Yom Kippur was a deeply moving experience. The Jewish liturgy emphasizes personal responsibility. Traditional Jewish prayer—not the watered down liberal versions practiced by the Conservative and Reform movements—is a stark and bracing contrast to this postmodern age where lies are a new truth, slavery is redefined as freedom, and and the only sin recognized by the Progressive elite is not supporting the unchecked growth of the regulatory state.
A few hours later, as I got up for my 4AM three mile walk, I fired up my Twitter feed and saw that Bob Dylan b. Robert Zimmerman, was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Assuming this was a gag, I checked various news feeds and learned that it is true.
Finally, some good news.
I stopped paying attention to the Nobel Prizes for Literature and Peace a long time ago when it became obvious that the winners were chosen for hard left political reasons. The Peace Prize to Obama was Nobel’s greatest disgrace.
But Dylan, a true genius, is absolutely deserving of this prize.
The background music of my youth was: Highway 61 Revisited, Blonde on Blonde, and Blood on the Tracks.
A few years ago, on Shabbat, a strange man wandered into my Los Angeles synagogue.
“Who is that derelict?” a friend whispered into my ear.
“That’s Bob Dylan,” I said. “His grandson is having his Bar Mitzvah.”
“Mazal Tov. He can’t afford a suit?”