""Tired of this politics!" - This is the sentence that resonates in my ears the most, everywhere.
Everyone is corrupt! - This is the prevailing opinion of the perfect person on earth, after he decided to put things in order with himself once and for all, and to rank his personal opinion first, before he is threatened by dozens of tweets from various audio devices, from which he is fed at any given moment.
The finger moves lightly on the screen and the eyes move in all directions, trying to glean more information, one way or another, that contains destruction, quarreling, and debate. Cancerous radiation waves are sent to our brains like encrypted radar signals, and the destructive teeth of the snake open their jaws in front of us, and we remain silent...
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If a week ago people crossed mountains and hills, searching for the remains of a plane in the Indonesian mountains, they did so to try to find a sliver of life and even a few survivors; if in those days those good and simple citizens dived into the depths of the oceans to find the black box, then they did so with one clear goal: to breathe life back into it.
But today there are those who are searching for another black box. One that has the power to bring disaster and, instead of breathing life, could conceive wealth. There are those who seek to divide us into a flood ball and return us to the days of chaos before the creation of the world.
The dead are floating and rising from every direction, piling up like floating corpses on the banks of the El Kabir River, near the city of Homs in Syria, after going through a difficult civil war, in which each one slaughters his brother in order to gain power and authority.
And the blood... or this blood that was spilled, mixes with the water of the sewers that moves in a foamy flow into the silent silence of the water of a pure river that was created by the power of God, and flows by the power of nature of the universe, since the six days of Genesis.
Friends - we have unwillingly become innocent victims of friction, we have become receptacles for every evil and evil, we have become led like a herd rather than led.
So you're tired of politics, but I care about peace. You're tired of the friction, but I care because we are brothers!
We are sons of one Father, our Father in heaven, who by supreme power created man and gave us a book of laws and rules. He gave us religion and commandments and we must obey the signs.
And at the head of the path, he has placed for us guides - and these are the rabbis. Our teacher and our rabbi, the crown of our heads, is Maran Maor Yisrael and his glory is Rabbi Ovadia Yosef, may his merit protect us. Amen, and from his mouth will flow a word.
Rabbi Ovadia, who placed his holy hands on the movement's chairman, Rabbi Aryeh Deri, and appointed him as the successor to the glorious Shas movement's dynasty. We have no part or inheritance in foreign fields, and we, with the strength of our Creator, will rise above obstacles.
And go, Rabbi Aryeh, do not be afraid, for "like a lion cub he will roar for his prey, and the criminals will flee from his fear.".
Dear Rabbi Aryeh, even before you returned, you had already won. You did not get carried away by the language, and you did not allow yourself to make mistakes. We did not become the audience for that very bad show. We were not dragged into the fray of the sin of slander.
For you, Rabbi Aryeh, stood wisely in the face of the mockers and knew with your wisdom to stop the wicked. You learned to act wisely and thereby stop the plague. You stood firm as a stone, and peace from your tent would not be shaken.
""A good eye is a listening ear, and all your deeds are written in a book." Dear Aryeh, a work of years that is not forgotten. The power of giving, the spirit of battle, the sowing of the crop and the time of harvest. A dear man who left his mark on every institution, body and government.
You laid the foundation stone of all flowering, prosperity and success. You sowed, nurtured, watered, planted, and now it is time for you to reap... You united us into one house in the name of the glorious Shas movement.
A stable and firm house, based on the image of the great Torah scholars. A house that is one, ours forever. Shas is our house and yours.
We love you and miss you. Come back, Aryeh, to our familiar and warm home. Because there is no other home for you and us!
