Symptoms of Gullus…,

Another tirp I’m on. Is that we’ll never get out of this gullus.
The three things that got us out of Egypt.
We didn’t change our names, the way we dress or our language.
A) the first thing we did when leaving Europe was change our names.. makes me want to cry a little..
B) We no longer dress the same.
Right I know, we evolved… again. We changed the way we dress. Most girls just look like skanks and hos and the rest look like boxes. Not to say they didn’t dress a little risqué.. they did. But I mean way back in the day. Can you even draw me a picture? I have no concept of what people used to dress like. . shame.
C) this is a really had one for me to swallow, we no longer use biblical Hebrew. Not just verbally. Even the writing has changed? I want to learn that old school textual Hebrew.. need to find out where and how. But also, let’s focus here for a minute; if you know me, you know that’s hard. Here. We don’t know how to communicate. We don’t know how to talk to each other. Forget for a second, that we’ve been so scattered that we all speak a different tongue. Even the ones who do speak the same language cant talk to each other with out arguing about who’s rabbi has said what and the hetr we can get to get around it.. … it’s a sick sad world.


Other topics that I will be discussing in the future:
How much I hate the Rabbis.

Throw the bais din down the well.

Starting my own new religion seems to be the latest fad.

Kfira and It's side effects.