I am so torn between understanding the role Khameini’s regime and the IRGC, directly and via the proxy armies they fund, train, and direct, have played in not just oppressing and killing their own citizens but in repeatedly threatening my life, my wife’s life, my daughters’ lives, the lives of my friends and neighbors, Israeli and Palestinian alike, to this very day (three times in the bomb shelter during our Purim meal, yes we brought the wine each time 🥂💪✡️) –
– and I understand that there is not always a diplomatic solution to every problem of this ancient sort –
– and understanding:
how dangerous fascism is,
how incompetent and corrupt fascist governments are,
how fragile and tenuous the survival of Jewish communities is when fascism begins taking hold of the nation that hosts them,
how dangerous premillenial dominionism is for Jewish people,
how much of a warning sign it is when the fascist religious mythos evolves to the point where a war with an Islamic country is being fought to trigger Armageddon.
The only truth I can rely on in such a Purim world is the truth of ונהפוך הוא, of dramatic (and comic) reversal, of the ultimate unity of opposites, of the significance of opposing interpretations of the same data points.
And in the end,
“For the Jewish people it was light and happiness, rejoicing and honor.”
כן תהיה לנו
Happy (Shoshan) Purim 🤷 🍷