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US Pediatrician Group Says: Give Morning-After-Pill Prescriptions to Underage Patients

Monday, November 26th, 2012

The American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) on Monday urged American pediatricians to provide prescriptions for post-intercourse contraception to underage patients, as well as making them aware of the ability to take medications to prevent pregnancy even after engaging in sex.

The AAP policy statement would enable girls to get “morning after” pills immediately with their prescriptions.  US policy does not allow girls under the age of 17 to buy the pills over-the-counter – the pills are available to women of age with proof of age.

The pills work by preventing ovulation, not by preventing the implantation of a fertilized egg or otherwise causing the body to abort a growing embryo.

According to a Reuters report, a 2010 report on seven studies of emergency contraception concluded that teens were not more likely to engage in sexual activity or decrease their use of standard contraceptive devices if emergency contraception medications were made available to them.

Malkah Fleisher

It’s Time We All Learned to Speak (and Act) Arabic

Saturday, November 24th, 2012

Of course, we didn’t just lose a war with Hamas forever and ever, there will be a next time. Hamas did not gain any territory this time around, or destroy all our military assets etc. The political/military thinking on our side of the engagement is completely skewed, though, or as one Knesset Member, Michael Ben-Ari, put it, succinctly. “We keep on talking to Hamas in Hebrew, and they don’t get it. It’s time we spoke to them in Arabic.”

What he meant was, When we withdraw our army from Gaza, let us leave behind ten thousand Hamas widows and their loved ones wailing, ululating and gnashing their teeth in the smoking ruins of former homes and settlements. Let us leave behind stinking huge piles of skulls and mounds of offal. Let us flatten their dreams and drown their hopes in rivers of blood – or words to that effect. Let us, in effect, first do unto them what they will undoubtedly do to us if we don’t.

I, for one, am excited to learn Arabic, especially the local dialect; it has such catchy slang phrases as “Family Unification Program,” “Peace of the Brave” and “Explosive Undergarment Engineering.” And I’m all too eager for local Arabs to discover what happens when we do learn their lingo.

Can you only imagine what would happen to the Arabian Peninsula were we, Jews, to learn their language with any fluency? Can you picture one of us strapping something incandescent to his body and presenting it as a gift at the Ka’aba in Mecca in the middle of the pilgrimage? Can you wrap your head around it? Or something with a bit of a bang on the southern quadrant of the upper third of the lower cataract at Aswan? It would certainly flush out the gutters in downtown Cairo, pretty darn swiftly, I can tell you that much.

You know something, I could get to like Arabic, it has a certain flair, a certain je ne sais quoi.

I jest, of course; but I ought not to. I should do as MK Ben-Ari says, I should take him seriously and start learning Arabic. We all should, because our thinking is stuck in Hebrew and it’s getting us the rough end of the stick. That’s the whole point, we don’t just talk to Hamas in Hebrew, we force-feed them like stuffed geese with our Hebrew ideas and thinking as well, great big butterballs of concessions and privileges.

We need to learn Arabic from the ground up; Arabic as it is spoken to the Syrians by their Presidents Hafez and Bashar al-Assad. Or cultured, Farsi flavored Arabic of the kind Hassan Nasrallah talks to the Lebanese. And then we can do our post-graduate work in Arabic as it is spoken in Hamastan, Gaza.

I can smell it already, the heady whiff of brimstone-tinged cordite, laced with sewage, Khan Yunis, Arabic Springtime, 2013.

Arabic is more than a language you know, it’s a whole body experience, well, a whole body is what you start with, I mean.

Sheni Leumi

What Is an Army?

Tuesday, November 20th, 2012

The latest lie-line of the Gaza propaganda machine is that Gaza has no army, no forces. They want you to believe Israel is attacking Palestinian civilians (we aren’t) who are unarmed (they aren’t) simply because we want to steal their land (we don’t). In fact, the Palestinian fighters are armed.

They have fired over 900 rockets at Israel in the last 6 days. Dozens each day – at our southern residents, at Tel Aviv, at Jerusalem – in total, three million people – 45% of the entire population, is under attack.

What is an army? Perhaps that is the question. Perhaps an army is more than large amounts of soldiers with weapons. There’s no question they have weapons – they have been firing rockets for more than 12 years. They have uniforms, certainly. They have training facilities and they pay these soldiers to attack Israelis.

But maybe they are right because maybe, just maybe, an army is about the country which it defends.

Perhaps an army is more. I looked up the definition in the online Merriam-Webster dictionary. It defines an army as: “a large organized body of armed personnel trained for war especially on land.

Well, Hamas and the Palestinians are a large body of armed personnel – but perhaps they aren’t so organized? And have they trained for war? Evidently not. I think their specialty is terrorism – suicidal attacks and shooting rockets. They really don’t handle war well – already, before the war has even begun, they are begging the world to stop Israel. For once, apparently, at least so far, the world is properly asking them how they thought they could get away with firing on Israel for so long without a response. But who knows what will happen tomorrow.

The second definition is, “a unit capable of independent action and consisting usually of a headquarters, two or more corps, and auxiliary troops.

The second definition is, “a unit capable of independent action and consisting usually of a headquarters, two or more corps, and auxiliary troops.

Well, they certainly have…oh…well, had a headquarters until we blew it up a day or so ago. They have several divisions and plenty of auxiliary troops.

At first, I thought that maybe the definition proves that those who say the Palestinians have no army are correct. No, I do not believe their “army” is capable of independent action, let alone independent thought.

The greatest victories in Israel’s history were accomplished by commanders and soldiers who used their minds and made decisive moves to accomplish their operations. The other thing that the Palestinian army lacks is a sense of morality. They have been firing on Israeli towns and villages. Today, they hit a school, more homes and stores. But then, morality does not necessarily go hand and hand with most armies…look at the Nazis, the Iranians, the Iraqis…

But finally, what convinced me that they have an army, despite the somewhat restricted definition, is that this force has managed, in the last 6 days, to attack threee million people by firing almost 1,000 rockets. No, it isn’t that they lack forces; rather, they lack the ability to want peace. The best soldiers are those who do not want to fight because they will fight with more determination to return to their homes. The bravest soldiers are those who want to live and want to make sure their families are there when they come home. They do not hide behind their wives and children, put guns and explosives in holy places.

So, what do we have? An army – oh definitely. They are an army of terrorists determined to fight civilians. And, as expected, they quake and run when confronted with a true army. More than 100 people a day are dying in Syria, yet the Arab governments, even the Syrian government, is focused on getting Israel to stop, to accept an enforced ceasefire.

More people died in Syria today than have died in all of the last 6 days in Gaza, in fact, more people were killed today in Syria than in the last four months in Gaza. So what is the big deal?

The big deal, I think, is the utter embarrassment it will be to the Arab world when a true and trained army takes on a terrorist army on their own terms – force to force, soldier to soldier. I hate that this has to happen; that my son will be part of it. But if our soldiers don’t face theirs, the Palestinian soldiers will continue to fight their chosen target – the people of Israel, our civilians, our children.

Paula R. Stern

Eulogies for Ahmed Jabari Begin in Gaza

Thursday, November 15th, 2012

9:31 AM Eulogies for Ahmed Jabari have begun in Gaza. At 11:30 AM they will be taking what’s left of the terrorist’s body to burial

Note to IDF: 11:30 might be a good time to kill a lot of terrorists in one shot.

Jewish Press News Briefs

Digging Up Arafat

Tuesday, November 13th, 2012

The Palestinians are digging up the body of Yasser Arafat. They have been claiming that Arafat was poisoned by Israel, and are now on a quest to prove just that.

The concrete and stones of Arafat’s mausoleum in Ramallah are currently being removed, in a process that will take around 2 weeks.

After which French, Russian, and Swiss experts will determine if the exhumed Arafat was poisoned by polonium-210 as Al Jazeera has suggested.

Jewish Press News Briefs

Love And Fear…Of Food

Friday, November 2nd, 2012

Some of us climb a scale each day in terror and dread. Some of us alight a scale, with our hearts thumping and throats tightening. We may know how to jump off and on, or gyrate this way or that to create a different number. And we will stare at that all important number – which could very well dictate our mood for the rest of the day. We believe the final number to be the true judge of our worth – of how well we are doing. And we are sorry that the scale could not be fooled.

I try not to think back to those obsessive weighing-in days. Yes, I am not as slender as I was back then. Yes, I still have days where I feel very large, and need to remind myself that I am much more than a dress size. One day I discovered other ways to monitor size, and my scale lost its power over me. No longer was my self-worth tied to random blinking numbers. I bravely abandoned the scale that was my companion most of my youth and put it away. I learned about a whole world that did not revolve around food plans and rigid choices. I learned that food could be my friend, and I could enjoy it based on my tastes and likes. I learned that my body actually knows when food is necessary, and that I could trust my hunger. I realized that G-d wants us to eat and enjoy, instead of feeling tortured when faced with tasty food.

Eating is a constant, and we ought to notice what it is we consume. What am I choosing to eat at this moment? Do I eat with abandon, or with awareness? Am I even enjoying the food? Am I making my blessings properly, before and after a meal or snack, expressing to G-d how grateful I am for these choices?

I think of a friend, a mentor from my days in New York. She was a truly special woman who not only raised a large family, but had also begun to have grandchildren. Then she succumbed to an awful illness and quickly was gone. The first thought I had then upon hearing the news was “but she never got to be as thin as she wanted.” Yet, G-d took her. Her time was up.

What if we spend our all our waking moments mourning over an extra morsel of cake? What if we regret our food decisions each time we make them? What if we don’t see what we’ve become?

All of us are expert calorie counters. We know all the labels, and can recite the calories fat and carbs of each item. Our generation is truly more educated than any other about food, and the consequences of eating poorly. Even young children have jumped on the food bandwagon, and can rattle off the fat contents and calories. We have the knowledge to make better choices.

It is good to be aware, to be sure we are not eating recreationally, to fill time, but rather that we are reaching for food based on our internal hunger signals. I wonder, though, do we focus equally on our spiritual progress?

The High Holidays are just a few weeks behind us. We have been judged by the one true Judge – and we made promises and resolutions. The real world, the real judgement of our worth, lies entirely in our behaviors and choices. Good intentions are nice, but only valuable if we make them concrete with action. G-d does not care about the number on the scales; He does not care how much we weigh. However, He does care about how we treat our mothers and fathers. He will measure the nuances of our speech around our coworkers and how we act when we are behind the steering wheel.

Am I spending all my waking moments mourning over something I ate that was high in calorie? Am I noticing how I look or who I have become? Do I appreciate the gift of what I do have? Do I truly revel in the present, appreciating life? Do I count my blessings or my calorie consumption?

Penina Scheiner

The Death Of Rebbi

Friday, November 2nd, 2012

When Rabbi Yehuda HaNasi, the redactor of the Mishnah known as “Rebbi,” lay dying, he made his sons promise him that after his death they would set the Shabbat table and light the candles for him every Friday night.

There is a connection between the righteous, the world to come and Friday night. All are invested with kedushah (holiness). Kedushah is synonymous with peace. Shabbat is synonymous with peace. Shabbat Shalom. Peace is a state of harmony between body and soul when they no longer fight each other and no longer pull in different directions.

Perhaps nobody suffered more from internal strife than King David. Abigail’s words of farewell to King David as he lay dying were “May your soul be bound up in the bundle of life.” In the world to come, when the body is separated from the soul, there is eternal peace.

The soul, having left the body, settles in its eternal resting place under God’s heavenly throne. This, however does not happen immediately. According to the Talmud, for the first twelve months after death, the soul wanders restlessly between heaven and earth trying to reunite with the body. The lifelong partnership with the body, however volatile it may have been, is not easily terminated. It is only when the soul has reached the eternal level of holiness that it finally comes to rest in the presence of God.

Hence the Kaddish is recited during the first eleven months of restlessness to assist the soul in its quest for peace. On Friday night we rest in peace from the physical toil of the week and have a taste of the world to come. Indeed, Shabbat is referred to as a mirror of the world to come.

Few people have managed to live in eternal peace during their own lifetime. One such person was Rebbi, who lived in the second century. As he lay dying, he lifted his ten fingers toward heaven and said, “You know that I toiled with my ten fingers in the study of Torah. May it be your wish that there be peace in my place of eternal rest.” The Torah is a tree of life to those who cling to it. Its roads are harmonious and its ways are peaceful. No wonder, then, that Rebbi, who toiled his whole life in the streets of the Torah, found peace during his own lifetime. Indeed, he was known as our holy Rebbi, Rabbeinu Hakadosh.

It seems that Rebbi was so content in this world that he did not want to leave. “Why are you crying?” asked Rabbi Chiyah, the disciple of Rebbi. “You know it is a good omen to die with a smile.”

“I am crying on account of the Torah I will no longer be able to study and the commandments I will no longer be able to perform,” answered Rebbi.

Rebbi’s disciples did not want him to leave either. Neither, of course, did his “maidservant” (Amtei deRebbi). So they decreed the day a public fast and gathered around Rebbi’s home in the mountain village of Tzipori and prayed for his recovery.

“Anybody,” they warned “that breaks the news of Rebbi’s death will himself be put to death.” And as long as they prayed, Rebbi did not die. But he suffered terribly. And his “maidservant” could see him suffer no more. So she ascended to the roof carrying an earthenware jug. She turned her eyes heavenward and cried out, “the angels seek to take Rebbi and the people seek to keep Rebbi. May it be Your wish that those above overcome those below.”

But the disciples would not stop praying and would not release Rebbi from his suffering. So Rebbi’s “maidservant” held the earthenware jug aloft and cast it down into the street below where the disciples stood praying. The crash of the earthenware on the street below silenced their prayers for an instant and Rebbi’s soul departed. “Bo b’shalom” – come in peace – the angels greeted him.

The soul of Rebbi was equally at peace both in this world and the next. His soul did not suffer the distress of the wandering souls. And so we are told that each Friday night when Boi B’shalom was recited, he would return home, sit at the Friday night table and say Kiddush for his family. One Friday night, however, a neighbor saw him. Fearing that those who saw him would elevate him in their minds above his peers, he departed and was never seen again.

Raphael Grunfeld

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