Independence Day

25 Apr

Tonight will usher in Israel’s 64th Independence Day. Israel will morph movingly from solemnly commemorating its fallen soldiers to celebrating the miracle of the modern State. While so-called “Human Rights” activists around the world have selectively chosen Israel for what they call BDS (Boycott, Disinvestment, Sanctions), any caring person would have to ask: “Why, despite Israel’s many faults, those activists cannot recognize serially worse offending States and campaign for their citizens who have no rights at all? Israel’s defenders would alternatively call that political agenda and anti-Semitic campaign: Blood-libel, Distortion, Slander.

I still see Israel as a land of miracles, flowing with milk and honey. Only my ketogenic diet precludes the milk and honey. I’ll settle for a personal miracle.

This Independence Day has brought The Beatles back to the fore – in particular their song “When I’m 64”. It starts, of course, with those happy lines:

“When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,

Will I still be sending you a Valentine,

Birthday greetings, bottle of wine”.

I’m looking forward to being 64 in November, and I’m OK with the Valentine surprise, birthday sonnet and even a glass of red wine now and again. But losing my hair, many years from now? Not unless I invoke the words of Nankki-poo from Gilbert and Sullivan’s “Mikado”:

“We’ll call each second a minute – each minute an hour – each hour a day – each day a year. At that rate we’ve about thirty years of married happiness before us”!

Only in my case, if Abraxane is working, let my hair fall out thirty years from now.

To the world I say, be objective, recognize democracy and independence.

Happy Independence Day.. .  .   .


But having mentioned The Beatles – I must go down memory lane. To 1964 – when I saw The Beatles live at The Hammersmith Odeon. An unforgettable experience, as alive today as it was live then. I remember recalling that experience at a work convention in Israel- where each participant was asked to present himself and describe one moment of personal greatness. Almost all the other participants recalled heroic war action, which I found both amazing and personally humbling. I continued my presentation by saying that I couldn’t decide which experience was greater – the Beatles concert, or attending the World Cup Final at Wembley in 1966. My stories won first and second prize. But that’s a different story.



5 Responses to “Independence Day”

  1. eesdee April 25, 2012 at 6:40 am #

    Love this blog Martin. Its my 64th year too and why wouldn’t one celebrate that!I look forward to sending you a birthday wish in November. Lots of love from Sid and me, to you and Pam.

  2. angiemaus April 26, 2012 at 7:05 pm #

    A little birdie tells me you cooked Yom Haatzmaut dinner you softie you!!!

    • fightingpancreaticcancer April 26, 2012 at 7:52 pm #

      Your birdie’s correct. Hard to break the national barbeque habit.. . . and steaks are so simple for the ketogenic diet!

  3. Karen Abel April 28, 2012 at 5:46 am #

    I just love the way you write- in a flowing and sing-song manner!
    Looking forward to celebrating in November and are also waiting to read your stories!

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