It's a seemingly unbreakable and doomed logic -- Netanyahu's logic -- and most Israelis have been sunk in it since the massive wave of suicide bombings in the middle of the last decade.
When the war with Iran is over, and the only things left here are cockroaches and Migron, this government will still have the only thing it's ever really needed: Someone else to blame.
The clue to Benjamin Netanyahu is the smile. The more that the broken line of the lips relaxes, the more the eyes turn torn, guarded, distantly hostile, a combination lock on a fortune of pain and dread.
If we could see the Jewish world naked, we might well see a new Judaism emerging this new year, stripped of xenophobia and 19th century clothes for 21st century issues. In the long run, it could save the Jewish people from extinction. If we're lucky, it could save Israel as well.
Last week, when the Berkeley Jewish Student Union voted to bar J Street's student organization from membership, the message it sent was regrettably clear: The choice is up to you -- you can be welcomed as a Jew, or you can speak your mind on Israel.
Like the apocryphal 50 words for snow, the Hebrew language is rich in synonyms for something south of honesty. But nothing in the ancient lexicon quite fits the Black Flagging campaign.
It was a place where there was an overriding belief that democracy was sacred, that minority rights should be respected more and more, rather than less and ultimately not at all.
The same question, wherever you turn. In a hundred accents, at the green grocer's, the dentist's, the college library, the gym. From garage to synagogue, the question doesn't change: Will we attack Iran?
If progressives cannot see Israelis as people, if they -- we -- cannot summon up the same compassion and concern for unarmed combatants on both sides of a battle front, it's time they checked their ideology for holes.
On the High Holidays when I was small, Jews wore clothes they were not comfortable in, in order to ask themselves questions they were not comfortable with. Some things don't change.
In the past, Abbas has shown himself both a man unafraid to gamble, and, against all odds, one who knows how to turn a crapshoot to advantage. Here are ten reasons that his Hail Mary route at the UN may succeed after all.
This has been a summer of astonishments. So it probably should have come as no surprise that Tel Aviv's sudden tent city should have drawn the impossi...
I just listened to a version of "Will You Love Me Tomorrow" by Amy Winehouse, may her memory be for a blessing. Every note, every better-than-perfect ...
This revolution is ostensibly about affordable housing. However, it is about much, much more than that. It's about whether people can actually live in a place like this.
This is the one. Don't let what we here like to call the relative calm, fool you. When the Knesset passed the boycott law Monday night, it changed the history of the state of Israel.
Friends of Israel, countries and individuals that sincerely wish Israelis well, should send a message this week: Mr. Netanyahu, Mr. Barak, for your sake, for Israel's sake, let the flotilla sail to Gaza.
Like any true rebbe, certainly like Shlomo Carlebach, Bob Dylan is spectacularly flawed. But like any true rebbe, he has worlds to teach us about ourselves and this life, and we know this much: we are simply not going to get this stuff from anyone else.
It's taken me three weeks, 6,000 miles, and Mark Zuckerberg, to finally get what Benjamin Netanyahu was telling Barack Obama -- and the world -- in Washington those six days in May.
There will be those who argue that Jews owe Palestinians nothing in connection with the Nakba. Not true. At the very least, on Nakba Day and every other, Jews owe Palestinians what Jews demand of Palestinians.
A long, long night is coming to an end. We are waking to a new day for the world. We are waking to a new day for America.
For the entire lifetimes o...