The Best Motto

Gd, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannon change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.

You woke up this morning - Congratulations! You got another chance!

Sunday, February 28, 2021

My Purim Musings

Today is February twenty fourth in the year two thousand twenty one according to the Gregorian calendar, and according to the Hebrew calendar it is the twelfth day of the month of Adar in the year five thousand seven hundred eighty one; in my hometown of the rotten apple, aka New York city, it is a little bit more than twenty four hours till the start of the Purim holiday.

The world we live in is “being FedExed to hell in a handbasket”.  The pandemic caused by arrogant scientists and the communist regime in China is still with us; the economic and emotional devastation is incalculable; the death toll is high; and the shameless politicians continue to take advantage of it and milk as much political capital as they can. On top of that, Jews are once again accused of creating this virus, spreading this virus, not inoculating poor “Palestinians” - our enemies are nothing if not consistent. 

The internet, that amazing gift that allowed us to connect to each other across the Globe, and to have unlimited access to the combined knowledge of humanity - that blessing was turned into the curse by human idiocy and lust for power.

The anti-scientific and mankind-hating environmental policies forced on us for decades by the power-hungry idol-worshippers are bringing chaos, devastation, and death.

Socialism and communism, humanity’s most immoral and deadly creations, are considered fun and hip once again by the pampered youth of the West.

The anti-Semitism is very much alive and well, and growing by leaps and bounds, thanks mostly the the Muslim invasion of the West, as well as the growing popularity of Marxism among the uneducated masses. 

Here, in America, the unprecedented election fraud resulted in the unlawful removal of President Donald Trump (one of the best friends and allies we ever had in the American politics); in his stead the Democrats (who by now are firmly the official party of the American anti-Semites) installed the puppet regime of Joe Biden, and are now in the process of returning back the Obama cabinet - the most corrupt, anti-American, and anti-Semitic cabinet in the modern American politics. 

As far as we, the Jews, are concerned, the things are pretty dire.  We are still very much mefuzar u’mefurad - with the vast majority of Jews either not knowing that they are Jews, or completely lacking in understanding of what being a Jew really means.  Most of the Jews today are still happily involved in anything that sounds good (and usually is the exact opposite of good) - as long as it’s not Judaism and/or Zionism.  They would still gladly go to the feast that celebrates the unfulfilled prophecy of Jewish return to the homeland, and they would proudly drink from the sacred vessels pillaged from our Holy Temple.  They have no true pride in our religion, traditions, or heritage - but instead worship at the altars of the modern idols.  

Even the rulers of the modern State of Israel could not get rid of their schtettel mentality in almost seventy three years - as if they feel almost apologetic for the Jewish return to our ancestral land; and their decisions are repeatedly ruled by this irrational state of mind. 

In light of all this turmoil how could we really find it in our hearts to truly celebrate Purim with happiness, merrymaking, and the light in our hearts?

Because, you see, we are still here - despite all logic, statistical probabilities, and historical precedent!  We are still alive and kicking - against all hopes and prayers of our enemies that do rise in every generation (and usually with much more frequency than that).

The very tall gallows would always be the eventual fate of all our emeries, no matter how high they would climb and how much power they would amass.

We are back in our ancestral home; we have the ability to defend ourselves and to fight back.  

We can still arm ourselves as proud American citizens - even here, in the thoroughly corrupt city of New York. 

There are still courageous Jews who plant vineyards, olive trees, and flowers in the ancient soil of Judea and Samaria.

There are still brave Jewish men and women who refuse to bow down to our enemies despite anything - and who are always ready and willing to risk their lives in order to save their people.

There are the Jewish children - our miracles and our victory dance - that keep dressing up as Mordechai and Esther, shaking their noise makers (thus making the souls of our enemies writhe in purgatory), and stuffing their abundantly cute faces with Purim sweets.

So, yes, let’s celebrate the holiday of Purim, and our very survival!  And never forget - Amalek hates us not because we are the smartest, the cleverest, the most educated, the go-getters, the best in business, etc; Amalek hates us because we are the messengers of Gd!  We are the ones who brought truth and light into the world - so, be proud of it; always stand tall and always be true to what being a Jew is!

Purim Sameach, brothers and sisters Jew-faces!  L’Chaim!

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

When I got catty

 I am not exactly sure what contributed to this tirade (although I have a pretty fair idea)....

"I am sick and tired of men in general, and the overall stupidity, insensitivity, whining, constant hypochondria, petty complains, unyielding natures, and selfishness in particular. The presence of Y chromosome somehow translates into boorish behavior, doors slammed right in your face, two and a half allotments of personal space, and the genetic inability to possess facial tissues."

August 6, 2009

Government efficiency

 This was another grumbling I posted on Facebook during my tenure as an admin in an architectural firm that had a lot of contracts with the NYC.

"Idiocy coming from city workers never stops: they can not approve a bs piece of paper because position has to come after a name, not before, and borders put around the whole thing. Plus, I, apparently, used the wrong font. Again, Mike, how about firing about 75% of your staff - a wealth of funds freed right away, and city operating much more efficiently?!" August 13, 2009


 I found this among my old rumblings on Facebook, all the way from August 14, 2009

"OK, "kids" were served their usual Friday bagels with a whole bunch of spreads and jellies provided by yours truly; the usual nonsense of spoiled American brats was exhibited as to "I like it, I don't like it, I feel it, I don't feel it, blah, blah, blah" It's free food, you moron - take it or leave it! In the brilliant words of The King of Siam "when one has nothing to say, it it time to be silent""

This was yours truly grumbling about her job at the architectural firm. The comment from Beloved Sister was priceless: "please drink your coffee before posting (you'll sound your age:))" 

Monday, January 25, 2021

September 24,2009

Stuff not covered by my medical insurance: "Attempted suicide" and "Any loss that is due to a declared or undeclared act of war."


Monday, August 31, 2020

OCTOBER 19, 2009

Wearing a strange half-goth outfit, which consists of black skirt and black coat, balanced out by yellow t-shirt and lemon-yellow flip-flops. The goth motif is re-enforced by the strong smokiness of my clothes (compliments of dear rommie) and the absence of "Twilight" which I finished last week; hope Macy's will hurry with my shoes, as this look is a bit strange even by my standards.

NOVEMBER 3, 2009

Last night, the laundromat was overflowing with males - the effin world series was on!  "Honey, I always help - here, I am going to do laundry without you even asking me!"; of course, few of them just came in for free cable - without any excuses.

December 28, 2009

 Just wandered to DHS website; the threat level is yellow in general and orange for air; apparently, when a muslin lunatic in uniform murders 14 people on the army base it's not enough to raise it; orange for the air - still allow suspected terrorist to board our airliners and not "profile" the members of the religion of peace; that's from the same people who consider returning veterans a threat! Curse their hides!


 While perusing some of my old posts on Facebook, I realized that sometimes I actually said some worthwhile stuffs once in a blue moon.

So, I decided to repost them here, because I am that full of hubris. Henceforth, if you see is post with just an old date as a topic, feel free to skip it.

Thursday, July 02, 2020


It’s a well known fact among our circle of expats from the former USSR that their allegiance to the food from step-mama country is always met with derision on my side.

One of the latest stories: Plombir. Granted, while living in Moscow, I enjoyed the said delicacy many times; but that was in Moscow! Since moving away from that paradise on Earth, I sampled a variety of ice creams, many of them either equal or superior. But the abundant availability of frozen treats never stopped almost every Russian-speaking American I know from their Plombir worship.

At one Shavuot celebration, that coveted dessert was served at the meal hosted by a good friend of mine. The anticipated, but still nausea-inducing monologue from one of the grandparents’ generation ensued: “Oh, look, kids, prombir! Wow! That’s real ice cream for you, not the American junk! Real, delicious ice cream! Not American!”, etc, along the same lines, while serving the blessed frozen delicacy.

Since by the time of that meal a long while passed since I sampled that avowed ice cream, I was at least curious - is it really that good, or I am right in persisting that American offerings are at least on the par? After getting my plate, I impersonated a gourmet taster to the best of the knowledge gained through watching countless cooking shows. You want to know what I concluded? There is a vanilla flavored Target brand ice cream that you can get for two ninety nine for a Quart and a half at your local Target that tastes exactly the same! Real, delicious ice cream, my aching coccyx!

Sunday, June 28, 2020


My fellow escapees from the former USSR often wonder why I hate Russians so much. My responses can be long and varied, but the first one would probably be “they ask for it, and then they reinforce it.” Here is one illustration.

I enjoy cooking, so my friend attached me to one of the numerous cooking groups on Facebook. This particular one was composed of all kinds of Russian-speaking individuals, living in different countries, practicing different religions, not practicing anything, young, old, single, married, women, men, etc….needless to say, it was pretty diverse. And for a while I was really enjoying it - the colorful photos, the varied recipes, the great food suggestions, the humor that only former Soviet citizens would understand, and, most importantly, the general lightness and the polite tone of the whole enterprise. Till the International Holocaust Memorial Day, that is….

Since Facebook is, after all, a social media platform, people occasionally used the group for non-cooking posts (especially in cases of emergency). Seeing this, one of the admins created an offshoot group - specifically for any kinds of posts of the non-culinary variety. Simple rule: food posts in the main group, non-food posts - in the secondary. So, on The International Holocaust Memorial Day, one lady posted an article about FOOD during the Holocaust - and “the fun” began….

First, of course, the usual groaning - “this is a food group; why the heavy and depressing subject of the Holocaust?!!” Well, the post WAS about food! Next, very polite and caring comment, informing the poster that the Holocaust numbers are severely exaggerated, and maybe, possibly ONLY ONE million Jews was killed, and not six - that produced a somewhat fierce battle in which, of course, the arguments against Holocaust denial were ignored and shouted down. The final argument was simply a poetry in motion that completely floored me.

A true Russian patriot, in a true Russian patriot fashion produced a masterpiece that, roughly translated, sounded as following: “They are really tiring with their Holocaust! Holocaust, Holocaust, that’s all you hear from them! Enough milking it already! Who cares! We knew true hardships, tragedy, and Holocaust: 1941-1945! That was real suffering!”

So, let me get this straight: the biggest mass murder in history is, apparently, a tiresome exaggeration, but a result of the war YOUR mass murdering dictator started in partnership with the one who perpetrated the said “exaggeration” is A-OK? Please note how you conveniently forget when the war was actually started, but only note the part that resulted when your blood-thirsty comrade preempted the strike on him and attacked first; you also choose not to remember the criminal ineptitude of your own beloved dictator, instead claiming victimhood and undeserved accolades.

The admins and moderators of the group (most of whom were Jews, by the way), decided simply to remove the offending post in the end. I, for my part, simply could not envision sharing recipes and dinner photos with these people, so I just left the group - because in the end, even the most benign group you could possibly imagine, and the mutual love of cooking and baking could not protect me from their virulent hatred.

Next time, when someone would like to know why I hate Russians so much, just re-read what I wrote.

Thursday, June 25, 2020

MORNING UPDATE, March 30, 2012

Good Morning, peeps! Happy Erev Shabat! Weather is sunny and cool - still good enough for beach shoes! Somehow, Ina's whitefish salad looks much better than the ones you could find in the store. And why am I getting Man's Fitness Magazine? I got my manic moments, but I can guarantee you I did not subscribe to this one! The latest issue just came in today, with a strange looking dude on the cover advertising Zumba for men - spare me. Another bunch of politically correct morons on the West Coast just produces a movie called Salmon Fishing in Yemen - yea, because the members of this murderous cult will just put down their suicide belts and start fishing at the drop of a hat - and drink wine with and hug immodestly dressed western women. 

Coffee this morning in my Philadelphia mug with cute cartoonish pictures, one of them of Betty Ross thinking of different flag designs.


Good Morning, peeps! Happy Monday! The weather is a little strange for this time of the year, but I don't care - sandals are the order of the day.  Curry officially reached the size and weight at which I can't pick him up with one hand - next check up by the vet is going to be fun.  

Apparently, they just concluded a new study that proves that overwhelming number of adults prefer to have children as opposed to having peace and leisure - gosh, what wheel will they re-invent next time?! Also, comrade Barak Hussein forgot his lady fair while trying to disembark from the plain...Last Thursday was national prayer day - which is a bit of a quandary for the current regime as the only religions they recognize are Islam, atheism, socialism, the infallibility of the the government, and the church of anthropogenic global warming. 

My coffee maker was brewing Gevalia for the first time since I cancelled my membership there.  Coffee this morning in my Henry VIII and his disappearing wives mugs.