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Intolerance in the Holy Land: No Kids, Pets or Gentiles

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March 9, 2011

“When the LORD thy God shall bring thee into the land whither thou goest to possess it, and hath cast out many nations before thee, the Hittites, and the Girgashites, and the Amorites, and the Canaanites, and the Perizzites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites, seven nations greater and mightier than thou; And when the LORD thy God shall deliver them before thee; thou shalt smite them, and utterly destroy them; thou shalt make no covenant with them, nor shew mercy unto them.” – Deuteronomy 7:1-2

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Unfortunately, it looks like I may have to eliminate one of the leading items on my bucket list: to live in the Holy Land once again. I was shocked and profoundly disappointed to ” title=”sermon” target=”_blank”>sermon that “Goyim [Gentiles] were born only to serve us. Without that, they have no place in the world – only to serve the People of Israel…Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they will reap. We will sit like an effendi and eat. That is why gentiles were created.” If I am permitted to live in Israel again, it looks like I won’t be invited to Rabbi Yosef’s house for dinner – unless I agree to cook the meal and clean up afterwards. As they say in Hebrew, “ain milim” (“I have no words for this”).

The good rabbi’s sermon was followed a few weeks later by a rabbinic

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