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IDF Commanders Yitzhak Rabin (L.) and Yigal Alon in 1949

They did ditch me, finally, a few months later, because of some other aggravating piece I wrote, calling the principal of an orthodox yeshiva in Long Island a lunatic.

Trust me, he was a loon job. But he hated seeing it in print. And my bosses, who had already gotten out of me what they needed – annihilating their competition – decided to make their move.

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Since then, when I talk about that affair with close friends, we refer to it as the time when I murdered Rabin. But, please, don’t send any secret service agents after me because it’s only used as a metaphor, and I’m not sure if the Secret Service will understand the difference.

That’s it. Since then, I haven’t been involved in any famous murder. But I live in Netanya, mob capital of Israel, so, who knows, one of these days…

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Yori Yanover has been a working journalist since age 17, before he enlisted and worked for Ba'Machane Nachal. Since then he has worked for Israel Shelanu, the US supplement of Yedioth, JCN18.com, USAJewish.com, Lubavitch News Service, Arutz 7 (as DJ on the high seas), and the Grand Street News. He has published Dancing and Crying, a colorful and intimate portrait of the last two years in the life of the late Lubavitch Rebbe, (in Hebrew), and two fun books in English: The Cabalist's Daughter: A Novel of Practical Messianic Redemption, and How Would God REALLY Vote.
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