The dog days of Brighton

On the subject of mentalblog.com: Murky, Sparky and Barky.

About four years ago I organized a trip to a pro-Israeli demonstration in Washington DC with the Sparky. I suggested using the parking lot of the Conservative Temple Emanuel in Newton as a staging ground for the buses. It was a central location with safe and ample parking. I was told by Sparky that he would have nothing to do with the Conservatives!

No, I am not the frumak who suggests that Sparky should have asked for a heter to do the fundraising gig in the SANCTUARY of the same temple, nor am I am shpizt to complain that he doesn�t have Chabad in big enough letters on his invitation. But what was wrong with the parking lot four year ago?

Nothing is more suffocation for the Jewish fabric of Boston than the financial monopoly of CJP. Nothing exemplifies that wasteful, totalitarian, Kafkaesque calamity than the redistribution of Boston�s attention towards the oligarch supported Lubavitch feudal lordship of Dnepropetrovsk.

Now let me explain few metaphors related to dogs. Dog�s primary social function is to sniff asses of other dogs. This is how one dog gets to know another dog. And the suffocation mentioned in that post means that when you have nothing to say, speaking in public is like depriving people of life, stealing the very livelihood of their existence in a house of worship.

It is five years since Murky relinquished the material upkeep of the Mosad he spent his life building, and five years later the Shule continues to be an unmitigated disaster. The only time there are any signs of life in that Shule is when Polonsky is visiting from Israel. I know nothing about the School but I do have my reservations based on the experience.

A big man knows how to make room for the light. This is what the Rebbe wanted. A person who can�t speak coherently in any language should take the money he raised and put it to use making sure the spiritual needs of Jews are met. And this means sharing the spotlight with a person who lives and breaths Torah, not the operator dreaming about the next fundraising gig.