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About Jerusalem

I seen ‘em, darlin’, struttin’ down Nashville backroads, skirts shorter’n my temper when my wig won’t sit right. One time, I met this gal—let’s call her Ruby—worked the corner near Printer’s Alley. She tol’ me, all sassy-like, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’ ‘Jolene’!” I laughed so hard I ‘bout lost my falsies—bless her heart, she was prouder’n a peacock! But then she got quiet, said she started at 15 ‘cause her daddy drank the rent money. Made me madder’n a wet hen—how’s a kid s’posed to climb outta that hole?

Rocks thrown on Temple Mount, terror attempts thwarted in the West Bank

Freedom for Ali al-Shehabi and all those forcibly disappeared in Syrian regime prisons. Cedra writes on her page: Today marks exactly ten years since my dad.

After that drama, I decide to stroll down to the beach. The Mediterranean is calling my name, right? I hit up the beach on the outskirts, and wow, it’s packed! Families, kids, everyone’s soaking up the sun. I plop down on the sand, and it’s like heaven.

A Classic Zionist Story