B'H
On the 16th of December 2012 in a country, it could be any country but this time it was India, a young New Dehli woman is out with her male companion. She gets on a bus. Correction they get on a bus. She is a lovely girl, a classic Indian beauty. Dark doe like eyes, a gentle face, sweet full lips and lovely features, a slender figure and fine boned. You see her in her traditional Sari dress and you imagine the life this girl has before her. Marriage to a nice young man and children that will bring joy to her mother and father and family. She must have been such a beautiful child to raise. Her inner beauty is captured in the picture of her. She is a physiotherapy student and to do such work you must have compassion and understanding of people.
The bus she gets on has a driver who has a brother who is a pathetic individual. A person given to drunken corrupt behaviours. His wife had died three years previous to this incident happening and one wonders now, what did she die of? Grief, abuse and mistreatment on all levels?
On the bus there are four other individuals apart from the two brothers. Who knows what the psychological make up of these six 'men' really is, except to say that they are monsters who do not deserve the title human beings and even animals do not do to their own kind, what they did to this young couple and especially the young woman.
Apparently the young man tried to protect his lovely female companion. He was beaten and battered into unconsciousness. Imagine what he has to live with for the rest of his life and how he must feel for the rest of his life in coming to terms with what these six ugly monsters did to his friend.
After repeatedly raping this girl, they then did something which defies all belief and human feeling or empathy for another. They used an iron bar to tear into her privates so viciously that her small and large intestines poured out and then she was tossed onto the public road way like some piece of discarded tissue. Something these creatures had used, abused and spoiled forever with their mistreatment.
One wonders if these pieces of filth have ever had any respect or humane acknowledgement for their own mothers or sisters or wives if they were married or had been married.
The face of this torn raped girl, tubes coming from her, bruised closed eyes and violated mouth purpled from their abuse and mistreatment haunts me, as it must others. There are demonstrations in India and there should be around the world, where ever this sort of unspeakable act were to happen in any country or town or place. And it does. It happens on a too frequent basis.
There are young women beaten and raped, old women beaten and raped, girls beaten and raped, boys beaten and raped, married women beaten and raped, unmarried women beaten and raped. What does it tell us?
It tells us, that around the world there are people whose instinctive drive to procreate has somehow become grossly perverted and out of control to the degree that it leads them to do horrid, unimaginable and vicious things to others.
No sane person would do this to others and as the majority of us struggle to come to terms with such savagery, there is the really real question of how to deal with such people. Do we try to be humane and deal compassionately with criminals and lowlifes? Do they understand compassion? Do they understand empathy. Can we confront them with the horror of their behaviour or will that only bring a defensive vicious reaction. Most criminals believe wholeheartedly in their innocence. I am sure these 'men' will have some answer for their crime that they will try and put the blame on the victims as if that will excuse or lessen the severity of their crime. We cannot begin to try to understand this sort of person. To do so would require one to try to think like they do and even for a few seconds I for one cannot imagine and do not want to imagine. They are predators of the worst kind and need to be cut out of the society quickly and efficiently. When a person has killed in this fashion and with such sadism directed towards another human being, there is only one answer for them and that is to send them to confront the ultimate judge as quickly as possible. At least they will not suffer and die like this beautiful young lass did, over two lingering weeks of agonised suffering.
Personally if I look at her picture on face book, I cannot stop crying. I try not to imagine what she felt and what she must have suffered. I imagine how her mother, her father and her siblings must feel. Her friends and those who loved her. How do people who do such things feel if they feel at all? If they had thought about the pain they were causing to one girl and by default her family, would that have stopped them? Would they have hesitated and stopped their mad actions? Would they have stopped at the rape? Their lusts satiated, but no, they committed on her not only acts of such degradation, they went further and destroyed her chances of child bearing, her womanhood if she had survived their assault. In one way it can be said that this beautiful gentle girl has gone to Hashem and Hashem should mete out justice to these 'men'. It sits ill with me to call them that. They are not 'men'. Real men do not rape and violate women in this fashion. Real normal men do not do this. Real normal men do not even imagine doing this to others.
I cannot stop crying and I think to myself if we do not effect some real change in the world for better behaviour, then we are in for a rough time, everyone. They say when you cry, you are crying for yourself and it is true. You are. You cry because when another human being commits such an atrocity, it is as if you have been a party to it by the mere fact it is one of our species that has done this.
We must put a stop to it and join whole heartedly with the Indian people who are marching to stop this sort of violence against women. Whether it is in Europe, UK, USA, Australia or Asia - we must put an end to it. For the sake of the future of the human race, we must not allow this sort of behaviour to flourish. In any sane society.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Blessed are you G-D King of the World Who Gives the Rooster to understand the difference between day and night
B"H
This is one of the first brachot (blessings) we say in the morning. Why you might ask would we thank and bless Hashem for giving a rooster the understanding to herald the break of day after the night? On a very simple level it is an allegory for light and darkness and the eternal struggle between the two conflicting elements. If such a simple creature as a rooster can understand the difference between night and day and vice versa, how much more so can the human who is of a far superior intellect - an intellect that is more complex and rational as well as emotional, understand the fine lines between right and wrong.
Some of my blog posts are controversial and extremely confronting. They are meant to be. If it makes some people re examine their whole emotional and psychological paradigm and think about consequences of their life styles it is worthwhile.
Many people have and do call me ignorant and stupid. They have suggested all sorts of physical abuse should be coming my way in order to enforce their viewpoints as right. I find that very ironic and indeed a little frightening that such violence without reason be directed towards me and my son.
We have never threatened you or any person of gay or lesbian lifestyle. I find ironic that my lifestyle is so threatening to you. I, for one, find violence is an extremely simple and primitive response to any sort of stimuli.
No one has put forth a rational and well thought out argument for same sex marriage. It is all emotive BS. That descends into the depths of personal abuse and ad homenim attacks that do not argue rationally or coherently before the above.
If a rooster, an instinctive creature is aware of the of the exact boundary of day and night, how much more so should we not be tuned to what is appropriate behaviour and what is not.
This is one of the first brachot (blessings) we say in the morning. Why you might ask would we thank and bless Hashem for giving a rooster the understanding to herald the break of day after the night? On a very simple level it is an allegory for light and darkness and the eternal struggle between the two conflicting elements. If such a simple creature as a rooster can understand the difference between night and day and vice versa, how much more so can the human who is of a far superior intellect - an intellect that is more complex and rational as well as emotional, understand the fine lines between right and wrong.
Some of my blog posts are controversial and extremely confronting. They are meant to be. If it makes some people re examine their whole emotional and psychological paradigm and think about consequences of their life styles it is worthwhile.
Many people have and do call me ignorant and stupid. They have suggested all sorts of physical abuse should be coming my way in order to enforce their viewpoints as right. I find that very ironic and indeed a little frightening that such violence without reason be directed towards me and my son.
We have never threatened you or any person of gay or lesbian lifestyle. I find ironic that my lifestyle is so threatening to you. I, for one, find violence is an extremely simple and primitive response to any sort of stimuli.
No one has put forth a rational and well thought out argument for same sex marriage. It is all emotive BS. That descends into the depths of personal abuse and ad homenim attacks that do not argue rationally or coherently before the above.
If a rooster, an instinctive creature is aware of the of the exact boundary of day and night, how much more so should we not be tuned to what is appropriate behaviour and what is not.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Respecting Privacy of others
B'H
Recently I had a rather nasty surprise. A friend of mine had some posts of mine given to her by some people purporting to be my friends and 'concerned about me' and what I post on this blog. The fact that they had printed out great numbers of my posts was not what bothered me. If I put it on the net and discuss or debate issues, I am not ashamed of people reading it. They also said to her, 'See, this is the sort of person you are friends with.' That shows 'great love for me, NOT.' Already the connotation is negative and is a comment made by someone trying to denigrate not to be supportive or friendly. I have many friends who I may not necessarily agree with their views on everything and would I want to agree with everything my friends said or did? No, because if I wanted them to act exactly as I wanted, that means I rob them of their individuality and purpose in life which may be very different from my path or direction in life. See, I believe everyone is here for a purpose and it is to do good. My intentions are simply to discuss and debate what I consider are important social concerns in society and sometimes these are personal opinions and views and other times not so personal but general concerns. You the reader are always allowed to disagree with me. I used to love playing devil's advocate in my English classroom because how do students learn best? They learn by being inspired and moved to debate passionately, whether it is oral communication or through written communication and they learn to think. Not only do they learn to think deeply, but they learn to differentiate between fact and opinion and to understand consequences. There is so much emotive writing out there and people are openly manipulated and brainwashed into certain situations and to support certain causes these days. The same sex marriage debate is an ongoing example, of such brain washing and manipulation. We are led to believe that not to support same sex marriage is akin to 'abuse of gays and lesbians.' Well. I for one do not buy into that argument and will not. There are other people out there who also believe as I do and they keep very quiet because of the torrent of abuse that they will be subjected to if they dare speak out.
By the same token, I would not and do not support or advocate job discrimination, gender discrimination or any form of abuse of a homosexual person. They are people with feelings just like you and I, but I do not agree with their choice of life style. Simple. They want marriage rites, they need to live a lifestyle that is conducive to being a participant in that. If I was very jealous of all the Muslims having fun at the Hajji and circling the Black Rock in Saudi Arabia, I would have to take steps to become a Muslim. I am not, but that is an example. If I wanted to sacrifice to Buddha I have to become a Buddhist. Understood.
Now what shocked me, was not that this person or persons was obsessive enough to go and print out my posts on the Internet and give it to a close friend in an effort to denigrate or put me down in her eyes and the eyes of her family. It was actually quite flattering that I have moved a person enough to do such a thing.
What shocked me was that among those papers was a letter I wrote a few weeks ago to my son's teacher. It was on a word document on my laptop. It was not published in any shape or form what so ever by me on the Internet. I was actually very angry because for that to be given to a friend of mine is a gross invasion of my privacy and the privacy of my son. Some strange things have happened lately like the disappearance of my son's report card. I had to get a copy of the report. It was a photocopy. To be honest, in these days of Internet and wi fi technology it is possible probably to access my word files and I do know now that everything I do, my every key strokes on this laptop computer could be recorded by some individual who I see as rather obsessive and frankly dangerous. That really does not bother me, because I do have nothing to hide. However it is my privacy that has been invaded and that bothers me.
I can write on another computer with no access whatsoever to the Internet if I want to keep my affairs private and will probably do so now especially if I want to write some short stories and poems in the new goyishe year or write any more personal letters to a teacher of my son's concerning either his academic progress or other issues at school. For the person who did either put this on the net or maybe they have hacked my computer, it is sort of like living with some one's nose up your backside. It is actually quite disgusting.
I received some very freaky letters from a woman who I was previously friendly with, in June and July of this year. She accused me of being a pedophile, having mental problems, being a pervert and other quite crazy things. I did a radio show with this woman and I was actually shocked by the troppo nature of what she wrote to me and then accused me of being the ranter and the raver. At first I tried to defend myself and then could not waste time on it as I was dealing with some extremely frightening and upsetting personal issues.
Hashem gives us all trials for a reason. I know I am not a pedophile and have never been one, nor do I access pornography on the Internet or otherwise. I find even the idea of that sort of thing, extremely distasteful. Nor am I Satan in disguise. Although to some of my biological family I am, but that is simply anti semitism of the worst kind. That is them and not me. Yes, there are reasons why I have not been working which are rather complex and to be honest, I am trying to get into paid work and have been for many years. I am not lazy. I have studied Professional Writing and Editing and am doing another course - a Cert IV in TAE because I want paid work where I can utilise my skills.
This brings me back to an incident which happened many many years ago, where these two sisters abused me because they objected to me being Jewish around the time I finished my conversion, they objected to the fact that I was doing a degree in Secondary Teaching and were horrified that 'a disgusting person such as you' should not have been accepted into a course for teachers and in other words as I was told by the older of the sisters, 'you are better off dead. The way you treat your family and what you did.'
They obviously only knew part of the story and how they knew that I will never know. Maybe my mother rang one day and talked to one of them, who knows. But I know who I am and I do know that the image created about me among members of my biological family which is totally totally negative, serves only to reinforce their disgusting behaviour towards me. I understand why this is so. I went to therapy and understood that often in some families a person is picked to bear the brunt of the dysfunctional of the other family members. They become right in their eyes and the eyes of those they are close to by deriding and isolating another member of the family. Everything that person does is seen in a negative light or other connotations are put on it to the extent that a person's life is deliberately destroyed or prevented from flourishing in order to protect themselves from any scrutiny. They decoy and blame all the ills of a family on one member in order to make themselves right.
What horrifies me is that this person somehow has gained access to personal computer files and feels that they have a right to stick their noses into my life and indeed to set about destroying my life because that is what it is. If they really felt 'so concerned about me and my son' they would have approached me directly and spoken to me in person rather than go behind my back to friends and attempt to destroy my friendships of a long standing nature. That tells me immediately that something is very very wrong. That is sick behaviour. I do not attempt to destroy relationships between people and never have. People do make their own judgements on the character of a person, but to tell lies about someone and go around telling people that I am pedophile, a pornographer and other wacko statements, that is sick and someone out there must hate me a hell of a lot. That is their problem to deal with and if they continue to try and access my personal life, one day they are going to overstep the mark and they will find themselves in real trouble.
I have done nothing wrong and I am definitely not one of the above. I have been called a bigot and other terms by people who I believe have something to hide. They have the agenda, not me. I live my life as simply and honestly as I can despite the restrictions of not being employed at present. I do not intend to allow these sorts of people to spoil my life or that of my son's by their devious and horrid manipulations of others lives.
Recently I had a rather nasty surprise. A friend of mine had some posts of mine given to her by some people purporting to be my friends and 'concerned about me' and what I post on this blog. The fact that they had printed out great numbers of my posts was not what bothered me. If I put it on the net and discuss or debate issues, I am not ashamed of people reading it. They also said to her, 'See, this is the sort of person you are friends with.' That shows 'great love for me, NOT.' Already the connotation is negative and is a comment made by someone trying to denigrate not to be supportive or friendly. I have many friends who I may not necessarily agree with their views on everything and would I want to agree with everything my friends said or did? No, because if I wanted them to act exactly as I wanted, that means I rob them of their individuality and purpose in life which may be very different from my path or direction in life. See, I believe everyone is here for a purpose and it is to do good. My intentions are simply to discuss and debate what I consider are important social concerns in society and sometimes these are personal opinions and views and other times not so personal but general concerns. You the reader are always allowed to disagree with me. I used to love playing devil's advocate in my English classroom because how do students learn best? They learn by being inspired and moved to debate passionately, whether it is oral communication or through written communication and they learn to think. Not only do they learn to think deeply, but they learn to differentiate between fact and opinion and to understand consequences. There is so much emotive writing out there and people are openly manipulated and brainwashed into certain situations and to support certain causes these days. The same sex marriage debate is an ongoing example, of such brain washing and manipulation. We are led to believe that not to support same sex marriage is akin to 'abuse of gays and lesbians.' Well. I for one do not buy into that argument and will not. There are other people out there who also believe as I do and they keep very quiet because of the torrent of abuse that they will be subjected to if they dare speak out.
By the same token, I would not and do not support or advocate job discrimination, gender discrimination or any form of abuse of a homosexual person. They are people with feelings just like you and I, but I do not agree with their choice of life style. Simple. They want marriage rites, they need to live a lifestyle that is conducive to being a participant in that. If I was very jealous of all the Muslims having fun at the Hajji and circling the Black Rock in Saudi Arabia, I would have to take steps to become a Muslim. I am not, but that is an example. If I wanted to sacrifice to Buddha I have to become a Buddhist. Understood.
Now what shocked me, was not that this person or persons was obsessive enough to go and print out my posts on the Internet and give it to a close friend in an effort to denigrate or put me down in her eyes and the eyes of her family. It was actually quite flattering that I have moved a person enough to do such a thing.
What shocked me was that among those papers was a letter I wrote a few weeks ago to my son's teacher. It was on a word document on my laptop. It was not published in any shape or form what so ever by me on the Internet. I was actually very angry because for that to be given to a friend of mine is a gross invasion of my privacy and the privacy of my son. Some strange things have happened lately like the disappearance of my son's report card. I had to get a copy of the report. It was a photocopy. To be honest, in these days of Internet and wi fi technology it is possible probably to access my word files and I do know now that everything I do, my every key strokes on this laptop computer could be recorded by some individual who I see as rather obsessive and frankly dangerous. That really does not bother me, because I do have nothing to hide. However it is my privacy that has been invaded and that bothers me.
I can write on another computer with no access whatsoever to the Internet if I want to keep my affairs private and will probably do so now especially if I want to write some short stories and poems in the new goyishe year or write any more personal letters to a teacher of my son's concerning either his academic progress or other issues at school. For the person who did either put this on the net or maybe they have hacked my computer, it is sort of like living with some one's nose up your backside. It is actually quite disgusting.
I received some very freaky letters from a woman who I was previously friendly with, in June and July of this year. She accused me of being a pedophile, having mental problems, being a pervert and other quite crazy things. I did a radio show with this woman and I was actually shocked by the troppo nature of what she wrote to me and then accused me of being the ranter and the raver. At first I tried to defend myself and then could not waste time on it as I was dealing with some extremely frightening and upsetting personal issues.
Hashem gives us all trials for a reason. I know I am not a pedophile and have never been one, nor do I access pornography on the Internet or otherwise. I find even the idea of that sort of thing, extremely distasteful. Nor am I Satan in disguise. Although to some of my biological family I am, but that is simply anti semitism of the worst kind. That is them and not me. Yes, there are reasons why I have not been working which are rather complex and to be honest, I am trying to get into paid work and have been for many years. I am not lazy. I have studied Professional Writing and Editing and am doing another course - a Cert IV in TAE because I want paid work where I can utilise my skills.
This brings me back to an incident which happened many many years ago, where these two sisters abused me because they objected to me being Jewish around the time I finished my conversion, they objected to the fact that I was doing a degree in Secondary Teaching and were horrified that 'a disgusting person such as you' should not have been accepted into a course for teachers and in other words as I was told by the older of the sisters, 'you are better off dead. The way you treat your family and what you did.'
They obviously only knew part of the story and how they knew that I will never know. Maybe my mother rang one day and talked to one of them, who knows. But I know who I am and I do know that the image created about me among members of my biological family which is totally totally negative, serves only to reinforce their disgusting behaviour towards me. I understand why this is so. I went to therapy and understood that often in some families a person is picked to bear the brunt of the dysfunctional of the other family members. They become right in their eyes and the eyes of those they are close to by deriding and isolating another member of the family. Everything that person does is seen in a negative light or other connotations are put on it to the extent that a person's life is deliberately destroyed or prevented from flourishing in order to protect themselves from any scrutiny. They decoy and blame all the ills of a family on one member in order to make themselves right.
What horrifies me is that this person somehow has gained access to personal computer files and feels that they have a right to stick their noses into my life and indeed to set about destroying my life because that is what it is. If they really felt 'so concerned about me and my son' they would have approached me directly and spoken to me in person rather than go behind my back to friends and attempt to destroy my friendships of a long standing nature. That tells me immediately that something is very very wrong. That is sick behaviour. I do not attempt to destroy relationships between people and never have. People do make their own judgements on the character of a person, but to tell lies about someone and go around telling people that I am pedophile, a pornographer and other wacko statements, that is sick and someone out there must hate me a hell of a lot. That is their problem to deal with and if they continue to try and access my personal life, one day they are going to overstep the mark and they will find themselves in real trouble.
I have done nothing wrong and I am definitely not one of the above. I have been called a bigot and other terms by people who I believe have something to hide. They have the agenda, not me. I live my life as simply and honestly as I can despite the restrictions of not being employed at present. I do not intend to allow these sorts of people to spoil my life or that of my son's by their devious and horrid manipulations of others lives.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
A couple of great shuirim today at the summer learning program @ Yeshiva College
B'H
Every year there is a summer learning program at the Yeshiva College which I look forward to every year. This year I will probably only be able to make several days and not the whole program unfortunately. I have my Havrusa with an Adass lady a weekly basis when we study the weekly parsha and I would love to add another learning hour into my week if I could find some one to learn Chassidus with by phone at night. However, the learning that takes place starting on the 25th of December every year is something special. We get to experience the depth and breadth of the learning of many talented and special Rabbonim and rebbetzins.
Today the first shuir for the women was Taffy Aron talking about Facebook and intimacy. Unfortunately I missed some of it as I took longer with the goat milking this morning than I anticipated. What Taffy had to say about Facebook and how it is used in today's world and how it impacts on our perceptions of the world and our relationships with others was frightening and indeed what I heard gave much food for thought. His main point was the fact that people are sharing far too much of their personal life with others to the extent it has eroded our level of family privacy to such a degree that there is nothing left to share with a spouse or family. It is all out there on Facebook. Embarrassed laughter broke out when he gave the example of a woman announcing on Facebook that 'her waters had broken.' Even I, a normally very open person would not share that detail, thank you very much and maybe the person who did thought better of it later. In essence, his talk made me think very seriously about what I have previously shared on Facebook about relationships with my biological family and even personal details of my life that I should perhaps be sharing with a counselor or mentor about events that have impacted on my life and realistically I have thought that being alone for ten years has made me more open in one way to sharing details of my life and my child's life that I should not. I guess, what I am saying is sometimes you crave someone to bounce ideas off and it is not such a good idea as there are a lot of creepy people out there who can give you the wrong advice or advice that is in essence flawed.
The fact is that when you have a partner like a husband, you do your sharing with him and not on FaceBook. I have to say, on that level, having a partner makes your more private because what you are sharing has to impact on another person and you cannot share without checking with him and by the time you check, 'Oh dear, do you mind if I tell the world that I cooked us a nice vegie soup and made a tuna pie tonight?' the need for sharing has gone because you have shared it with him. I am of course, not going to tell the world that you hated my chicken with a plum sauce, but I will state that you loved my cholent with smoked bone and pumpkin.
I guess having a husband would be like having an in house censor/editor.When you are single, maybe you are more out there and more vulnerable.
What do you share on FaceBook? How do we use FaceBook and certainly we need to think about how our children are using FaceBook? FaceBook is the antithesis of being Jewishly correct and tznius on a very personal level. Certainly one should leave the relationship status of your FaceBook profile blank unless of course you are happily married and want to advertise it. I have never updated my profile status and would not, even if there was something to report. If I had dated in the last 10 years which I have not, it would be no one's business but mine and the other person's. I would not want anyone to know until I was engaged if that was to ever happen, then date set for nuptials. Nobody needs to know if you are dating, living with someone, breaking up with someone or getting together with someone. Taffy was spot on that this sort of thing is very counterproductive to intimacy and personal privacy.
Personally, I think FaceBook should be pretty much Adults Only sort of like sex. Yes, we know that there are children out there experimenting, but giving them sex education is not going to stop STD's, prevent teenage pregnancies or enhance and improve their relationships with the opposite sex. There is an age for sex between consenting adults and while it is preferable for two people to be blessed with the sanctity of a marriage ceremony before physical intimacy takes place, we live in an age where such things are viewed a lot more casually than they used to be.
I am of the opinion that we need to improve the level of intimacy between children and their parents to prevent the sorts of abuse that our children are potentially open to from strangers and even 'friends' on the net. We need to keep the channels of communication open at all times between our spouses and our children. I need not add, through medium like FaceBook or My Space. We need face to face human contact with friends and family from time to time. We need to sit and have coffee or brunch with mates that is between us and not others and not shared with others.
I moved to the country to preserve my sanity and the sanity of my child in a pure environment away from the corrupting influences of city life. I remember many years ago as a pretty stupid and naive young woman of 17 and a half, fresh out of six years of an all girls boarding school floundering in my dealing with the opposite sex and even with how to handle the bitchiness and falseness of relationships between women. I had no idea and when I got involved at 18 years of age with a 36 year old rather degenerate man in Melbourne far from home and having no idea how to conduct myself in the 'new age of freedom' I got some very rude shocks in my young life which marked me for quite some years and I would not wish what happened to me on anyone.
What this made me realise however is that those who believe that we can protect children by decreasing the age by which we educate them about sex, alcohol and drugs are living in a fools' paradise. you only have to look at the phenomena of schoolies week to see how futile that approach has been.
What we need to do is to educate and instill in young people a set of values that will allow them see illicit sex and drug or alcohol taking as undesirable and perhaps for them to realise the consequences of such before they try such behaviour. I remember being told as a young woman by a man that 'I like to test drive something before I buy it.' I had no answer for that kind of attitude in the 1970's. Today with the hindsight of experience, I would advise a young woman to tell any man who would say that to her,'Great you go out and buy yourself a second hand car if that is what you are after. I am not a bloody car and if I was I would be a customized model built for only one man and out of your price range.' Now I will have to wait until next lifetime to use that line. Worst luck. The price range I am talking about has nothing to do with monetary value though.
I think that a lot of young women today do suffer from low self esteem because of the looseness of the sexual values and lack of importance placed on physical intimacy with only one person. We were conned into seeing ourselves as free and that to make ourselves available was a good thing. It was very destructive to be so available to so many and many women today are realizing that cultivating friendships that are not based on physical intimacy is far more humanising for both men and women. Yes, there are people who do operate on a very physical level and there always will be those people who do so and they are quite happy to do so.
However, I personally feel a great sense of loss that I did not meet someone at eighteen or nineteen and marry and have that long term relationship with the one person and have children with them and perhaps I would have even been a grandmother several times over by now.
You cannot attain the level of intimacy in a short term relationship that you can with a relationship that has stood the test of time over say twenty, thirty or forty or even fifty plus years. The level of personal growth and understanding of the other person is there and even if you do not see it or are blind to it, it is always there for you and your spouse. It is up to the two people concerned to make sure that the relationship between them is kept alive and nurtured. A relationship is like a tree or even a very fragile baby animal. It needs constant attention and exclusive attention to thrive. Some relationships are hardy and will survive with minimum care and even the occasional cyclone or storm to batter it. However it is ideal that you do work through and maintain a relationship. Nothing should be left to chance. There is a saying that the couple that fight together, are more likely to stay together. It is in my extensive experience, the cold silences, the breakdown of communication, the separating of ways that destroys a relationship. If you can have a good fight now and then, it shows you are interested enough to struggle with what is uncomfortable in the relationship and to maintain it. It is like a car repair, if you do not care, that knocking will just get worst until the car completely breaks down. A person in a relationship does worry about the other, whether it is a friend or spouse. Friends of course, have to know when to step back and respect the intimacy of a friendship in different ways to a spouse. There are somethings and information that friends should never be privy to in a relationship. That is seen as very old fashioned in this day and age of open doors in all compartments of life, but if the building and home is to be preserved, we must close the doors on some areas of life and teach our children to do the same.
I want to end with a really shocking story. I was horrified to see the posts of a girl who is on my facebook and I have made the mother's friend aware of what I saw and unfortunately read on her Facebook. Apart from the fact, I am wondering how she got onto my account, she uses language that I know about but do not use and she talks about things that I as an adult would be extremely squeamish if any one I was friendly with spoke in that manner. To be honest, she was talking like some of the workers I used to take from their places of work to their homes. I used to do taxi driving at night. I used to try and knock off before four am. The brothels used to close down about then. Great fares although they used to be pretty disappointed to get me as a driver because they often used to offer to work off their fares with the male drivers. Me, they had to give cash as it was the only legal tender I accepted. A lot of them would go out to Noble Park and Dandenong or Cranbourne. Great fares, but they used to talk about their work on the way home and often I would feel like taking a very hot and long shower afterwards. It was actually really disgusting. Often I would feel close to throwing up and used the Ajax spray liberally on the back seats afterwards.
There are many facets of life out there that we are better not knowing about and working at setting our children on the right tracks in life that they do not fall into such paths. Education, education and more education is the only way. I thank G-D have worked to preserve my child's innocence and raise him in the paths of Torah, humanity and compassion. It is better that he does not have contact with children or adults who are exposed to sexual immorality, drug abuse and suspect values. It makes life hard and if it means living out in the country seven or eight kilometres from a small town and having his life controlled then so be it. I lived on a property until I was 11 and a half with only my two brothers and my parents. We rode our bikes to my grandmother's house eight miles away but that was the only other contact we had except for a workman's children and even those were kept at a distance. Then I went to boarding school. An all girls school. I will however not do what my parents did to me. I will endeavour to educate my son as to the pitfalls that may await him out there in the real world and endeavour to have him married as quickly as possible once he turns nineteen and has a suitable trade to support a wife and children. We have blurred the lines between right and wrong, between what is good and bad to the extent that we have created much unhappiness for the future generations because of an attitude of permissiveness.
Every year there is a summer learning program at the Yeshiva College which I look forward to every year. This year I will probably only be able to make several days and not the whole program unfortunately. I have my Havrusa with an Adass lady a weekly basis when we study the weekly parsha and I would love to add another learning hour into my week if I could find some one to learn Chassidus with by phone at night. However, the learning that takes place starting on the 25th of December every year is something special. We get to experience the depth and breadth of the learning of many talented and special Rabbonim and rebbetzins.
Today the first shuir for the women was Taffy Aron talking about Facebook and intimacy. Unfortunately I missed some of it as I took longer with the goat milking this morning than I anticipated. What Taffy had to say about Facebook and how it is used in today's world and how it impacts on our perceptions of the world and our relationships with others was frightening and indeed what I heard gave much food for thought. His main point was the fact that people are sharing far too much of their personal life with others to the extent it has eroded our level of family privacy to such a degree that there is nothing left to share with a spouse or family. It is all out there on Facebook. Embarrassed laughter broke out when he gave the example of a woman announcing on Facebook that 'her waters had broken.' Even I, a normally very open person would not share that detail, thank you very much and maybe the person who did thought better of it later. In essence, his talk made me think very seriously about what I have previously shared on Facebook about relationships with my biological family and even personal details of my life that I should perhaps be sharing with a counselor or mentor about events that have impacted on my life and realistically I have thought that being alone for ten years has made me more open in one way to sharing details of my life and my child's life that I should not. I guess, what I am saying is sometimes you crave someone to bounce ideas off and it is not such a good idea as there are a lot of creepy people out there who can give you the wrong advice or advice that is in essence flawed.
The fact is that when you have a partner like a husband, you do your sharing with him and not on FaceBook. I have to say, on that level, having a partner makes your more private because what you are sharing has to impact on another person and you cannot share without checking with him and by the time you check, 'Oh dear, do you mind if I tell the world that I cooked us a nice vegie soup and made a tuna pie tonight?' the need for sharing has gone because you have shared it with him. I am of course, not going to tell the world that you hated my chicken with a plum sauce, but I will state that you loved my cholent with smoked bone and pumpkin.
I guess having a husband would be like having an in house censor/editor.When you are single, maybe you are more out there and more vulnerable.
What do you share on FaceBook? How do we use FaceBook and certainly we need to think about how our children are using FaceBook? FaceBook is the antithesis of being Jewishly correct and tznius on a very personal level. Certainly one should leave the relationship status of your FaceBook profile blank unless of course you are happily married and want to advertise it. I have never updated my profile status and would not, even if there was something to report. If I had dated in the last 10 years which I have not, it would be no one's business but mine and the other person's. I would not want anyone to know until I was engaged if that was to ever happen, then date set for nuptials. Nobody needs to know if you are dating, living with someone, breaking up with someone or getting together with someone. Taffy was spot on that this sort of thing is very counterproductive to intimacy and personal privacy.
Personally, I think FaceBook should be pretty much Adults Only sort of like sex. Yes, we know that there are children out there experimenting, but giving them sex education is not going to stop STD's, prevent teenage pregnancies or enhance and improve their relationships with the opposite sex. There is an age for sex between consenting adults and while it is preferable for two people to be blessed with the sanctity of a marriage ceremony before physical intimacy takes place, we live in an age where such things are viewed a lot more casually than they used to be.
I am of the opinion that we need to improve the level of intimacy between children and their parents to prevent the sorts of abuse that our children are potentially open to from strangers and even 'friends' on the net. We need to keep the channels of communication open at all times between our spouses and our children. I need not add, through medium like FaceBook or My Space. We need face to face human contact with friends and family from time to time. We need to sit and have coffee or brunch with mates that is between us and not others and not shared with others.
I moved to the country to preserve my sanity and the sanity of my child in a pure environment away from the corrupting influences of city life. I remember many years ago as a pretty stupid and naive young woman of 17 and a half, fresh out of six years of an all girls boarding school floundering in my dealing with the opposite sex and even with how to handle the bitchiness and falseness of relationships between women. I had no idea and when I got involved at 18 years of age with a 36 year old rather degenerate man in Melbourne far from home and having no idea how to conduct myself in the 'new age of freedom' I got some very rude shocks in my young life which marked me for quite some years and I would not wish what happened to me on anyone.
What this made me realise however is that those who believe that we can protect children by decreasing the age by which we educate them about sex, alcohol and drugs are living in a fools' paradise. you only have to look at the phenomena of schoolies week to see how futile that approach has been.
What we need to do is to educate and instill in young people a set of values that will allow them see illicit sex and drug or alcohol taking as undesirable and perhaps for them to realise the consequences of such before they try such behaviour. I remember being told as a young woman by a man that 'I like to test drive something before I buy it.' I had no answer for that kind of attitude in the 1970's. Today with the hindsight of experience, I would advise a young woman to tell any man who would say that to her,'Great you go out and buy yourself a second hand car if that is what you are after. I am not a bloody car and if I was I would be a customized model built for only one man and out of your price range.' Now I will have to wait until next lifetime to use that line. Worst luck. The price range I am talking about has nothing to do with monetary value though.
I think that a lot of young women today do suffer from low self esteem because of the looseness of the sexual values and lack of importance placed on physical intimacy with only one person. We were conned into seeing ourselves as free and that to make ourselves available was a good thing. It was very destructive to be so available to so many and many women today are realizing that cultivating friendships that are not based on physical intimacy is far more humanising for both men and women. Yes, there are people who do operate on a very physical level and there always will be those people who do so and they are quite happy to do so.
However, I personally feel a great sense of loss that I did not meet someone at eighteen or nineteen and marry and have that long term relationship with the one person and have children with them and perhaps I would have even been a grandmother several times over by now.
You cannot attain the level of intimacy in a short term relationship that you can with a relationship that has stood the test of time over say twenty, thirty or forty or even fifty plus years. The level of personal growth and understanding of the other person is there and even if you do not see it or are blind to it, it is always there for you and your spouse. It is up to the two people concerned to make sure that the relationship between them is kept alive and nurtured. A relationship is like a tree or even a very fragile baby animal. It needs constant attention and exclusive attention to thrive. Some relationships are hardy and will survive with minimum care and even the occasional cyclone or storm to batter it. However it is ideal that you do work through and maintain a relationship. Nothing should be left to chance. There is a saying that the couple that fight together, are more likely to stay together. It is in my extensive experience, the cold silences, the breakdown of communication, the separating of ways that destroys a relationship. If you can have a good fight now and then, it shows you are interested enough to struggle with what is uncomfortable in the relationship and to maintain it. It is like a car repair, if you do not care, that knocking will just get worst until the car completely breaks down. A person in a relationship does worry about the other, whether it is a friend or spouse. Friends of course, have to know when to step back and respect the intimacy of a friendship in different ways to a spouse. There are somethings and information that friends should never be privy to in a relationship. That is seen as very old fashioned in this day and age of open doors in all compartments of life, but if the building and home is to be preserved, we must close the doors on some areas of life and teach our children to do the same.
I want to end with a really shocking story. I was horrified to see the posts of a girl who is on my facebook and I have made the mother's friend aware of what I saw and unfortunately read on her Facebook. Apart from the fact, I am wondering how she got onto my account, she uses language that I know about but do not use and she talks about things that I as an adult would be extremely squeamish if any one I was friendly with spoke in that manner. To be honest, she was talking like some of the workers I used to take from their places of work to their homes. I used to do taxi driving at night. I used to try and knock off before four am. The brothels used to close down about then. Great fares although they used to be pretty disappointed to get me as a driver because they often used to offer to work off their fares with the male drivers. Me, they had to give cash as it was the only legal tender I accepted. A lot of them would go out to Noble Park and Dandenong or Cranbourne. Great fares, but they used to talk about their work on the way home and often I would feel like taking a very hot and long shower afterwards. It was actually really disgusting. Often I would feel close to throwing up and used the Ajax spray liberally on the back seats afterwards.
There are many facets of life out there that we are better not knowing about and working at setting our children on the right tracks in life that they do not fall into such paths. Education, education and more education is the only way. I thank G-D have worked to preserve my child's innocence and raise him in the paths of Torah, humanity and compassion. It is better that he does not have contact with children or adults who are exposed to sexual immorality, drug abuse and suspect values. It makes life hard and if it means living out in the country seven or eight kilometres from a small town and having his life controlled then so be it. I lived on a property until I was 11 and a half with only my two brothers and my parents. We rode our bikes to my grandmother's house eight miles away but that was the only other contact we had except for a workman's children and even those were kept at a distance. Then I went to boarding school. An all girls school. I will however not do what my parents did to me. I will endeavour to educate my son as to the pitfalls that may await him out there in the real world and endeavour to have him married as quickly as possible once he turns nineteen and has a suitable trade to support a wife and children. We have blurred the lines between right and wrong, between what is good and bad to the extent that we have created much unhappiness for the future generations because of an attitude of permissiveness.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
The sad state of the family world
B'H
Family is a word that has many connotations lately. In the rush to 'modernise families' and the concept of 'family and make the term family more 'inclusive' we have forgotten the most important elements of what family should be. Family used to mean (back in the days of dinosaurs and stone age when I was a kid, just kidding) Mum and Dad and siblings as the immediate family and then there were uncles and aunts with cousins and also Grandparents. The idea you grew up with was that you would one day meet your soul mate or better half and marry and create another offshoot of your original family and strengthen the family tree and so forth down the generations.
Now family has taken on a more transient and superficial meaning for some and they want to normalise unions between two adults of the same sex having children and creating 'families'. Somehow it just doesn't have the same ring of stability and honesty that exists in the ideal hetrosexual and even the flawed hetrosexual marriages. Most marriages are flawed. They have to be because that is the idea that the couple work on themselves and refine and grow through the relationship and work together to create a stable family unit within which to rear children who are happy and well adjusted. There is a great sense of security and peace for a child to know that he has a mother and a father even if one or both of them is not the perfect mother or perfect father.
If you were to ask any child with 'two mothers' or 'two fathers' if they felt the same sense of rightness and security as a child with a mother and a father, despite what they had been brainwashed into saying by their same sex parents, I would bet that they would want to know who their biological father is one day in the case of a child raised by two lesbians and in the case of a child raised by two men, it would surely want to know who its mother was. Who was the person who carried him or her for nine months and then gave him or her over to be raised by two men? I will be honest enough to say I find that disgusting. I would not be so disgusted by say two uncles raising a child who was related to them, because that is the child's natural kin, but to have two men cohabitating and raising a child, especially a girl, there is something quite off about it. Perhaps the mother died and had brothers or whatever, but for two unrelated men to raise a child that is only biologically half theirs is perverse.
I do not care how much money they have or how 'good' a person they are, that is not the point. A child deserves a father and deserves a mother. Not only does a child deserve that, he or she is owed that and a lot more. He or she is owed love and affection, nurture and care and concern for his or her welfare.
Yes, there are plenty of hetrosexuals who have kids and have gotten it wrong. That does not make homosexual unions the best thing and something to supercede conventional marriages and hetrosexual unions.
In fact, just because you are a rich or well off lesbian or gay man, does not make you a good parent.
Family means creating bonds of real affection between people related by blood or not and sustained nurturing and meeting challenges day after day, week after week and year after year. There are enough challenges in this world without throwing a real clanger into the pot for a kid to deal with.
Ask me if I want to see a world where same sex marriage is normalised and I will tell you honestly no. If you think that allowing same sex marriage is going to bring more 'luv and peace' into the world, you are very wrong and very deluded. It will just confuse an already confused world even more.
Sitting down at night, eating dinner with Mum and Dad, how many people do it these days? Discussing the day, talking about important topics, going over issues that arose during the course of the day, resolving them and moving on to more issues etc,that is normal. Parents are a kid's safety net to normalcy and what happens when that safety net is warped and knotted up and the kid is constantly facing challenges that are overwhelming him or her because of the flawed family unit?
Family values, normal family values are our saftey net to a better stronger person. A person who can meet the world sure and secure in his or her beliefs and faith.
When my ex husband told me when I was four months pregnant with our child, that he had found someone else and that I would miscarry because I was too old to have a baby, I would not have survived without my faith in G-D and knowing that G-D would not have allowed me to carry my child if I was not destined to carry him. My will is now like iron tempered in the fire of grief. Nothing will break it. Once I have raised my son, I can bid this world farewell and go to eternal peace in the next world. But for now, I have a job to do and that is to help and raise my son to be a good person with derek aretz or to be a mentsch.
Family is a word that has many connotations lately. In the rush to 'modernise families' and the concept of 'family and make the term family more 'inclusive' we have forgotten the most important elements of what family should be. Family used to mean (back in the days of dinosaurs and stone age when I was a kid, just kidding) Mum and Dad and siblings as the immediate family and then there were uncles and aunts with cousins and also Grandparents. The idea you grew up with was that you would one day meet your soul mate or better half and marry and create another offshoot of your original family and strengthen the family tree and so forth down the generations.
Now family has taken on a more transient and superficial meaning for some and they want to normalise unions between two adults of the same sex having children and creating 'families'. Somehow it just doesn't have the same ring of stability and honesty that exists in the ideal hetrosexual and even the flawed hetrosexual marriages. Most marriages are flawed. They have to be because that is the idea that the couple work on themselves and refine and grow through the relationship and work together to create a stable family unit within which to rear children who are happy and well adjusted. There is a great sense of security and peace for a child to know that he has a mother and a father even if one or both of them is not the perfect mother or perfect father.
If you were to ask any child with 'two mothers' or 'two fathers' if they felt the same sense of rightness and security as a child with a mother and a father, despite what they had been brainwashed into saying by their same sex parents, I would bet that they would want to know who their biological father is one day in the case of a child raised by two lesbians and in the case of a child raised by two men, it would surely want to know who its mother was. Who was the person who carried him or her for nine months and then gave him or her over to be raised by two men? I will be honest enough to say I find that disgusting. I would not be so disgusted by say two uncles raising a child who was related to them, because that is the child's natural kin, but to have two men cohabitating and raising a child, especially a girl, there is something quite off about it. Perhaps the mother died and had brothers or whatever, but for two unrelated men to raise a child that is only biologically half theirs is perverse.
I do not care how much money they have or how 'good' a person they are, that is not the point. A child deserves a father and deserves a mother. Not only does a child deserve that, he or she is owed that and a lot more. He or she is owed love and affection, nurture and care and concern for his or her welfare.
Yes, there are plenty of hetrosexuals who have kids and have gotten it wrong. That does not make homosexual unions the best thing and something to supercede conventional marriages and hetrosexual unions.
In fact, just because you are a rich or well off lesbian or gay man, does not make you a good parent.
Family means creating bonds of real affection between people related by blood or not and sustained nurturing and meeting challenges day after day, week after week and year after year. There are enough challenges in this world without throwing a real clanger into the pot for a kid to deal with.
Ask me if I want to see a world where same sex marriage is normalised and I will tell you honestly no. If you think that allowing same sex marriage is going to bring more 'luv and peace' into the world, you are very wrong and very deluded. It will just confuse an already confused world even more.
Sitting down at night, eating dinner with Mum and Dad, how many people do it these days? Discussing the day, talking about important topics, going over issues that arose during the course of the day, resolving them and moving on to more issues etc,that is normal. Parents are a kid's safety net to normalcy and what happens when that safety net is warped and knotted up and the kid is constantly facing challenges that are overwhelming him or her because of the flawed family unit?
Family values, normal family values are our saftey net to a better stronger person. A person who can meet the world sure and secure in his or her beliefs and faith.
When my ex husband told me when I was four months pregnant with our child, that he had found someone else and that I would miscarry because I was too old to have a baby, I would not have survived without my faith in G-D and knowing that G-D would not have allowed me to carry my child if I was not destined to carry him. My will is now like iron tempered in the fire of grief. Nothing will break it. Once I have raised my son, I can bid this world farewell and go to eternal peace in the next world. But for now, I have a job to do and that is to help and raise my son to be a good person with derek aretz or to be a mentsch.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
ח. וַיֹּאמֶר פַּרְעֹה אֶל יַעֲקֹב כַּמָּה יְמֵי שְׁנֵי חַיֶּיךָ: 47And said Pharaoh to Ya'acov
B'H
And said Pharaoh to Ya'acov How many are the days of your life? ח. וַיֹּאמֶר פַּרְעֹה אֶל יַעֲקֹב כַּמָּה יְמֵי שְׁנֵי חַיֶּיךָ:
What is happening in this parsuk? Yosef brings his father Ya'acov who is at this time one hundred and thirty years of age to meet Pharaoh, the ruler of Egypt. It is a very emotional time for both Yosef and Ya'acov. The father and son have been separated for 22 years. Ya'acov is to spend 17 years in Egypt before he is niftar. He will be in the care of his son Yosef just as Yosef was in his father Ya'acov's care for the first 17 years of his life.
The question that Pharoah asks of Ya'acov is crude and unseemly for the ruler of a country to ask in conversation with an elderly man - father of his chief minister, second only to himself.
It indicates several things about the relationship between Yosef and the Pharaoh and how Pharaoh views those around him. We should remember the corruption of the morality of Egypt. They built great edifices to death and were obsessed with death. They had a crude understand of spirituality and life after death and indeed often when a Pharaoh died his favourite concubines, servants and wives were slaughtered and interred with him. The Pharaohs often married their sisters or half sisters, thus a lot of inbreeding and many of the Pharaohs showed physical signs of inbreeding with resulting genetic disorders. This has been studied by anthropologists.
http://news.nationalgeographic.com.au/news/2010/02/100216-king-tut-malaria-bones-inbred-tutankhamun/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fexN-ViwPZY
Even then there was a grossness about Egyptian culture and despite the extravagance and sophistication, it was a crude culture and one that lacked refinement. This statement by Pharaoh to the elderly patriarch of the Hebrews is rude and stupid. It shows Pharaoh to be either completely stupid or so arrogant and wrapped up in himself as a 'God King' that he forgets or does not feel it is appropriate for him to show respect to an elderly man who is the father of his chief minister. No wonder Yosef is appropriately clever in his dealings with the Pharaoh and even when bringing his brothers before Pharaoh, he brings the five 'weaker' ones of the eleven and cautions them to say that they are shepherds so that the 'Egyptians will distance themselves from the Hebrews'.
It must have been a very stressful occupation for Yosef to be the chief minister in Egypt where court intrigues were deadly and par for course. Many among the nobles and priest hood would have been extremely jealous of Yosef and one wonders if dealing with the treachery of his brothers stood him in good stead and helped to watch his back constantly.
The question also reveals Pharaoh's lack of subtlety and sophistication in dealing with his courtiers. In other words, he was probably quite stupid and easy to read or so arrogant that he did not care to see either Yosef or his family as the equals of the Royal family in Egypt. Yosef was a very clever and aware man, a person with great depth and understanding of people and the situations around him.
And said Pharaoh to Ya'acov How many are the days of your life? ח. וַיֹּאמֶר פַּרְעֹה אֶל יַעֲקֹב כַּמָּה יְמֵי שְׁנֵי חַיֶּיךָ:
What is happening in this parsuk? Yosef brings his father Ya'acov who is at this time one hundred and thirty years of age to meet Pharaoh, the ruler of Egypt. It is a very emotional time for both Yosef and Ya'acov. The father and son have been separated for 22 years. Ya'acov is to spend 17 years in Egypt before he is niftar. He will be in the care of his son Yosef just as Yosef was in his father Ya'acov's care for the first 17 years of his life.
The question that Pharoah asks of Ya'acov is crude and unseemly for the ruler of a country to ask in conversation with an elderly man - father of his chief minister, second only to himself.
It indicates several things about the relationship between Yosef and the Pharaoh and how Pharaoh views those around him. We should remember the corruption of the morality of Egypt. They built great edifices to death and were obsessed with death. They had a crude understand of spirituality and life after death and indeed often when a Pharaoh died his favourite concubines, servants and wives were slaughtered and interred with him. The Pharaohs often married their sisters or half sisters, thus a lot of inbreeding and many of the Pharaohs showed physical signs of inbreeding with resulting genetic disorders. This has been studied by anthropologists.
http://news.nationalgeographic.com.au/news/2010/02/100216-king-tut-malaria-bones-inbred-tutankhamun/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fexN-ViwPZY
Even then there was a grossness about Egyptian culture and despite the extravagance and sophistication, it was a crude culture and one that lacked refinement. This statement by Pharaoh to the elderly patriarch of the Hebrews is rude and stupid. It shows Pharaoh to be either completely stupid or so arrogant and wrapped up in himself as a 'God King' that he forgets or does not feel it is appropriate for him to show respect to an elderly man who is the father of his chief minister. No wonder Yosef is appropriately clever in his dealings with the Pharaoh and even when bringing his brothers before Pharaoh, he brings the five 'weaker' ones of the eleven and cautions them to say that they are shepherds so that the 'Egyptians will distance themselves from the Hebrews'.
It must have been a very stressful occupation for Yosef to be the chief minister in Egypt where court intrigues were deadly and par for course. Many among the nobles and priest hood would have been extremely jealous of Yosef and one wonders if dealing with the treachery of his brothers stood him in good stead and helped to watch his back constantly.
The question also reveals Pharaoh's lack of subtlety and sophistication in dealing with his courtiers. In other words, he was probably quite stupid and easy to read or so arrogant that he did not care to see either Yosef or his family as the equals of the Royal family in Egypt. Yosef was a very clever and aware man, a person with great depth and understanding of people and the situations around him.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Visiting the goat farm and our first Shabbat in the country and male goats could be a cure for homosexuality
B'h
This morning we went to visit a lovely couple who run a goat farm and the lady goat person checked out my milking technique and see that I am milking my goat properly and not pinching her teats. Turns out I was handling the teats too high and that was not good. I have to use two fingers and it is also meant to help my arthritis. I was also raising the matter of a shidduch for my Osnat.
We visited the boys in the buck pen to check out who might be a suitable match for her. She is fine boned and quite delicate so I do not want a heavy boned buck. The boys are quite smelly. They love to pish over their own faces and other bucks too, so they are very strong smelling. They all came over to have a look at the visitors. Nir declined to go in. He was scared of the little goats who ran after him and started to suck on his trousers and shirt. It freaked him out. He will get used to them. They are just very tame and friendly. She also has a couple of Alpachas in the herd to stop the wild dogs attacking the kids and the young goats. I keep ours in the house yard at night and after hearing what she had to say about the wild dogs, I will keep Osnat or Ossi for short, locked up at night in the pen next to the chook house.
There were some beautiful boys there. A couple with horns that are too old to bud and the others are polls or hornless goats. They are so sweet. I like Osnat who does have horns but I will get her kid budded as it makes for easier handling and milking. Horns can be quite dangerous.
The boys got very excited and some of them might be close to rut which means that they are feeling kind of sexy. One of the must have smelt my doe goat on my clothes as I had milked her and had just come from my milking observation with Rhonda's female goat so he came at me with his tongue popping in and out of his mouth and making a funny wup wup noise. He got a smack on the snout which still didn't quite deter him. I think if I was breeding goats, I would go into the buck pen with a plastic raincoat on. When they are in rut, they try and pish on you too. Stinks like anything and you do not run the boys with the girls when you are milking goats, because the stench enters the milk.
Come to think about it, being around billy goats and stroking their heads and faces, could be a cure for male homosexuality. A male couple who feel attracted to each other could each roll in the billy goat pish or allow the goat to spray them on a daily basis. they would then give each other a wide berth for the day. Any time they feel close to sinning with each other, they allow the billy to spray them. That should calm things down. I guess it would take about twenty one days. both males would begin to associate the attraction to a person of the same sex with billy goat pish and a bbbadddd, bbaddd smell. Then you take them to a luxuriously furnished room with a wonderful perfume wafting through the room and show them pictures of females who are appropriately clothed and nice looking girls. Every time you show a picture of a woman you make them eat a chocolate or a favourite food choice. You also must make an education program that will restore their sexual balance. So bad smells are associated with same sex attraction, good food, peaceful music and positive things.
I think there are a lot of people out there who see themselves as homosexual and they are simply conned into being gay by the bully boys and girls of the gay community and these people feel they have no choice,
Let's go and prepare for shabbat. It is a great day and I am looking forward to my first country shabbes. Pity we do not have guests. However it will happen.
Shabbat shalom and I want to get a bit more insight into Vayegash.
This morning we went to visit a lovely couple who run a goat farm and the lady goat person checked out my milking technique and see that I am milking my goat properly and not pinching her teats. Turns out I was handling the teats too high and that was not good. I have to use two fingers and it is also meant to help my arthritis. I was also raising the matter of a shidduch for my Osnat.
We visited the boys in the buck pen to check out who might be a suitable match for her. She is fine boned and quite delicate so I do not want a heavy boned buck. The boys are quite smelly. They love to pish over their own faces and other bucks too, so they are very strong smelling. They all came over to have a look at the visitors. Nir declined to go in. He was scared of the little goats who ran after him and started to suck on his trousers and shirt. It freaked him out. He will get used to them. They are just very tame and friendly. She also has a couple of Alpachas in the herd to stop the wild dogs attacking the kids and the young goats. I keep ours in the house yard at night and after hearing what she had to say about the wild dogs, I will keep Osnat or Ossi for short, locked up at night in the pen next to the chook house.
There were some beautiful boys there. A couple with horns that are too old to bud and the others are polls or hornless goats. They are so sweet. I like Osnat who does have horns but I will get her kid budded as it makes for easier handling and milking. Horns can be quite dangerous.
The boys got very excited and some of them might be close to rut which means that they are feeling kind of sexy. One of the must have smelt my doe goat on my clothes as I had milked her and had just come from my milking observation with Rhonda's female goat so he came at me with his tongue popping in and out of his mouth and making a funny wup wup noise. He got a smack on the snout which still didn't quite deter him. I think if I was breeding goats, I would go into the buck pen with a plastic raincoat on. When they are in rut, they try and pish on you too. Stinks like anything and you do not run the boys with the girls when you are milking goats, because the stench enters the milk.
Come to think about it, being around billy goats and stroking their heads and faces, could be a cure for male homosexuality. A male couple who feel attracted to each other could each roll in the billy goat pish or allow the goat to spray them on a daily basis. they would then give each other a wide berth for the day. Any time they feel close to sinning with each other, they allow the billy to spray them. That should calm things down. I guess it would take about twenty one days. both males would begin to associate the attraction to a person of the same sex with billy goat pish and a bbbadddd, bbaddd smell. Then you take them to a luxuriously furnished room with a wonderful perfume wafting through the room and show them pictures of females who are appropriately clothed and nice looking girls. Every time you show a picture of a woman you make them eat a chocolate or a favourite food choice. You also must make an education program that will restore their sexual balance. So bad smells are associated with same sex attraction, good food, peaceful music and positive things.
I think there are a lot of people out there who see themselves as homosexual and they are simply conned into being gay by the bully boys and girls of the gay community and these people feel they have no choice,
Let's go and prepare for shabbat. It is a great day and I am looking forward to my first country shabbes. Pity we do not have guests. However it will happen.
Shabbat shalom and I want to get a bit more insight into Vayegash.
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