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The Election Everyone Lost |
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using that very same weapon - against Jewish civilian areas inside Israel.
Olmert's only countermeasure to date has been to suggest that Israeli
workers within missile range of Gaza not congregate together in groups.
The main item on the agenda of the new government will be battling Hamas
and its affiliates. Now that Israeli forces have been ordered out of the
Gaza Strip, nothing stands in the way of Hamas importing state-of-the-art
weaponry into the area. From there, it will be easy to move these into the
West Bank via the "safe corridor" Israel is obliged to provide the
Palestinians. Olmert was elected in great measure by positioning himself
in the political "center" - that wide no-man's-land located between
appeasing and warring against the Palestinians. It remains to be seen how
long he will be able to occupy this nebulous ground once the Kassams and
the Katyushas start landing in neighborhoods adjacent to Jerusalem and Tel
Aviv. |
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On Ants, Grasshoppers, and Safety Nets. By Ilil Arbel, Ph.D. I do not think highly of this ant. Never did. Ever since I read this sanctimonious fable, I had my issues with the ant. This is how it goes, in case you forgot. The ant was finalizing the preparation of the enormous amount of grain she had collected for the winter. Granted, it was not just for her, she shared it with other ants, but let’s face it, the other ants must have horded just as much grain. If you check the real natural history books, there was plenty there for three winters. It was a cold fall day, and the grasshopper, as he passed by, did not look happy. In fact, even though grasshoppers are extremely handsome fellows, much better looking than the ants, this particular grasshopper was disheveled, tired, and a bit in panic. He looked at the enormous heap of grain, and visibly cheered up. “Would you kindly let me have some grains for the winter, madam? I have nothing and I am hungry already.” He said that very politely, since the grasshopper is a real gentleman, and of a rather aristocratic bent. The ant looked up from her labors, mildly irritated by the interruption. “What have you been doing all summer?” She asked in her high-pitched, impatient voice. “Why didn’t you collect grain?” “I was too busy singing, madam,” said the grasshopper. He could have added, but did not, that he was a true musician, and that his singing entertained the ants the entire summer, every time they took a break from their endless toil. But he was much too well mannered to point out how boring the ants’ lives seemed to him. The ant did not seem to recollect any of it on her own. “Indeed. You were too busy singing. Just so. You know what? I would say that the best thing you can do in winter, then, is dance.” And she turned away from the grasshopper to join the other ants. This is how Aesop finishes the scenario. I’d like to think that the handsome grasshopper was not too discouraged by the cruel ant, had better luck with kinder creatures, and got himself set up for the winter in someone’s nice and warm nest, where he could practice his songs for next summer and make everyone happy all year round. Nevertheless, this is just my personal fantasy, and the classical fable symbolizes to me the cruelty of our capitalistic society, which has created the idiotic myth of all those millions of rugged individualists, male and female, pulling their weight, never relying on anyone’s help, striving, making it to the top. Mix this myth with an empty-headed evangelical religion that tells you that life on earth is nothing and you must base your hopes on everlasting joy in Heaven, no matter how much you suffer in the here and now, and you have got yourself a merciless, heartless, soulless society who has forgotten ethics, humanism, and clear reason. On the other hand, let’s leave God out of it. God can very well take care of herself, and the prophet Jeremiah once mentioned casually that She prefers kindness between humans to burnt offerings. Jeremiah knew. Let’s get back to social conditions. Some years ago, around 1993, all my clients began to die.
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Either computers killed their business, or the economy, or the new tax on overstocks, or whatever, and publishing as a business was in a very bad way. Some of my favorite editors actually passed away, some retired. When that happens, the new editor usually prefers his or her own “stable” and the previous gang is dropped. New clients were not knocking on my door. Asking among my friends and professional acquaintance, I heard the same story from many. No work in publishing. Nothing. And here I was, with no other skills. My computer expertise was zero. I could do word-processing, but not fast enough to get a job. My office skills were zero. I had no clue of how to even use the big copy machines, let alone make discreet travel reservations for the boss and his current girlfriend. To add to my woes, I was also a single mother with a young son and not too impressive child support. I was living in NJ at the time, in a suburban two family home, and could not drive, so my only choice was to do something in Manhattan, only half an hour away on the bus, if I managed to get the express. In absolute terror I went to an employment agency, bringing with me a truly useless resume and wearing what I thought was a business suit. There, I explained my situation to the woman, and asked for advice. I got it – I was to go and take expensive computer courses. That would make me eligible to receive a starvation salary in some office, which is really all I could hope for. So I went to one computer course after another, paying by piling debt over debt on my groaning credit cards that had nearly reached the limits, since I had to do the same with my rent. My landlady was not one to wait a single day for what was her due. Most of these courses were useless, but I did improve my word processing sufficiently to get a one-day job as a telephone receptionist, using a system I did not know. Don’t ask. This was at the financial house of Bear Stern, where I sat through the day listening to jokes that were really racial slurs, had a crumpled piece of paper literally thrown in my face by a budding politician whose name I mercifully forgot, and trying not to panic. A couple of other temporary jobs, one day at a time, followed. Eventually I found an honest agency that got me a temporary job answering telephones in Blue Cross. This lasted three months and allowed me to recover from my panic. I worked there through a very snowy and tough winter, and I trudged through the blizzards back and forth from Port Authority to 33rd Street in Manhattan, quite a distance, happily enough since I was being paid. Of course, the fact that my NJ landlady was willing to put my son and myself in the street because I was late paying eight hundred dollars did not improve my mood any further, but it did push me to make the effort and somehow we managed to get back to Manhattan. A day of joy. When the Blue Cross job was over, I had sufficient faith in my customer service and telemarketing skills to find a job answering phones in a dental insurance company, again for a starvation salary, where I stayed for a couple of years.
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Then I survived for a while on freelance medical articles and working as a receptionist in the office of a dentist who defined his business as “sexy” and catered to high-level call girls from Brazil, and a bunch of women of all ages who called themselves “models” or “ballerinas.” This dental office was decorated with some very suggestive pictures, including a huge black and white photograph of a ballerina’s foot, holding a rose, the only red touch in the picture, between her toes. Eventually I managed to get a new book published, and mercifully got a job in a publishing house. Finally rescued! The ordeal lasted five years. During the time I worked as a telemarketer I had a conversation with my cousin from Israel, a professor, art historian, and generally a brilliant man. We were brought up together and we communicate very well, but here I found that I simply could not explain to him why despite having a Ph.D., many skills, years of experience, and no vices other than drinking coffee, I could not get a job in my own field and I was nearly in the street again and again, drowning in debts. He argued that in Israel it was not any better. There is no money, people are often in trouble, and the State had fewer resources than the US. The discussion and comparisons went on and on until I finally said, “Would you say that you could find yourself some day looking for a job in telemarketing?” “Well, no,” said my cousin. “You reach a certain standard…” I rudely interrupted and screamed – “This is it! You said it! You reach a certain standard! In America, there is no such thing. No matter how high you climb, you have no safety net. You can be a millionaire one day, and a pauper tomorrow.” He finally understood. Of course, it’s an issue of safety nets. You will say that unemployment and welfare are safety nets. True, but unemployment runs out, and few middle class individuals get welfare. During the years of the Soviet Union, if you were trained for a profession, the State would not waste your skills. For instance, if you were a theater manager, and the theater burned down, the State relocated you to another city where you could use your skills. In Germany, if your field was losing ground, you could get free training for a career change and financial assistance while doing it.
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In Germany, if your field was losing ground, you could get free training for a career change and financial assistance while doing it. In Finland, they will support you until something is found with the help of the State, your medical needs and your children will be looked after. In America, the richest country in the world, you will die.I was never fond of the Soviet Union, and I won’t live in Germany, but this is not the point. What I am aiming to say is that I think that good citizens, who had paid their taxes regularly for years, went to jury duty, trained for an honorable profession, raised a family, and then lost everything for whatever reason, have done enough to merit real and consistent help from the State. After the unemployment benefits run out, people should not be left on their own, at the mercy of private individuals who may or may not be willing to help. Many of your so-called friends here will turn their backs on you when you are no longer a success – never for a moment feeling they are doing anything wrong. After all, you are an American. You should be able to be a rugged individualist. You are not their responsibility, thank you very much. They turn into sanctimonious ants, and you have become the grasshopper. So please, give me back the Eighteenth Century. Give me back secular humanism. Put it in the classroom again. And while we are at it, allow me to mix a little of the spirit of the Age of Enlightenment with our supremely egotistical, vicious, self-satisfied right-wing Capitalism, and fanatical, evangelical, and mindless religion. We are regressing. We could do better with a little mix. |
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