Wednesday, March 4, 2015

The Speech

Flooded… that’s the word to describe the “Web” regarding Bibi’s speech in Congress.  It also seems that you were either “Pro” or “Con” regarding not the “speech”, but rather the speech.
There is no doubt that Bibi is a tremendous orator. I think even Israel’s enemies are moved by his (or his speechwriters) words.  I myself are among those that take pride not only in those words, but that those words were spoken by the Prime Minister of Israel.
Many of Bibi’s detractors insisted that the speech had nothing new to offer, I agree.  The threat that Iran poses to Israel and the world is not new…in fact it is old news. That same ‘ole threat of destroying Jews...wiping Israel Off the Face of the Earth…really?  Scratched record.  It’s one of the reasons Israel exists; it is the reason many of us send ourselves and our children to serve in the IDF.  So, all you anti-Bibi folk, you are correct. Nothing new there.
I know, many of you reading this are already disturbed that I have yet to hail Bibi as the great hope to the free world…. Wait… Patience.
I have the privilege of traveling to the US quite often.  I meet with many diverse Jewish communities, and with many non-Jewish communities, people, politicians and so on.  I am able to look at the diversity and differences between not only those I meet, but also those in my own neighborhood… all of Israel.  I am also grateful that I have been raised in both countries, thus able to “speak” the language of both.
Bibi’s speech evoked tremendous pride in most Jews on both sides of the pond… yes…even those that claim to dislike Bibi.  The difference is in the reasons.
For many Diaspora Jews, Bibi represents Jewish strength, a Jewish leader who is standing up to yet another tyrant who wishes to destroy our people and erase Jewish presence from our land.  He represents (he really does) a Jewish country that today possesses an Army that is capable of not only defending itself, but can (if it wills it) protect Jews around the world.  He is a representative of one of the most advanced countries in the world, in many spheres… and it cannot be denied, a Jewish Country, and that also is a great source of pride.
And… so when the leader of Israel gets up, comes over to the US Congress, at their request, speaks up against one of the major threats to the Western world today, despite the fact that the US Admin snubs him… well, there will be swooning.
The term “hot” has been bestowed upon the Prime Minister of Israel… I mean, really. Does it get any better than that?
Lets face it…it was a great experience. He incorporated contemporary trendsTweets, Google, Game of Thrones…and age-old trends: Purim, Haman, Moses… Bibi is "with it," and this really P.O.’d his “competitors” and detractors…deal with it!
New? (not “nu”) What is “new” is that an Israeli leader stood up to major pressure, in public, not only from the White House, but also from what is perceived by many to be a major part of mainstream US Jewry today.  He did it eloquently, with class, and elegance…. He Bibi’d it as only Bibi can.
Many have viewed this as a political ploy, an electoral prop to get more seats in the upcoming Israeli elections… sure, that's not lacking, and guess what? I can guarantee you that it succeeded in at least keeping some votes and maybe even gaining a few… so what?  I think it shows character, and so do many, not just in Israel…all over the world.
But I digress….
I think what disturbed me most about this whole “megilla” is the continuing wedge that is being plunged into our people. - using and abusing the Congressional appearance as yet another tool to widen the gap not only between Israel and the United States, but also between our many of our own.  Turning a speech regarding a serious threat to Israel as yet another angle to cause dissention and animosity between “family” is disgusting.
Extremism has reared it head in the last decades and is still showing growth trends among various religions with increasing tendencies towards violence and lack of human rights (just sayin’). This same type of extremism seems to be growing also amongst political affiliations to the point where common sense and moral responsibility are becoming more and more blurry, and the thought of fraternizing with the “other” camp bordering on high treason. 
Pointing out this blatant, disregard and lack of appreciation of such a worldwide threat by the reigning US administration and bringing it into the limelight and public’s eye is what has truly upset the “anti- Bibi” rabble. (And the fact that it may help him in the elections, added an extra thorn in their side).
Standing up in the defense of the State of Israel and against the rising tide of Islamic terror and the subtle and not so subtle threats by the Democratic side of the coin is what the Republican Congress responded to.
Not backing down, despite subtle threats from the White House, the President's minions (the purple ones) and standing up for our country Israel is what Israelis are responding to.
Years ago we defeated our enemies by standing up to the odds, we have been doing this for some time now, and we will continue to do this…it’s what we do.
Sometimes you have to spin a grogger to be heard.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

What he said....

“I speak to them about what a settler is”… that’s what the guy said. So, I’m looking at this guy… US born, short beard, knitted Kippah on his head, lives in Gush Etzion, sort of what can be expected.  I continued to eavesdrop and the conversation continued… he went on to say that by coming out to his place in the Gush, they get to see a real “settlement” and “settlers”. He was very sincere about how he is a good example of a “settler”… Now I know a lot of you are getting all upset about the word “settler”, but chill for a bit.  A “real settler”… what the hell kind of statement is that? Its like saying a “real Jew”, or someone saying that they are a real New Yorker, Angelino, or whatever kind of narrow minded statement one may choose to make.

Honestly, having the nice guy hinting that he will show people what a “settler” is about kept me quite un-settled… and might I add, a bit pissed. 

Besides that, the diversity of the Jewish residents here in the ole’ country equals that of almost anywhere in the world.  I know that the New York Times, Al Jazeera and HaAretz like to portray the “settlers” in a pretty much stereo-typed visual of us all having large knitted kippahs, long “Payis” and wielding axes while chopping down trees or spray painting some stupid “tag” somewhere, but… nah, not the way it is.  Yes, we have those types too, actually not as many as you may think, but we, out here on the perimeter, come in all shapes, colors, sizes, religious affiliations, political opinions and genders. Long hair, short hair, Tattoos, piercing, all sorts of stuff.  No one mold can fit any of us.

I know that the many of us living out in yonder “Heartland” like to call ourselves “settlers” as does the pro/anti world, but that is not exclusive to the residents of Judea, Samaria, and many parts of Jerusalem!!! 

The former Security Chief of Kibbutz Nirrim (Gaza border), was killed in the last mortar barrage, his name is Zevick z”l, and he was/is my friend.  I just attended his “30” memorial service, unveiling, I believe it is called in english.  The Regional Council head in his “speech”, said how many like to think that the term “settler” and the “settler movement” only applies to those living over the “Green Line”, he went on to say that it is high time that all of Israel realize that the folk along the Gaza border are as much “settlers” as anybody else… including the Jewish residents of the Negev and the Galil, and yes Tel Aviv.  So there you have it, all of Israel are “settlers”.  

The Arabs have been saying this for years, most Jews just haven’t been paying attention.

So now that we have that settled, we can move on to the term “settler”… or not. 

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Southern Comfort by Jonathan Becker

This was written by my friend and neighbor Jonathan Becker

Yesterday, the first day of "Operation Protective Edge", I accompanied Marc Provisor down to the Gaza border to bring some much-needed medical/security gear to kibbutzim that are in the line of murderous rocket fire by Hamas and other Islamic "militants". These kibbutzim have, in some ways, fallen through the holes in the system: while their security teams co-ordinate all operations with the IDF, the IDF has "bigger fish to fry", and these teams often go without crucial equipment, from medical supplies to security gear, to simple things such as batteries and flashlights. Marc, and the One Israel Fund, is trying to fill this gap. From what i saw yesterday, he's doing a heck of a job.

Marc is my friend and neighbor. He lives two doors down from me in Shilo, a Jewish community in the Shomron (Samaria). Here, too, we know what it is like to "fall through the cracks" of large, cumbersome systems and bureaucracies in times of emergency. Marc moves fast and takes initiative, which is something desperately needed in these times. Two nights ago he posted a comment on Facebook that said "Anyone interested in helping me with an equipment run, send me a private message." I responded right away. I had some free time, I'd always wanted to accompany him on one of these trips, and anything was better than sitting at home reading the increasingly horrifying news of intensifying rocket fire from Gaza, and our response to it.

I got a first class ticket. Yesterday morning we threw some flak jackets and helmets into his jeep and headed out.

First stop was a small community outside the city of Ariel, where a jovial man named Ze'ev runs an operation that imports, collects and designs/packages medical equipment. Here i saw firsthand that Marc doesn't just collect donations and get this stuff to where it's needed. He is deeply involved with the actual design of the various forms of medical kits that One Israel Fund distributes. He was doing it right there in front of me, while Ze'ev was packing them. Making suggestions, throwing out ideas like confetti, bouncing them off Ze'ev as we put the gear together. This gear, while always in a state of development, is already fully functional, streamlined, and ready to go. All the ideas and suggestions were for next time. We packed the gear in the jeep and drove to Kibbutz Einat, just over the "green line" from Ariel, where we met up with Eiran (not "Iran", he explained to me, laughing) and packed the jeep with more gear. Tactical flashlights, vehicle-mounted floodlights, various forms of emergency lighting. A lot of light. We wanted to bring "light" to the embattled south of the country,, and Eiran was our man. We headed straight south from there, the jeep full of goodies.

The road to the Gaza border was as one might have expected: a lot of cars heading north, more and more the farther south we got. On our side of the road, by the time we got close to where we were headed, there were almost no cars going south, towards the dangerous areas where we were headed. We had the "pleasure" of stopping along with some of the other drivers on that road to head for a roadside bomb shelter when one of the frequent "color red" warnings was sounded. You have 15 seconds to stop the car and hit the shelter. People were taking it seriously but, as they say, "morale was high". The Jewish equivalent of "high fives" were exchanged after we heard the distant booms of Israeli returning fire, and we were on our way again.

At Re'im we met up with Guy, the regional coordinator between the IDF and the local security teams. He would be our guide for the rest of the trip. What can i tell you about Guy? He was a mensch, under a lot of pressure. He didn't know us from Adam. He just wanted to help, and that meant helping us help. He was doing his job. I could say all this and more about everyone we met yesterday.

Guy took us first to Kissufim, where we were met by the Rav Shatz (the local security honcho, hereafter referred to as "R"S") and, I guess, his deputy. They were both completely tricked out in military gear that would make readers of "Soldier of Fortune" drool. I've lived in the Shomron for twenty years, through all sorts of hellish military situations, (albeit as a civilian) and I’d never seen anything like it. Even Marc was a bit taken aback. "Probably just trying to impress us", he whispered to me.

As it turned out, that may have been true. But they were friendly, sincere, and clearly grateful that someone from "the outside" had come to show some solidarity with them. And yes, they were clearly quite competent. They weren't playing around.

The younger of the two was the actual R"S. He was in his twenties, named Sa'ar. He looked like a movie star. In more peaceful times, i would guess he was quite the "lady killer" around those parts. He was talkative, kind of puppy-like, even. It was hard not to like him. He had been born and raised down there, he told me proudly (as did everyone we met from this point on. He wanted to know who we were, where we were from, what we were doing exactly, what the mood was like in the rest of the country, in particular in the "settlements". I'm a conversationalist, so i kept him busy, with pleasure, while Marc attended to the business of distributing the gear we'd brought. 

We were taken to see a couple of recent rocket strikes, one on a chicken coop. While we were there we had to take cover from just such a strike. We heard (and felt) the boom, very close, and responding fire from the IDF. In those seconds, everyone locks into "professional" mode. As security guys, our new friends ordered me to shelter by a nearby cement wall, and as a civilian, i obeyed. There was no fear, just.... this is how it is down here right now, my friends. It was us, the soft-spoken fellow who owned the chicken coop, a curious bystander, Guy, the security guys, the IDF, and, a mile away, a huge, insane terrorist organization with thousands of fighters and missiles who were trying to kill us. That's just what it was. There was nothing to talk about. We said warm goodbye's, wishing them strength, and moved on.

Next was Ein HaShlosha, even closer to the Gaza border. Here we were met by Rami, who was very different from the R"S of Kissufim. An older man in his sixties, he'd been around the block a few times. He was wearing just a t-shirt with an Israeli patch sewed onto one arm. He carried only his sidearm, though his M-16 was in the front of his pickup truck, pointed right at me when i settled into the shotgun seat. I re-arranged it gently.

I was sitting in the front because Marc and Guy wanted me to get a good look at what we were going to see. They were old hands, they had already seen it. I am grateful to them. Rami gave us quite the tour of the kibbutz and the border. Recent rocket attack sites, one of them as yet unexploded, near which we got out of the truck and i took advantage of a shameless photo op. I later felt that my grin in the photo was inappropriately incongruous with what we were seeing and the general situation, but it was genuine. These men were not afraid. They were doing their jobs, and as anyone who's ever done an uncomfortable job knows, humor is key. There is generally no room for sad sacks. We were all joking around about this terrible situation. And that, in my opinion, is how it must be, in most cases.

Here, at Ein HaShlosha, I was also introduced to the awful idea of the "terror tunnels" up close. These are not just the regular tunnels for bringing weapons and goods in an out of Gaza. They are built, over many months, for a single use: for terrorists to "pop up" inside the kibbutz and randomly kill as many Jewish civilians as possible. The terrorists who are doing this know that they will be killed if they succeed. They know that the months of labor will lead only to one short, deadly encounter, and that the tunnel will be immediately destroyed afterwards. I found the idea of the blind hatred necessary to do such a thing to be even more unsettling than the rockets. I listened to Rami with even more respect as he described how the IDF would inform him of the existence of the tunnels, detected by sophisticated sensors, but not much else, until they were blown up before reaching their destination by the IDF. The destruction of one of these tunnels lead to the deaths, a few days ago, of seven Hamas "operatives" who were inside it hard at work at the time. Rami described his frustration at being able to do little for his friends and neighbors about these sophisticated and potentially deadly terror attempts, but also his admiration for the IDF who, while not keeping him "in the loop" as much as he would like, still managed to protect the kibbutz from such infiltration attempts. So far, and with God's help, he said. We could do little but give him the gear for his security team and wish him a hearty farewell. Still it was something. At the time it felt like a lot, actually. We shall see.

Next up: Kerem Shalom. We were greeted by the R"S, Ofer. Ofer had known of Marc and his work with One Israel Fund, and was the one who contacted him in the first place for help. Ofer was the reason we were there. He struck me as a good man in a tough situation, but about as close to the end of his rope as anyone I’d ever seen. His kibbutz had been among the hardest hit. He was, in fact, to be immediately (if temporarily) relieved as soon as we finished our visit there. Some kind souls had thrown down for a short "vacation" for him, they were sending him to a show in Tel Aviv. His teeth were on edge, his burden too large to bear. It was hard looking at him, frankly. He was very happy to see us, under the circumstances, and made us the best cup of Turkish coffee, Israeli Army-style, that I’ve had since...well, since the last time Marc made it for me.

Ofer's office had a collection of Kassem rocket fragments, which i found fascinating. Marc explained a bit about the workings of the big bastards while Ofer made the coffee. It was like a little museum of psychosis, there in Ofer's office. This is what happens when hatred meets steadfastness. It's not a comfortable place to be but yet again, i was moved and humbled by the sheer competence and self-sacrifice of those i proudly call "my people".

So: more gear distributed, more blessings exchanged, Ofer is off to a much deserved shower and a show in the big city, and we are off to Nirim.

 All the towns we've visited up to now are pretty much right on the Gaza border, and Nirim is no exception. Maybe even a bit closer. There is sadness here. The whole population was evacuated hours before we'd arrived. There was no one there except the R"S, Zevik, a few random stragglers, and a couple of Thai agricultural "foreign workers" who had apparently missed the evacuation and were waiting for another ride to take them to a safer part of the country.

Zevik's eyes were red from lack of sleep and stress. He was maybe in his fifties, t-shirt with Israeli flag patch, sidearm, big belly, easy laugh. But tired, very tired. He showed us around. Here, a rocket hit in the middle of a small park. Here, one exploded in a tree, showering a nearby house with shrapnel. I was struck by all the children's toys in the yard- bicycles, dolls, a miniature punching bag. I thought at first it might be a kindergarten. The occupants were "on vacation" along with everyone else. It felt like a ghost town. We stayed a bit longer with Zevik, schmoozing while we unloaded the gear. He was clearly very happy to get it, and even happier for the company. A lonely hero of Israel, guarding his turf, his neighbors more safely quartered elsewhere for the time being.

Again, warm goodbyes and blessings, and we were headed back up north. We stopped in Sderot for a felafel. The town felt, to me, determined. Skeleton crew. A few people stared at us curiously. Supposedly there are a lot of journalists based in Sderot right now, but they must have been somewhere else when we were there.

When we hit the road again for the long ride back to Shiloh, we didn't talk much. There was a lot to think about, and we were getting regular reports about how "the situation" was escalating in a big way. Terror attack from the sea. Missiles over Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. Call-up of forty thousand reserve soldiers. More booms. We saw the smoke rising from the Gaza strip. I wondered about what kind of people could possibly live over there and support what Hamas was doing. I wondered about how some of my friends wonder about how i could wonder. Marc was worried about his son in the army. I wasn't a tourist, we have been friends for over 20 years. We didn't feel the need to amuse each other. We knew we'd wake up tomorrow, God willing, on the same street, two doors down. We knew we had seen wonders and miracles and helped, even if in a small way, to bring a small people with big hearts a little bit more together at a tough time. That's just how it was. It's how it is, right now.

Monday, July 7, 2014

You say Tomato...

Many media outlets are carrying stories of how Israelis, both civilians and soldiers are calling for the revenge of the gruesome kidnapping and murder of three Jewish boys.  If that wasn’t enough, they are now screaming at Israel for the yet unsolved murder of an Arab boy in Jerusalem.

The Arabs constantly and consistently, with the major assistance of world media and the anti-Israel crew, harp about Jewish violent acts and vandalism directed against them.  Never mind that Arab violence and vandalism against Jewish targets far out weighs and out numbers the before mentioned.

The calls and shouts in Israel are for the most part not about revenge against “Arabs”, they are for calls to destroy terrorists and terrorism.  Many of these signs posted are simply and purposely mistranslated… where the word “Mechabael” is used, meaning terrorist, most media outlets translate it into “Arab”.

Now that in its own is interesting, how these progressive folk immediately translate and equate the word Terrorist to Arab, but that is an entirely different topic.

What we are witnessing is not an outbreak of racism, but a cry to our government, to our Prime Minister, to give us what is our simple right of having our country defend us, no more, no less.  Bibi and this government is failing, he has been failing as so many politicians do when it comes to standing up for our simple rights.  Our Southern region gets pummeled by rockets and all he can do is threaten that he will get the Security Cabinet together to drink mineral water and discuss what should we do… over and over again, and some aerial attacks against Hamas targets that have had no effect. 

Abu Mazen and Hamas join forces continue the same incitement against Jews, the same that for the last 20 years has led to the majority of murderous acts against the Jewish people, and he says “I don’t want to see you.  Jewish Farms in both the North and South are victimized by Arab marauders to the point where some have to close up shop and his Internal Security Minister along with the Chief of Police twiddle their thumbs. Jews traveling in Judea and Samaria are shot at, attacked by rocks and Molotov cocktails, ambushed, and yes at times killed, and he and his trusty Ministers do no more than hold meetings, while their General only employs the minimum needed procedures, barely accomplishing anything. 

Every time reserve soldiers are called up, ready to give the ultimate for our people, yet despite their motivation and dedication are then told that “not responding is strength”, and sit like dogs waiting for a scrap of leftovers. Every time you tell the Artillery teams to waste taxpayers money and bombard an empty field, and when you tell Security personnel, don’t fire until you have been hurt…. what do you think you are doing?  You are accomplishing more than any terrorist ever hopes to achieve, you are hurting the souls of this people who have built this land and stand for far more goodness that any of our neighbors.


These are not cries for revenge, these are not cries of racism, these are cries for help, these are cries of despair, these are the cries of a strong people being abused by their own government, in that, that the most of our leaders will do is to talk or respond by blowing up a corn field. These are cries of frustration
Imagine a father watching his children hurt before his own eyes, not being allowed or able to save and protect them.

If there is ever a reason for acts of violence being committed against Arabs, they come from the despair of not enough being done to maintain a civil existence. Vigilantism like in any society is for the most part the result of frustration.

Indeed the Arab world laughs at us.  They rocket us, Bibi says, you better watch out or I’m gonna…. and then he gives them a few days for an “ultimatum”, a which point they rocket us some more and then spin it like they are the good guys by stopping the attacks against us.

Arabs take to the streets and destroy their own areas, endanger countless people and our police lack the ability to keep order.

We saw a taste of real response for an unfortunate 18 days where due to innocent boys getting murdered, our children in the IDF went after the bad guys, and guess what, the Arabs knew that something might change. But they still stood their ground, because they knew that Israel’s leadership no longer places the security of our people to be paramount, that Israel’s leaders no longer trust themselves, or have confidence. They know that Israel’s leaders think that Israel’s security depends on having people on the outside say what a nice little country they have. That our security depends on the nations outside of Israel, who because of the lack of spine of our latest leaders, have started to toy with us and attempt to veer us down a path to our own demise.

We are not calling for revenge, we are demanding respect, we are demanding that our leaders act to keep our families safe.  That they stop using us to play with the world.

We are the strongest people in the world, we are ready to defend ourselves, our land, and our people, wherever they are.

We are ready to continue to better the world.

We demand that our government acts to keep Israel, all of Israel safe.  No more talking the talk, time to walk the walk.  Otherwise, exit…stage left.

Sunday, May 4, 2014


More and more lines are being drawn…many are also being crossed. In the last week two events occurred on opposite sides of the world regarding Israel that I find to be interesting.

I’ll start overseas…The “Conference of Presidents of Major Jewish Organizations” … the vote… admit J Street or not, that is the question.  The answer…No!  And now, all the folk that were upset by the results are in a tizzy.  The claims of the need to show the “diversity” of Jewish America seem to be their new battle cry.  Threats of “we’ll leave” if we don’t get our way, we’re going to start a new club, foot stomping, hair pulling, you know….a temper tantrum their expression.  A common denominator among most (not all) of the PO’d folk is that today they represent the spawning grounds of the biggest Jewish anti- Israel activists today.  Leaders in the BDS Movement, various “Justice for Palestine” movements, New Israel Fund offshoots, the list goes on, names and groups that the Arab League would be proud to call them their own.

Upsetting is the fact that these so-called “leaders” like to claim that they represent the entirety of the strains they call their flock.  I am so happy to see the growing numbers of Reform and Conservative Jews distance themselves from these impostors and stand by Israel even though in their own communities, their non-conformist love of Israel goes against the flow of the misinformed and manipulated and perverted views of their “Representatives”. 

Well, the J-Streeters and their cohorts have their work cut out for them in the near future.  They have to figure out how to be more anti and deceive others in the process.  Their challenge of fooling their own into thinking that they actually care more about Israel than our Arab enemies is going to take even more effort and New Israel Fund funding.  Like I said, if J Street, Americans for Peace Now, Union for Reform Judaism, the United Synagogue of Conservative Judaism and the others wish to form a new club, I am sure they will have all the Arab and Anti Israel backing and funding they need to make it a fun and PC place to be.  I welcome their Rebels into the Pro Israel camp… besides, it’s more fun on this side anyway.

And now to mesh it with the recent “David the Nachlawie” incident.  For those that are unaware, the “David” story is where a lone Nachal soldier, at a guard post in Hevron, after being properly taunted to the point that he felt his life was in danger did what any soldier should do, he cocked his rifle and aimed it towards what he felt was the threat…the NERVE!!!!! In the never ending saga of proving the we in Israel are ever so sorry for existing, his superiors felt that this is the last straw in what seems to be a line of his own bad behavior (though not connected), and his combat status should be revoked and that he should serve some jail time.  What was not expected was the outcry and support given to this soldier who simply followed procedure and acted as he should.  Soldiers both in reserves and enlisted, officers, both high an low, Government Ministers past and present, mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, all who serve our people and country came to David’s side in support.  The common denominator in this case, that we (as listed before) are sick and tired of our soldiers being spit upon, cursed, hurt and abused by those who seek our doom and happen to be supported by many of the same groups I mentioned at the beginning of this article.  This “David” saga will not end, it is only the beginning as our soldiers will start to stand up for themselves more and more, yes, even in front of the supplied cameras and will start to show the world what will happen to you if you mess with an Israeli soldier, who is doing his job. Watch it happen, it has already gotten the attention of the government here, and they are not sure how to handle it.  By the way, no political affiliation required for this one, just having a spine.

So, both events are actually connected in that they represent the basic premeditated divide and farce of said “open-minded”, “progressive”, and pro-diverse so called neo mainstream whatever Jewish groups…  If there is what to be upset about it is continuing to watch how so many of our people just do not get it, and prefer to be separate from our land and side with our enemies, whom they refuse to see who just who they really are and what they are really after.

I can only smile as they taste defeat, and only wish them continued double helpings, which we all can take part in serving them.

On this eve of our Holy Memorial Day, and our Day of Rebirth into the State of Israel, where we mourn and remember those whose lives were lost to our enemies, and those who dared and continue to put their lives out in front in order to protect not only their comrades but also our people and our land.  As we celebrate our State that despite having a healthy dose of challenges, continues to flourish better than almost anyone around, a place for our people, even if you disagree…

We are 66 years old, and that is just the beginning, so put that in your pipe and smoke it.