❗️ WHO IS HE? ❗️
This scumbag attacked a 64 year old Jewish man in Midwood, Brooklyn.
He shoved him to the pavement and spewed Jew-hatred at him.
Then he fled.
July 21. 8:15 a.m. Kings Highway and Ocean Avenue.
The victim suffered back and hip injuries and was taken to the hospital.
Somebody knows exactly who this piece of shit is.
Repost until the coward is exposed.
Notice how Tisha b'Av is not about hating Romans even though the destroyed the temple. We don't go about harassing random Italians calling them "temple killers" or, in accordance to modern fashion, "genociders!" Hm.... do you think we should start doing that?
Remember the movie theatre that wrote "Before the Jews there was The Odyssey?" Well, the owner of the theatre has responded to the backlash to his blatantly untrue and antisemitic sign.
Apparently, he was subtly trying to point out that antisemitism is "overblown" and we all proved his point by reacting.
So, Jews reacted to him bringing up the Jews in an untrue and, frankly, weird way and that means we are making antisemitism up. He is very smart, as you can tell.
They told you tonight is the saddest night of the year.
They forgot to tell you the rest.
Because buried inside the saddest day on the Jewish calendar is a secret so wild the sages could barely say it out loud: **Mashiach is born on Tisha B'Av.** The very day the Temple burned is the day redemption is born. Same date. Same hour. The ashes and the cradle share an address.
That's the thing about our people — we don't do despair. We do *plot twists.*
Every empire that came to bury us wrote our eulogy too early. Babylon — gone. Rome — ruins tourists photograph. Every tyrant who swore this was the end became a footnote in a story that Jews are still telling their grandchildren by candlelight. We buried them all. And we did it not with armies but with *babies, books, and Shabbat dinners.*
So here's the rare truth nobody posts about tonight:
We are not a nation of mourners. We are a nation of *builders caught mid-blueprint.* This isn't a funeral — it's a groundbreaking. The dust on the floor tonight is construction dust.
You want to answer three thousand years of hatred? Throw a wedding. Have the kid. Light the candles louder. Give the charity anonymously and grin about it. Open your home so wide the whole block smells the challah. Every good deed is a nail in a building they swore would never rise.
Darkness has had its turn for two thousand years and it's *exhausted.* It's got nothing left. One match and it's over.
So mourn for an hour tonight — then get up, because we've got a Temple to build and a Mashiach to welcome, and the birthday party starts the second the fast ends.
They came to write our ending.
Joke's on them. We're the sequel that never stops.
Am Yisrael Chai — loud, alive, and just getting started.
Blessings. NEVER DESPAIR.
He told his students to go to the windows.
Get out. Jump if you have to.
Then Liviu Librescu walked to the classroom door and pressed his body against it.
He was 76 years old. He weighed 140 lbs
The gunman was in the hallway.
It was April 16, 2007. A Monday morning. Solid mechanics class at Virginia Tech, Room 204. Twenty-two students, most of them 19 or 20 years old.
At 9:45 AM, gunshots echoed through Norris Hall. Room by room, the shooter was working his way down the corridor.
Liviu heard it. He understood immediately.
He had survived the Holocaust. He had survived a labor camp. He had spent decades living under Communist oppression. He knew exactly what evil sounded like.
He told his students to escape through the windows. Second floor — it was a drop, but they'd survive. Then he walked to the door and held it shut with his body.
The shooter tried to force it open. It wouldn't move.
He fired through the door. Wood splintered. Bullets came through.
Liviu stayed.
Behind him, students were climbing out the windows. Dropping to the ground. Running. One by one, all twenty-two of them got out.
The shooter kept firing through the door.
Liviu held it shut until every student was safe.
Then the bullets killed him.
When police arrived, they found his body at the door.
All 22 of his students survived. Not one was injured.
Liviu Librescu was born on August 18, 1930, in Ploiești, Romania.
He was Jewish. In 1941, when he was eleven years old, Romanian authorities sent him and his family to a labor camp. His father died there. Liviu survived. When the war ended, he was fifteen.
He went back to school. Studied engineering. Earned a doctorate from the University of Bucharest.
But Communist Romania had no interest in allowing a Jewish intellectual to succeed. He was blocked from academic positions. Passed over for jobs he deserved. He applied to emigrate. The government kept refusing.
Finally, in 1978 when Liviu was 48 years old — Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin personally intervened. Romania let him go.
He had spent most of his adult life trapped in a country that didn't want him.
In Israel, he taught at Tel Aviv University. Published over 300 papers. Became an international expert in aeroelasticity — the science of how air flows over aircraft wings.
In 1985, Virginia Tech offered him a position. He moved to Blacksburg, Virginia. He taught there for 22 years. His students loved him — demanding but kind, high standards, genuine care.
He was still teaching full-time at 76. Still publishing research. Still showing up every Monday morning for solid mechanics.
April 16 was the first day of Passover — the Jewish holiday celebrating liberation from slavery and oppression.
Liviu Librescu died on the day his tradition sets aside to celebrate freedom.
He spent his entire life escaping death and oppression by luck, by persistence, by the intervention of others. And on his last morning, he chose to stand at a door so that twenty-two young people could have the future he had fought so hard to reach.
He could have run. He could have hidden. He could have climbed out a window with his students.
He chose to stay.
The Virginia Tech shooting killed 32 people that day — the deadliest school shooting in American history at the time.
Room 204 had zero casualties.
Because a 76-year-old Holocaust survivor held a door with his body until every student behind him was gone.
His funeral was held in Israel. Students from Virginia Tech flew across the ocean to honor him. The Israeli government awarded him the Star of David Medal posthumously. Virginia Tech named a scholarship in his memory.
His son said his father died the way he lived — protecting others.
A man who survived everything evil threw at him for 76 years.
On his last day, he made sure 22 kids survived too.
Professor Liviu Librescu. August 18, 1930 — April 16, 2007.
Holocaust survivor. Labor camp survivor.
302 published papers. 22 years at Virginia Tech.
22 students out the window.
He held the door.
1st Lt. Tyler James Feehan, 25, of Ewa Beach, Hawaii.
Pvt. Isabella Gonzales, 19, of Carrollton, Texas.
The ultimate sacrifice.
Our nation grieves.
Heroes. 🇺🇸
Customer: "Oat milk, please. Trying to lower my footprint."
Barista: "Course. Happy with the rapeseed oil in it?"
Customer: "Rapeseed oil? In milk?"
Barista: "It's not milk. It's oats, water, and a good glug of seed oil for the creaminess."
Customer: "I avoid seed oils."
Barista: "You're about to wear a moustache of one."
Customer: "...Almond, then?"
Barista: "Lovely. How do you feel about draining California?"
Customer: "The soy?"
Barista: "Comes with a complimentary top-up of oestrogen. On the house."
Customer: "...Coconut?"
Barista: "Flown across an ocean, and more saturated fat than lard."
Customer: "What's the little carton at the back?"
Barista: "That one's just milk. Cow, field, grass, done. No factory, no solvent, no asterisk."
Customer: "And the footprint on that?"
Barista: "She made it out of rain. Yours is the taxi you took here to ask."
I have not heard a single intelligent person defend the sale of F-35s to Turkey. Not one.
In fact, there is ZERO support for this plan among his voters.
The only people who appear to be tangentially supporting the idea are the anti-Israel radicals and antisemites who have convinced themselves that doing anything at all that upsets Israel is worthwhile, despite how much it hurts American interests and the safety of our troops.
“I cannot be asked to choose between being a liberal and being a Zionist.”
Actress, author and neuroscientist Mayim Bialik (@missmayim) rejects the false binary facing so many liberal Jews today.
Supporting Israel is not a betrayal of progressive values.
It is a belief in Jewish self-determination, dignity and survival.
And the obsessive hostility directed at Israel should make us all ask: why?
Mayim Bialik in conversation with @JonahPlatt on the @BeingJewishPod podcast.
Governor Josh Shapiro’s house was burnt down.
Congressional candidate Scott Weiner was harassed until he left a Pride March.
Representative Jared Moskowitz received hateful voicemails threatening to kill all Jews.
Representative Dan Goldman was banned from a coffee shop and his office was vandalized.
Harassing and attacking Jewish lawmakers is an attempt to push Jews out of public life.
That is not criticism of Israel. It is the end of a free society.
Hillary Clinton says something positive about President Trump, and even she warns the audience to brace themselves.
CLINTON: “I’m gonna say something positive about Trump, so, hold on….”
DAVID REMNICK: “I’ve got a grip on my chair right now.”
CLINTON: “Trump’s 20-point plan for Gaza is actually a pathway to security for Israel, reconstruction for Gaza, and the possibility of self-determination… for the Palestinians.”
“There are a lot of people who reject it because Trump did it, but it’s the only game in town. There’s nothing else.”
“I really believe if we took this 20-point plan… all of the 20 points, the whole approach... there is a glimmer of a possible path forward.”
This is the face of a man with integrity.
He may look defeated, and understandably so. The deal that was reached and signed is 1,000% something Marco Rubio would never support if he were the one in charge.
But he is also a patriot. He respects the administration. He understands the chain of command.
Hang in there, Marco.
In a couple of years, you may get your chance.