I am watching the evening news. Most of the time we’ve got something going on Friday night and I don’t get to see any of the three channels that give different variations of the same stories. But tonight I am recovering from having run myself into the ground yesterday and can’t doing anything but switch channels. Say we’re talking about how Netanyahu is trying to entice Kadima members away from Livni. One channel talks about Netanyahu’s lack of ethics, another at Livni’s vulnerability as a woman, another at the movement toward the right of the government. All are correct. But I would ask about the ethics of Mofaz as well. In fact I would ask about the ethics of the democratic system in the parliament: Livni is the only vibrant ideologist left to oppose Netanyahu, and perhaps she isn’t a powerful enough leader (after all her maneuver to remain in the opposition hasn’t given her additional strength) but her oppositional position was the one people voted for. She won the majority of the votes.

But enough of this kvetching. It is my fault for not getting involved in a major way in politics. In Israel it is very possible for an individual – or a group of individuals – to make a difference, and I have consistently backed down when I saw it was too much trouble.

 

When did it occur to me that tonight is Christmas? So much going on around here I only had time to breathe at 10 and only then realized it’s time to hang up my stocking. Santa’ll never have time to fill it. Well, Season’s Greetings and all that any way.

We were busy with an evening of Yiddish poetry – from Sutzkever to me. I only wish Sutzkever could be there, but he’s not in great shape now so only his daughter made it. But there was Rivka Bassman and Moshe Lempster and many more from here and abroad. The festival will go on for 2 more days in the municipal library. Longer than Christmas.

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