month old Hadas z’l
Shroud wrapped from a home on a hill
Light as a toy
But a heavier burden none should have to bear
Who tried to save young Elad
When two evil angels walked to destroy
Hamesh, the number of books in Torah
Five lights on a hill
Will burn bright
Remembered
Because you cannot break our will
Despite those you may kill
G-D the ultimate Judge, decides
Who is worthy and
Who breaks the peace that others build.
Five lights on a hill
Flicker, extinguished here
They flare up in a different sphere
Bright in the night
Light in the deep darkness
They burn eternal flames,
G-dly sparks carried within.
Amalek, rises to break our will
Our land, we do not forsake
Despite those you kill.
Hamesh, five souls departed
But their lights remain
In this worldly home
And the next one
Despite the blood that stains
The floors of the home
Which was their family abode.
The light it grows strong
Because it knows where it belongs.
Five lights on a hill
Burn, beacons to the world beyond
Of humanity destroyed by brutal beings
Who have no excuse to give,
For their deed but to proclaim
Their lust to kill is greater than
Natural compassion for a sleeping babe,
Rudely awakened in her parents’ blood,
She wails and a monster with a knife turns back
Pitilessly to slit her throat
Ending a three month sojourn.
She is a small blue and white sack
Among four others
Cut down without mercy
By Evil Angels bent on destroying
The peace of Shabbat.
Master of the Universe,
Where were the Good Angels?
Were they late in coming?
Because there were many to save that night
Even as an Arab woman is delivered
Of a live baby girl
By the same medics
Who took three month old Hadas z’l
Shroud wrapped from a home on a hill
Light as a toy
But a heavier burden none should have to bear
Who tried to save young Elad
When two evil angels walked to destroy
Hamesh, the number of books in Torah
Five lights on a hill
Will burn bright
Remembered
Because you cannot break our will
Despite those you may kill
G-D the ultimate Judge, decides
Who is worthy and
Who breaks the peace that others build.
Pink Thongs in Darwin
Pink thongs in Darwin
People sit on the side walks
Talking
Litter blown against shop fronts
Like leaves in autumn
Coloured brilliant hues
Of women and children, barbeque
Fires roasting fat steak meat
But no lean hunters - they gone long ago
And in their place, men with bellies
Swollen hard with white man tucker
Suck on metal cans
Their forlorn faces marked
By the alcohol trace lines
Etched deep in their soul
Cutting it off from their land.
Families cluster
Sheltering as
Wet season rains down
Skies open wide
Birds flitter through trees
Leaves hang down
Water runs from the guttering
People curl inside
Against the weather
Piled in corners.
A man in kaki, he comes
Carrying a pile of pink thongs
In cellophane packets
Which he hands out.
A trade like Indian glass beads
Sold for a song, a drink, some sugar bag
And loose billy tea.
It stinks see
The land these people owned
It belonged to them
It healed them
It kept them clean and clear.
Now down we dragged them
Broke them men
Took them women
Took them children
See
But we give them pink thongs,
Plastic and cheap,
Some cheap, shitty hip hop songs,
Beer, white food to kill them
Take them art
Take them apart
But no put back together
Cause we too smart.
We just creep
Around them
Like cockroaches waiting for them carcasses
To lick clean.
Ilana Leeds
People sit on the side walks
Talking
Litter blown against shop fronts
Like leaves in autumn
Coloured brilliant hues
Of women and children, barbeque
Fires roasting fat steak meat
But no lean hunters - they gone long ago
And in their place, men with bellies
Swollen hard with white man tucker
Suck on metal cans
Their forlorn faces marked
By the alcohol trace lines
Etched deep in their soul
Cutting it off from their land.
Families cluster
Sheltering as
Wet season rains down
Skies open wide
Birds flitter through trees
Leaves hang down
Water runs from the guttering
People curl inside
Against the weather
Piled in corners.
A man in kaki, he comes
Carrying a pile of pink thongs
In cellophane packets
Which he hands out.
A trade like Indian glass beads
Sold for a song, a drink, some sugar bag
And loose billy tea.
It stinks see
The land these people owned
It belonged to them
It healed them
It kept them clean and clear.
Now down we dragged them
Broke them men
Took them women
Took them children
See
But we give them pink thongs,
Plastic and cheap,
Some cheap, shitty hip hop songs,
Beer, white food to kill them
Take them art
Take them apart
But no put back together
Cause we too smart.
We just creep
Around them
Like cockroaches waiting for them carcasses
To lick clean.
Ilana Leeds
Saturday, April 23, 2011
A Pesach Breakfast
A Pesach Breakfast recipe
It is so difficult to broaden menu choices when we are restricted over the Pesach holiday. But you can do it and this is a tasty easy-to-prepare breakfast for the family. You can add cheeses if you like or leave it parve. We peel all our vegetables and fruit over Pesach because of the prohibition against using Chometz and the fact that much farm produce is sprayed with all manner of insecticides and other.
Ingredients
One brown onion (finely diced)
Two large zucchinis (peeled and diced finely)
Two large firm tomatoes(peeled and fine diced)
A dob of oil or margarine (kosher Le Pesach)
A sprig of continential flat leaf parsley (washed and inspected).
Cumin
Paprika
Salt
Method
Heat the oil or margarine and add the oil and fry until it starts to caramelise
Add the zucchinis and cook a few minutes before adding the tomatoes and washed parsley. Cover and simmer on a low heat for about six to eight minutes or until soft and tender. Stir frequently.
Add the spices and salt and cover for another minute after adding and stirring well.
This is a great accompaniment for an omelette or sweet potato cakes or a hash brown of grated and fried mashed sweet potato. You can use fresh cream cheese / sour cream as a dressing if you want to have a milk meal.
It is so difficult to broaden menu choices when we are restricted over the Pesach holiday. But you can do it and this is a tasty easy-to-prepare breakfast for the family. You can add cheeses if you like or leave it parve. We peel all our vegetables and fruit over Pesach because of the prohibition against using Chometz and the fact that much farm produce is sprayed with all manner of insecticides and other.
Ingredients
One brown onion (finely diced)
Two large zucchinis (peeled and diced finely)
Two large firm tomatoes(peeled and fine diced)
A dob of oil or margarine (kosher Le Pesach)
A sprig of continential flat leaf parsley (washed and inspected).
Cumin
Paprika
Salt
Method
Heat the oil or margarine and add the oil and fry until it starts to caramelise
Add the zucchinis and cook a few minutes before adding the tomatoes and washed parsley. Cover and simmer on a low heat for about six to eight minutes or until soft and tender. Stir frequently.
Add the spices and salt and cover for another minute after adding and stirring well.
This is a great accompaniment for an omelette or sweet potato cakes or a hash brown of grated and fried mashed sweet potato. You can use fresh cream cheese / sour cream as a dressing if you want to have a milk meal.
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