Fakers Never Win; Dingbats Never Prosper

I have to believe in certain foundations of life...or lose my mind and all hope.

I have to believe that certain things are eternal and not even man can destroy them.

I have to believe in justice, divine if not human. I think we have to strive for justice in all we do, knowing that sometimes we will fail, or the system will fail us, or our leaders, or simply life. But in that moment when you know that something has failed, you have to believe in Divine Justice. There is no escaping the crimes you commit. There is a saying that has always bothered me. I accepted it and yet it is too painful to believe. "Justice delayed is justice denied."

I used to believe that until I realized what it meant in the fullest sense. It means you don't have faith in God. It means you don't believe deeply enough that what man escapes in this world, he pays for in the next. I had a woman take me to court and lie. Israeli courts almost automatically and blindly take the side of the employee...and that can be good...except when the employee lies. To some extent, the court knew this woman was lying and so while awarding her way less than she asked for, it was more than she deserved.

Without hesitation, I paid what the court ordered and as I wrote the check I thought to myself how lucky I was. What you steal in this world, you pay for in the next.

And where does all this come from today? A few days ago, a woman (I call her the dingbat), wrote to me to ask me what was happening on the Temple Mount. She told me she was in the US with her sick son. I told her.

The dingbat then told me that I was lying. That I had no right to criticize Benjamin Netanyahu. She told me that the metal detectors were still there. I sent her a picture proving that Bibi had indeed ordered them to be removed. She told me I was lying again and then, it turned from annoying to comical. Apparently, the dingbat then came up with the bright (and wrong) idea that I was lying.

Better, she decided that I wasn't in Israel "you are in Wrightstown New Jersey. You liar [sic]."

I asked her if she was on drugs. Maybe she took too many; maybe she took too few. But clearly, the elevator was not going to the top floor; the light bulb had burned out. Maybe she was missing a few pieces of the jigsaw puzzle?

She came up with the bright idea that if the Muslims were rioting, they must not have gotten what they wanted.

But they did, I repeated again.

Then why are they rioting, she asked again. Me! I'm supposed to explain to her why the Arabs are rioting? Go ask them!

She says she tracked my phone...how? I was conversing with her on the computer and my phone number is intentionally configured to be hidden.

Then she pulled the "Defend Bibi" card - he wasn't the only one making the decisions; there's more going on than what I know about. Maybe, but I'm fairly certain, if she had to ask me if the metal detectors were there in the first place, that I know more than she does.

Then, it turns out, her name is Veronica; she's been attacking people for years, accusing them of being leftists, anti-Bibi, etc. Fake profiles on Facebook have brought me the Dingbat.

Blocked. Problem solved; dingbat gone.