My first new car was a little silver Honda Civic I bought in 1972, right about when the white version of our President Elect, Barracks H Obaba, Jimmah Cahtah, was planning and um pontificating and um er dealing with um hostage situation of um Americans in Iran, and you had to wait in line every 3 days to um fill up your tank.

Anyway, I loved that little silver bullet. I could zoom up the Sierras from San Francisco to see my sister in Reno in no time and it was so fuel efficient even I, a lowly probation officer, could afford it.

Do not despair. I was alone, so alone I didn't know what to do with my time.

I would go to the shore in San Francisco, and watch the waves and try to remember my youth when the Atlantic shore always meant I was with my Mother or with friends.

This only made me feel more lonely because my mother was far away, and I had few friends. The windswept shore of San Francisco is a bleak place much of the time. Being there only increased my bleak loneliness

Somehow I managed to stick it out, years of loneliness drifted by, and I survived, only to land in a horrible marriage which betrayed my child. And, I survived that too.

Years later, I met a young woman who liked older men, and I was brave enough to pursue her.

She was very brave, and, luckily, she spoke in her sleep that she wanted to marry me.

20 years later, we have two incredible teens and a fine non lonely marriage. My first child has given me a grandson and, after a few years of stress, has become very close to her new step Mum.

All things are possible if we do not despair and give up.

Never stop connecting.

The best thing we have is our appreciation for each other.

Be thankful for the people you know. Nurture them and admire their unique traits.

Loneliness need not rule your life.

Nothing is permanent. Change is always creating new opportunities.

Never give up.

It was very weak soup, but her date, who later went on to be my wonderful stepfather, forgave her, and it became a great family joke.

My grandmother taught me that if you want a really rich batch of chicken soup, you not only need the whole carcass, it helps to ask the butcher for a cow bone with plenty of marrow in it to cook with your chicken soup for many hours.

Glen gets everything wrong, and, worse than that, he's so arrogant, he heaps mountains of stalin.com scorn on those who disagree with his angry, petulant bullshit.

What I would like to know, AGAIN, Glen, is how your Mum could have given you such a spiritual and peaceful name, and how you then went ahead anyway and became such a nasty person who cannot understand basic stuff like implacable foes. Do you understand the meaning of 'implacable foe?" Did you ever hear of 'kill or be killed?" Would you just quietly get on the box car, Glen?

Everything is so nuanced in your incredibly thick head, that you cannot understand right from wrong, good from bad, honorable from shameful and decent from obscene. Did your Mum hate Jews too. Did she marry your father in spite of his Jewishness?

And, how about Danny Pearl, Glen?

Remember Danny Pearl?

What if that happened to you, and they severed your head from your neck as you screamed in agony? What would your last thoughts be as they placed your severed head on your butt?

- "How could they do this to me?"

- "Don't they know I'm their friend?"

- "How could I have been so fucking wrong all my fucking miserable life?"

You may have noticed that there were Jewish guards with clubs in the film "The Boy in the Stripped Pajamas?

Maybe Glen never goes to movies like "The Pianist" or "Shindler's List" or "Sophie's Choice."

Maybe he's never set foot inside a holocaust memorial.

Maybe he has never sung "Hatikvah."

Maybe his mind works in such a way, he just cannot understand the term, "never again."

Never again means something.

The murders so carefully portrayed in "The Boy..." went on while the Allied Powers knew about the death camps, and did nothing to stop the trainloads from arriving. FDR sent back a boat full of European Jews. A world full of "good Christians" did nothing.

It's clear from Glen's trite spite and from so many of the posts here, that self hating Jews, like their Christian or Moslem or secular progressive Jew hating counterparts, feel that Israel has no right to defend herself. They would not mind at all if Israel is choked off as a Jewish homeland and destroyed.

Really, that's OK with me. Those of us who remain faithful to our heritage will remain determined to defend ourselves at all costs.

Try and kill us. Identify with those who are trying to kill us. We won't go away easily this time.