Writer Burns Her Own Book

[Intro from Jack Engelhard: We’ve all endured this frustration about a book we’re trying to write – but it just refuses to happen.  I met Orit online. I ran into one of her pieces at israelinsider.com and was taken by her brutal honesty and her cool style with words. I’ve been a fan ever since. She is also a knockout in the looks department and I promised to cast her when The Bathsheba Deadline goes Hollywood, a promise I intend to keep. But enough from me. Here’s Orit.]

I Burned my Own Book

By Orit Arfa

Beware any society that burns books–it is one that leads to a dictatorship. To name a few: China’s Qin Dynasty, Nazi Germany, Ray Bradbury’s fictional America in his novel Farenheit 451.

So what does that say about me? I just burned a book—my own. Have I become a one woman dictatorship?

Actually, I felt like I had to burn my book so that I stop becoming a dictator—over myself.

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Foreclose This!

By Jack Engelhard

 

As I get it, people are being tossed from their homes because of some mortgage, or bank foul-up. The original homeowners are now living in tents.

 

Now these houses are up for auction and you, dear neighbor, are invited to move right on in at about half the price.

 

I keep reading ads like – Foreclosures At Only $150,000. This means your fellow American loses, you win!

 

Maybe I’ve got it all wrong, and if so, clue me in. As it is – this is ugly. This is obscene. Where is it written – Foreclose Thy Neighbor?

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The Beijing Olympics Raw

By Jack Engelhard
I’ve already lost three friends for mocking the “Opening Ceremonies” for these 2008 Summer Olympics, saying, as I did, that I can get the same cartwheels, pyrotechnics and all the rest of that hoopla at any circus or carnival. Even my neighborhood’s Fourth of July is more spectacular and I’m not much for spectacles anyway. For that, I’m accused of being ornery. Fine. Let it be.
  

In fact, I think that’s the theme for these Games: Let It Be or “We Are The World” or “One World, One Voice.” Or maybe, “All We Need Is Love.”
  

Or maybe “Love Is A Many Splendored Thing.”
  

Watching the Parade of Nations I was amazed that there were so many people out there in the world — and most of them are not Americans. How did this happen?
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