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MESSAGE TO BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA: March, 21, 2013: “Don’t Mess with MY land or MY People . . . ”. GOD

“Because the enemy has said of you, ‘Aha! The ancient heights have become our possession,’”’ 3 therefore prophesy, and say, ‘Thus says the Lord GOD: “Because they made you desolate and swallowed you up on every side, so that you became the possession of the rest of the nations, and you are taken up by the lips of talkers and slandered by the people”— 4 therefore, O mountains of Israel, hear the word of the Lord GOD! . . .
6 . . . “Behold, I have spoken in My jealousy and My fury, because you have borne the shame of the nations.” 7 Therefore thus says the Lord GOD: “I have raised My hand in an oath that surely the nations that are around you shall bear their own shame.”

Ezekiel 36:2-4; 6-7[1]

From a broken down limousine at arrival, to a potentially parasite-infected Magnolia tree as a gift (allegedly brought in without Israeli Agriculture Ministry approval), to Hamas rockets fired into Sderot[2], to a sandstorm preventing President Obama’s trip to the Christian holy sites, to a locust-plague in Egypt that Israel handily managed at the border . . . (eve of Passover) . . . the message is clear to all but the Obama Administration,CNN, MSNBC, NBC, ABC, CBS, BBC, CBC, Al Jazeera and the Unholy Alliance[3]. Obama’s 2013 visit to Israel was a diplomatic and personal disaster.

Weather plays havoc with final hours of Obama visit
Winds, dust clouds ground presidential choppers, lead to cancellation of formal airport farewell ceremony
By MATTI FRIEDMAN March 22, 2013, 1:54 pm

The arrival of inclement Middle East weather Friday disrupted the final hours of the visit to Israel and the West Bank by US President Barack Obama.
The air was filled with dust Friday morning and early afternoon, blown by strong winds. Visibility was minimal in and around Jerusalem, in the nearby West Bank area, and at Ben-Gurion Airport . . .
. . . Obama had planned to fly by helicopter from Bethlehem, his final stop, to the airport, but that proved impossible.
The Bethlehem visit was the Christian component of his Holy Land trip, and an element he was reluctant to cancel but in the end had to keep short.
The Prime Minister’s Office announced that the planned farewell ceremony at the airport would be canceled because of winds whipping the tarmac, and that a smaller ceremony would be held without the press.

The Times of Israel

Plague of locusts…


[1] Bible Gateway
[2] National Post – quoting Associated Press 13/03/21 7:38am est
[3] October 7, 2011 entry this blog: “. . . The Malignancy of the Unholy Alliance


Sderot Letter

Posted: August 4, 2011 in Israel, Sderot


December 23, 2007

Dear Brian [1]:

Great to hear from you and I’m honoured that we were dorm-mates at the Base [2]. You and Sam [3] Sr. were the best! You are so well-read. Discussing the ‘big issues’ is such a treat. I know you have a heart for HaShem and I really appreciated that. It was a real honor to serve with you. Maybe Aliyah is in your future ? ? ? ? ? ?

Sderot: yes I got down there. I could not get accommodation until I had already returned to Ashkelon and by then it was too late. Town of 20,000, “no hotels no B&B’s, no informal accommodation” ? I think not. Israelis were afraid I would get injured not knowing that it would be my honor if I were. They have withstood a lonely siege and I would have loved to stand with them.

I met a female police officer in Ashkelon (she lived in Sderot) and she told me there was no accommodation and that even the local Kibbutz was just a “maybe”. I think that no one wanted responsibility for a visitor who might be injured. So, I got the last room on Thursday night at the Holiday Inn in Ashkelon and headed in on Friday morning, Nefar (the IDF Madrichot) was going to see if she could make family arrangements for me but I did not hear from her in time.

It is a wonderful little city, clean and well organized with parks and memorials and mid-sized malls. The policewoman had told me to get off the bus at the police station and that I could see some unexploded Qassam rockets leaning against a wall there. I indeed did and walked into town. When I stopped at a convenience store, I got patted on the back and greeted warmly as people found out who I was and why I as there (‘Mashuginah Goy’ [4]).

I had run out of disposable cameras so went looking to buy some. I also (as a joke) bought about 30 box knives to leave in my warehouse because the ones they were using got lost or damaged and I was ‘hassled’ for it. So I took a bubble-pack of them to Linoy and to Ephraim at the base. They got a good laugh out of my sarcasm and I modestly contributed to the economy of Sderot.

The people were tense but stoic and life carried on. There was no sound of laughter or music.

At the beautiful mall hardware store I asked where I could purchase cameras but no one spoke English. A family followed me out of the store and they were ‘Oleh’[5] from Chicago and the wife and daughter spoke English. They gave me directions to a camera store and I immediately got lost. There was no sign of bomb damage nor shelters but I couldn’t read the signs.

I was told that they get 20 seconds warning from the air raid sirens and have to be under cover. Many mothers have stopped driving their children around because that is not enough time with many children, to assure everyone’s safety. Qassams came in 2 days before and 2 days after my visit largely because the IDF had made a minimal strike into Gaza to ‘hammer’ the rocket-batteries.

Lost, I ran into the family from Chicago again and they took me to a camera shop where I bought 3 cameras. I ventured to ask them about the attacks and they took me to a side-street I had passed where there was a section of street not black-topped. They said the alarm had not gone off and a woman’s car took a direct hit. The shrapnel Hamas put in the bomb (to exact maximum civilian casualties) had shredded the street. The IDF come in, test for unexploded materials, dig out and fill in the crater and repair and paint the street so (like me) no one would know it hit there. The “restoration” psychology is powerful.

The Chicago woman’s brother-in-law and wife spoke no English but he had a broken thumb in a cast and a bruised and swollen lip and mouth. I asked the woman: “. . . Qassam ? ? ? ? ?” and she replied: “no,. . . stupidity. . .!” We all laughed including him. They all had moved out of town.

I went to a restaurant and ordered a large meal I did not need and after repeatedly being told that there was no available accommodation, I went back to the Police Station bus stop – cognizant that Shabbat was coming and not wanting to get stuck by a ‘preparation’ shut-down. Standing at the stop was what I understand to be an orthodox Kibbutz-nik. In 30 degree Celsius weather, she was dressed all in black with a velvet-looking skirt down to her shoes. She wore a black ‘tam’ and I assumed that she was waiting for my bus. A modern tourist-type bus came and her cute little 4 or 5 year old boy got off and she hugged and kissed him with such pleasure, it made me smile. I said “Ashkelon. . . ?” to the driver and he said no and drove off. I waited over an hour.

The bus never came so I tried to make myself understood to a man on the street who looked like the manager of an apartment block across the street. He hailed a taxi with a chain-smoking Turk who gave me a good price to Ashkelon. In the meantime, Holiday Inn had called and said there was a room in Ashkelon, so I took it.

On the way out, I looked across the western Negev landscape to see a side-road with a flat-bed tractor trailer barreling down in a cloud of dist with an IDF Merkava Main Battle Tank as its load.

Ashkelon was a Qassam-target as well over the past years and especially the power plants nearby. But instead I had the pleasure of warm Mediterranean swims and long beautiful beaches with the surf caressing my ears all night long. Those were my 2 nights of luxury in the Army. Looking out my hotel window with binoculars early Shabbat morning I caught a glimpse of kayakers out to sea. They were (I assume) training ‘Seals’ (shy-et-et) heading out into the Mediterranean at full speed and their commander was so fit that he was able to encircle them, (obviously barking out orders) and able to keep up. A Blackhawk helicopter orbited nearby.

I headed back to Tel Aviv next day so I would not be caught late for the Sunday morning muster at the bus station.

The Captain of flight operations had us to a reception at his home; volunteers were giving their impressions of Sar-El. I remained quiet but was asked by ‘Sam Senior’ to give a “newcomer’s” (he really meant ‘Goy’s’) perspective. I reported that it was stunning to be able to assist this ‘miracle’ armed-service in this ‘miracle’ nation that should not exist. Then Michal (the Madricot) broke in and mentioned that I had gone to Sderot and I was given an applause. Unbelievable ! I nearly wept.

Anyway Brian, that’s the story and I know you would have been in Sderot with me had you not had to leave. We might have been able to find accommodation with your Hebrew language skills. But by God’s Grace, maybe next time.

Blessings my brother,
Shalom, Shalom,



[1] Jewish-American pharmacist from Miami, wanted to accompany me to Sderot but had to leave Israel before it could be arranged.
[2] C-130 Hercules Air force Base, Tel Aviv which has been moved to the Negev.
[3] 86 year old American-Jewish air-conveyance design engineer who served as a C-47 flight engineer during WWII. Full head of pure white hair and beard, intelligent, affable, loveable, with a spectacular sense of humour.
[4] “translated: ‘crazy gentile’” – it was Sam who endearingly gave me that label
[5] Oleh are those Israelis, born abroad that become Israeli citizens

15 Seconds

Posted: July 30, 2011 in Israel, Sderot

Please watch this youtube video called 15 Seconds To Hide From Rockets .


. . .you live in a lovely desert town like Carlsbad, New Mexico[1]. You are very near an international border. You live in a comfortable Mediterranean-style white, cement house with tile roof. Nearby is a large mall built around a building-supply and hardware store. The mall is complete with restaurants, specialty shops and down the small streets which adjoin it you see Arab restaurants and dry-good stores.

It’s a school day, but unlike Carlsbad your heart quickens and eventually pounds in your chest as you load the kids into the car. Suddenly the air-raid siren begins to wail, just as you had feared. It has happened a thousand times before. The infant begins to shriek; the kids’ faces are etched with terror: they remember what happened last time.

It is not Carlsbad, New Mexico, it is Sderot on Israel’s western Negev. You have 15 seconds! The older children know the drill. They wait for you to unlock the door to the house. At least this time you were not half-way to the school and trying desperately to re-direct the car to the nearest shelter. The baby is screaming more loudly now but the older ones just ‘run the drill’. Down the hall, open the home-bomb-shelter door. . . three, two. . . pull the door shut. . . a chest-collapsing explosion and the flesh-shredding rain of shrapnel (ball-bearings, nuts, bolts, scrap-metal).

In Carlsbad, the sun begins to get more intense as you drive the kids down the streets flowing with parents and school-children. There is the sound of kids shouting and the sight of them running down the streets past houses that had been there for 100 years.

The sound of the Mogen David Adom ambulances began to scream. The baby has exhausted itself crying and the wide-eyes of your boy and girl search your eyes for reason to calm. There isn’t any. Outside the bomb-shelter door you don’t know what you’ll find. Did it hit our house? It didn’t feel like it. Was it close enough that our windows shattered and there will be a clean-up job and danger from the glass and debris. Were any of our neighbours killed? Were any of them children?

Arriving at the school in Carlsbad, the kids erupt from the line of car doors after kissing Mom and joyfully join friends heading for the front door of the schoolhouse as the teacher presides over a roughly-orderly entry. The class-bell rings and the rivulets of youthful humanity flow into the classrooms and drain the hallway into silence.

Twisted rebar, dust and the smell of explosives greet those that emerge from the shelters. Today there is no large fire: just a pool of blood on the sidewalk and a splattering against the house wall. The grieving wail of a daughter over an elderly mother is drowned by the wail of a departing ambulance. This was to be the first of 3 rockets this day; daily-life shattered every few hours. Why? Because they’re Jews. They have no oil.

Sderot Police Station: vestiges of Qassam and Katyusha rockets

“Qassam’s are notoriously inaccurate. . .” the international press say. . .“only 13 Jews have been killed (the international press say…) but 10,000 rockets and mortars were not designed to miss. “They are just home-made devices” (the international press would say…) indeed, but if YOUR kids were being sniped at in the schoolyard by a psychopath with a home-made gun who was a poor marksman, would you be un-concerned? The world is indeed, unconcerned. Jewish blood has been cheap for 2500 years.

There are many American cities of 20,000 people near the Mexican border that could have been chosen and many might have been better for comparison. But the issue is that no other nation on earth would have endured what Israel has endured. But the international ‘knife’ is at its throat. Till Operation Cast Lead [2] was executed Sderot was abandoned by their national government, the international (so-called) community, the New York City Dictators Club, and most of their brothers and sisters in the Jewish Diaspora. They saw neighbours flee and neighbours stay. They saw their families and friends injured, killed, maimed or traumatized to the point where over a 60% of the population would be requiring PTSD treatment for the rest of their lives. In the meantime they saw European and North American development aide flow into the hands of a newly-democratically-elected terrorist authority in Gaza. Those who were tormenting them were being rewarded.

Rocket on display

In towns like Carlsbad the mothers worry about their husbands being laid off work. In Sderot, the mothers worry about their husband being blown to pieces in a rocket attack. In Carlsbad mothers worry about their children being victim of predators on the internet. In Sderot mothers worry about their children being shredded by ball-bearings from a Qassam. In Carlsbad mothers worry about their friends getting a divorce. In Sderot it is worry that their friend’s mangled body will be found on the street – blown to pieces. After Cast Lead, did the rockets stop? No!

No poignant two-hour documentaries or Hollywood films have been made to portray the terror, the grief, the lost limbs, the lost eyes, the traumatized children, the resulting poverty and the hopelessness for those who could not afford to leave. Most soul-crushing of all is the disgusting realization that in the Gazan communities, celebrations were being held and candy given to children to celebrate your death, pain and disfigurement.

Christian film makers and productions like With God on our Side or Little Town of Bethlehem find it difficult to identify with Jews. Beside, they would be persecuted, risk injury and death and lose much of their funding if they did. NOT GOOD BUSINESS!

So just as the conservative Israeli’s said: “Give up Gaza unilaterally and you will turn it into a terrorist training camp and rocket-launching pad.” But the American government and the NYC Dictator’s Club predicted peace and as with the 8 other empty promises of course, things got worse for the Jews.

Mall in Sderot

This pretty little Israeli town has been under siege since 2001 and heroes and heroines have been putting their lives on the line to save it. A few people cared. Arcadi Gaydamak [3], the Israeli Airline El Al, Mogen David Adom and numerous Jewish relief agencies did what they could but in reality. . . in the larger scheme of international affairs and especially at the NYC Dictators club, Sderot is of NO significance. They have no oil.



[2] Israeli Defense Force 2009 incursion into Gaza to stop the rocket attacks on the Negev and the hundreds of tunnels bringing a constant flow of arms into Gaza from Egypt.

[3] A Russian billionaire who gave the beleaguered children of Sderot a much-needed reprieve from the terror. Sderot has had waves of immigration that included Kurdish, Persian and most recently Russian-Jewish immigration.


Posted: July 28, 2011 in Israel, Sderot

Please watch this youtube video.

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