Allison, Don & Noah discuss three topics of incomparable importance and end with an anecdote about something in Israel that made them smile this week.
Alt-Zionism
We discuss White-Supremacist claims that their dreams of an “ethno-state” is “very similar to the idea of Zionism,” and why lots of folks on the right and the left seem to agree, leading us to wonder if it is time to slit our wrists.
Schools, Cool & Uncool: An Education Rumination
We mull over what should be done when parents band together to build their own school, with its own ideology, and then ask the taxpayers to foot the bill.
The curious incident of the weed vaped in the night-time
We ask whether the weird political coalition that supports decriminalization of pot hints that maybe we don’t really understand Israeli politics after all.
Music by Yair Levi, who just crowdfunded his first album, and these are the very first fruit!
Ten Li (with Anat Malamud)
Menagen (with Arcady Duchin)
Emunah
Shuv Linshom
Just wanted to first thank Don for sending me the link to your show — I don’t listen to it right away usually (I’m about a week behind at this point), but listen to it when I find a spare hour at some point during the week. It doesn’t matter whether I agree or not about anything you guys have to say — it’s intelligent, entertaining, and fills in the gaps for stuff I’m not necessarily paying attention to.
In response to Noah’s customs experience, in my experiences at returning to Israel, I found the best time to be ignored by customs officials is Erev Yom Kippur. A couple of years ago I had to fly out to Vancover on Motzei Rosh Hashanah and return Erev Yom Kippur — with large bags of full of gifts for my kids in one of my hands. These were toys that because of customs charges are almost 50% less expensive outside of Israel. I was sure I’d be asked to open the bags and be made to pay a fee. Being that it was the last flight into the airport before Yom Kippur, it looked like the airport officials were counting the seconds until they could flee to get home, and so I was totally ignored. The nonchalant look that I put on my face was superfluous — and my kids happily played with their new Lego sets for the duration of Yom Kippur.