Let's say I'm a huge fan of Eretz Yisroel. A couple of my friends are over there now and I wish I could have gone with them. I saw the northern half on my first visit and I look forward some day to seeing the southern part. I was as enchanted with the fauna I saw as I was with the religious sites and the archeological sites. I could have stayed at the Temple Mount Sifting Project all day looking over buckets of rubble. It was fascinating, as was a visit to Ein Gedi. I wept for those we lost at Gush Etzion, and at the site of the bunker. Who with a human heart could not? I was so overwrought with emotion at finally, finally making it thousands of miles to the Kotel, tears flowed down my face as I recited Tehillim there. All my life I wanted to see it and there I was at last.
Does that make me a Zionist?
Yup. And a racist, Islamaphobic, homophobic deplorable who walks through central park kicking pigeons. As I sit in Gush Etzion and look out over the tidal plane on one side, and the last ridge before the Jordan valley on the other, I smack myself in the face because I’m such a racist. How could I have voted for Donald Trump, who dares question the intentions of poor immigrant refugees. Doesn’t he know they’re poor? Doesn’t he know they’re immigrants? Doesn’t he know they say they’re refugees? He’s feeding the flames of Jihad by daring to check out their story! And then where would we all be, refusing to let them into the US right away. Why, they’ll doubtless suicide bomb the crap out of the Statue of Liberty first chance they get, and it’ll all be Trump’s fault. (I hope you understand the unstated sarc tabs. If you don’t, it’s because you’re a Zionist and a racist).