The truth about milk and honey.

Fear not; I will be the first to admit my last post was utter and total crap. Milk and honey? It sounded nice but I don’t feel it.

Here’s the truth: Israel has made me a crappy Jew and an even crappier Zionist.

I don’t really have those initial oleh-chadash-feel-good-moments anymore. I don’t even miss them. Instead, I’ll be riding a bus, watching an oleh-chadash hippie hopeful walking out of Misrad HaPnim and I’ll get annoyed. I’ll be in a taxi and the driver hears my accent and he tries to overcharge me. I peer over at Arabs standing next to me in a Talpiot store and I’ll think about how much they probably hate me.

I’d like to write about it more, to explain ‘the truth’ above, but now is not the time. I just wanted to get that off my chest.