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The Temple Mount

By Rabbi Meir Kahane, Zt”l

(from Uncomfortable Questions for Comfortable Jews, 1987)

israeli flag flying over masadaIt was the unforgettable, majestic, glorious day in June, 1967, as Jewish soldiers crashed through the walls of Jerusalem’s old city. Redeeming, reclaiming, liberating the ancient streets and alleyways; racing towards the Wall, scaling it and then – the electrifying words of the Commander, Motta Gur: “The Temple is in our hands! The Temple Mount is in our hands!”

There was not a Jewish heart that did not pound with a sense of Divine, historic moment. There was not a Jewish spine, so straight and proud after two millenia of being supine, that did not shiver in a sense of awe. There was not a Jew, though the most extreme of scoffers, who, at that moment, did not see G-d!

“The Temple Mount is in our hands!” Jerusalem of Gold, of holiness, of David; Zion, out of which the L-rd roared and uttered his voice. The Temple Mount, from which the trumpet the Holy One, Blessed Be He, blasted. “When our fee within thy gates, O Jerusalem” – we wept with tears of disbelief. For the Temple Mount was in our hands. . . “As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the L-rd is round about people” – and we knew it to be true. For the Temple Mount in our hands. “Ye that stand in the courts of the House of G-d, praise the L-rd!” And we believed. For the Temple Mount in our hands!

Let me quote from a letter that appeared in the March 1979, issue of Maariv, Israel’s largest newspaper. It was written by a rabbinical student at Yeshivat Merkaz Harav and is obligatory reading for all those who, for Zion’s sake, will not be silent: “It was the Shabbat, when many Jews come to visit the Old City of Jerusalem. . . . Suddenly, after leaving one of the gates near the Temple Mount, the rioting began. Tens of Arabs, throwing stones and carrying knives and broken bottles, came at us. A storekeeper leaped upon me and I joined the others fleeing, as my hand bled profusely, eyeglasses left behind.

Beit Hamiqdash“How could it happen in the State of Israel today? Arab police are responsible for the safety of the East Jerusalem region. ‘Autonomy’ already exists when Arab police see Arabs throwing stones and nothing is done to arrest them. One who was arrested was a yeshiva student who kept calm and tried to help others. Before my very eyes, the police leaped upon him like wild beasts. This can serve to show us what we can expect in the future under `autonomy’… “

Jerusalem. Where in 1967, electric shocks of ecstasy, a national thrill of incredulity, swept the Jewish people throughout the world, as Israeli Jewish troops smashed into the Old City, sweeping terrified Arabs before them as chaff in the wind. Jerusalem, City of David, Jerusalem of the Temple Mount and Western Wall and Holy of Holies and Zion, was, once again, in Jewish hands – all of it, Jewish. By the tens of thousands Jews streamed through the alleyways of the Old City where just afew days before the Arabs had ruled and no Jew dared step. Now, the Arab – awed, shattered – groveled before the Jew whom he saw as being blessed by G-d and His miracles. Fear gripped the Arab in Jerusalem just as pride and confidence and certainty was the Jewish cloak in the wake of the awesome war of Six Days.

Jerusalem. Where, by 1986, less than 20 years later, Jews fear to go to the Wall by way of the Demascus Gate as Jews are stabbed and shot in the same marketplace and streets where a short time earlier they walked as Jewish giants on the earth. As night falls, only a handful of foolhardy Jews risk walking through what the Israelis allow to be called, still, the Moslem Quarter. No Harlem ever held greater fears for the Jew than parts of his own capital city. Nothing more underlines the obscenity of Jewish fears in their own capital than the picture report that appeared in the Jerusalem weekly, Kal Ha’Ir (August 4, 1984).

Three pictures; all taken in the Old City of Jerusalem. The first shows a hassidic Jew, surrounded by Arab youngsters, two of whom have snatched his hat from his head. The photo shows a policeman standing calmly by with obviously no intentions of intervening. He is, like the vast majority of police in the Old City, an Arab.

The second picture shows the Jew, watching helplessly as the Arabs taunt him. The Arab policeman has, by now, disappeared.

The third shows a large rock being thrown by an Arab youth at the Jew. It hit him in the head. Another day of Jewish pride in Jerusalem, Zion. The tragedy of Jewish glory turned into humiliation and fear by a Jewish policy that defies any normal logic and understanding.

Jerusalem, where the Jewish students on Mount Zion sign a petition of desperation, detailing not only sexual and criminal assaults on them by Arabs, but the cynical indifference and lack of any law enforcement by the local police – Arabs.

“We, the undersigned to this petition, are demanding security , for our lives and property. For the past ten years there have been ‘, thousands of incidents such as those outlined in this petition: Stabbings, rapes, attempted rapes, molestings, obscenities through indecent exposure, burglaries, vandalism. . . .” And the police do nothing. And Jerusalem becomes Arab autonomy. The tragedy of a Jewish policy that defies any normal logic and understanding.

A, Jewish policy? Say, rather a policy of Jews that was conceived in un-Jewishness and born in gentilized fear and timidity, a policy whose apex of humiliation is the desecration of Judaism’s holiest site – The Temple Mount. The very moment of glorious Jewish victory in 1967 was the beginning of a flight to shame.

It began immediately after the greatest Jewish victory and miracle in 2500 years. The terrified and cowering Arabs of East Jerusalem were approached by the Defense Minister Moshe Dayan. Not enough that the Israeli government of 1967 committed the worst of mistakes by not driving out the Arabs who hated Israel and had tried to wipe her out. Not enough that in their fear of “world opinion,” of what the Vatican and Islam might say, orders were given by the Israeli army to the liberators of the Old City not to use artillery to shell Arab positions lest they damage a single holy Moslem and Christian place (and how many Jewish soldiers died because of that policy!). The fearful and timid leaders of Israel immediately approached the heads of the Moslem community to assure them that the Temple Mount – the holiest of holiest of Jewish places – would remain in their hands. Jews were forbidden to enter there to pray, on their holiest site, a site stolen from them by invading Moslems who desecrated Judaism by building two mosques there. (And can one imagine the reaction of Moslems if Jews, conquering Mecca, built, on the holiest site of Islam – a synagogue?)

When in 1967, on the Fast of Tisha B’Av, the national day of mourning for the Jews, the anniversary of the destruction of both Temples, Army Chief Rabbi Shlomo Goren and 50 Jews went to pray on the Temple Mount. Defense Minister Moshe Dayan ordered the commander of the Central Command to prevent any further action that might incite the Moslems: “Honored Rabbi,” said the general, “if you will go up to the Mount again, I will be compelled to remove you by force.” The following day the Ministerial Committee in charge of the holy places met and unanimously forbade Jewish prayer that had been set for the following Shabbat. That was the beginning of a humiliating Jewish policy that stunned no one more than the Moslems who could not believe the manifestation of Jewish madness they had just seen.

From that day, the government of Israel, in a remarkable exhibition of masochism, has paved the way for a total change in Moslem attitude. From a frightened, cowering population, they turned into a confident, arrogant, dangerous one. From people who feared the Jewish conqueror, they became throwers of stones, knife stabbers, and grenade and bomb throwers. Most of all, the Temple Mount became once again theirs, this time returned to them by two-legged lemmings of the Mosaic persuasion – and they grow ever more passionately convinced that time is on their side.

The government, police, courts have all had a hand in the shameful, tragic Jewish descent into humiliation. Already on April 15,1969, responding to an order nisi against Police Minister Shlomo Hillel (who later went on to become Knesset Speaker), the State Attorney explained that Jews should not be allowed to pray on the Temple Mount because “premature prayer” (sic) there would raise grave security and international political problems. The years that followed saw police again and again forceably remove Jews attempting to pray on their holy site. Moslems watched in growing amazement, and growing arrogance and boldness, as the Jew who wished to enter as a tourist with camera and jeans was freely allowed access but the same son of Abraham entering with prayer shawl and prayer book was banned!

(In the years when American synagogues sold tickets for pews at High Holiday services, a rueful joke told of the Jew rushing up to the door without a ticket and telling the guard that he only wished to tell something to someone inside. Said the guard: “Fine, but if I catch you praying, I’ll throw you out.” The joke is alive and well today on the Temple Mount.)

Then, in 1976, a lower Jerusalem court, through Judge Ruth Or, ruled that Jews have a right to pray on the Temple Mount, but Police Chief Hillel blithely announced that he would continue to bar Jews. (This contempt for law is apparently endemic with Hillel as, nearly ten years later, in his capacity as Speaker of the Knesset, he announced that he would refuse to table certain bills by Knesset Member Meir Kahane, despite a High Court order to do so.)

The government hastily appealed the lower court order and on July 1, 1976, the Jerusalem District Court overruled Judge Or in a fascinating display of ghettoism. The court ruled that Jews who ‘ attempted to pray “demonstratively” (sic) on the Temple Mount were guilty of behavior “likely to cause a breach of the peace.” Jews had an unquestionable right to pray on the Temple Mount, but public order, ruled the court, overrules that right of prayer.

The decision was mindboggling, the product of thinking most Jews assumed had disappeared with the Warsaw Ghetto revolt. To state that Jews had a right to pray on their holiest site and then to declare that this should be prevented because of fear of Arab rioting, was a paean to the shtetl of Minsk, Pinsk or Casablanca. But not even this was enough for the Israeli government, which wished to remove the decision that Jews have a theoretical “right” to pray on the Temple Mount and an appeal was taken to the Supreme Court. Meantime, Interior Minister Dr. Joseph Burg (himself a leader of the National Religious Party) declared that “the law will be kept.” (Translation: Jews will not be allowed to pray on their holiest site.)

The astonished Arabs saw that the Jews, far from meting out to them the punishment they deserved and that they had given to the Jews when they ruled the Old City, were allowing them to retain all the power and authority that they would use later to demand total autonomy and independence. The Temple Mount served as the most glaring example of the fact that, despite Jewish protestations to the contrary, the land taken in 1967 was not liberated but “conquered.” The Jews had come not as returnees to their own borders, but as an occupation army. One who loses his property and then unexpectedly finds it does not allow it to remain in the possession of another. He leaps upon it joyfully and cries out: “It is mine!”

The Arabs correctly understood Jewish “concessions” to be the product, not of goodness and grace, but of timidity and fear. And so, from a cowering Arab, the Jews produced a sneering, openly hating, stick bearing, stone throwing, grenade tossing thing – a time bomb waiting to explode.

The newspapers described some of the events. In 1979, as a number of yeshiva students came up to the gate of the Temple Mount to pray (in front of and not on the Mount itself), they were showered with rocks. Soldiers hid behind cars because they had orders not to shoot, lest The New York Times and Time magazine feature them on their front pages. The head of the Central Command, General Moshe Levi, watched the mob. Levi, a member of the leftist Hashomer Hatzair kibbutz, was later to become Chief of Staff and won undying something-or-other with his statement during a speech in Tel Aviv (May 25, 1986): “To say that the Arabs are the enemy is simplistic and dangerous. For me the Arabs are not the enemy.” When the Jew excels, he outdoes all others-especially in madness.

I return to the newspaper account of the Arab riot in 1979: “‘Only in this state could such a picture emerge,”’ a police officer said angrily, yesterday, at the sight of the commander of the Central Command, Moshe Levi, and the head of the police central region, who entered the Temple Mount to meet face-to-face with angry Arab youths.

“The general walked over and asked them why they were holding sticks in their hands[!]. But during the entire conversation not one of them backed down and not one dropped his stick. ‘This is the real autonomy,’ muttered the same officer.”

Meanwhile, in 1980, the Knesset passed a new Jerusalem Law which declared in paragraph (3):

“The holy places shall be protected from any desecration or attack on anything likely to damage the rights of all members of religions to access to the holy places or their feelings concerning them.”

This paragraph which clearly – to all but those who would refuse to see – outlined the absolute right of Jews to access to their holy places, now seemed to guarantee that the High Supreme Court of Israel would order the government to allow Jews, on their holiest site, the same right of prayer that they allowed Moslems who had stolen the site. But no, the ghetto-shtetl syndrome remained part of the Israeli genetic code, proving once again that it is far easier to remove the Jew from the Exile than the Exile from within the Jew. On October 30, 1981, the High Court of Israel ruled on the issue. The following is the UPI wire service report:

“Jerusalem (UPI)–The Supreme Court today upheld the right of Israeli police to keep Jewish worshippers from praying on the Temple Mount because it creates a threat to public order, Israel radio said.”

A threat to public order. The Arabs might riot. Ah, if Meir Kahane were Prime Minister and the Arabs knew that the police had orders and full backing to use as much force as they desired to keep “public order” -is there one normal person who believes that there would be an Arab threat to public order?

Since then, the Arabs have systematically destroyed every vestige of Jewish presence on the Temple Mount, destroying valuable archeological evidence. A memorial to the Arabs killed at Sabra and Shatila is even placed on the Jewish holy site. The Temple Mount is on our hands!…

The lemmingism of the Israeli government is incredible! Who can count the ways? In February, 1985, the Mufti of Jerusalem, Sheikh Sa’ad a-din Alamei, told the French news Agency:

“Any Moslem who will give up one inch of Palestinian land will lose without benefit of appeal, every attachment to Islam.”

The Mufti, by declaring a ban on any Moslem who sold land or houses to Jews, was clearly guilty of sedition against the Jewish state. On February 26, 1985, I wrote to the Chief of Police asking that criminal proceedings be opened against the Mufti and personally filed a criminal charge with the police commander of Jerusalem’s Old City. In my complaint I noted that if a Jew were to hand out flyers called on Jews not to buy from the Arabs of the Old City because they were enemies of Israel and pro-PLO, he would be arrested for sedition (indeed, a few months later, that is precisely what happened). On March 13, 1985, the office of the Chief of Police sent me the following reply:

“Your complaint has been investigated and it is clear that the material of the investigation does not indicate a criminal offense. Because of this, the police will not investigate the complaint.”

The successor to the other Mufti who in the twenties and thirties led pogroms against the Jews of the Holy Land and who in 1942 met with Hitler to discuss the “final solution” for the Jews there, should have been given a Nobel Prize for extraordinary ability to keep from bursting into hysterical laughter. And, indeed, the Moslem religious leader has good reason to believe that Jews are mentally limited.

When the PLO conference was held in Amman, Jordan, in November 1984, one of the telegrams sent to Arafat was from the Jerusalem Mufti. It read: “From Al-Aksa mosque (on the Temple Mount) we emphasize our support of your Council and renew our oath of loyalty to the man of struggle Yasir Arafat. . . . Continue forward on your path, we are with you.”

When the Sephardic Chief Rabbi of Israel in January, 1986, called for a synagogue in the southeast part of the Temple Mount, Mufti Alamei declared: “Over the bodies of a million Moslems.”

The Israeli reaction? Timid and fearful silence, lest the Arabs, Moslems and world react. And so, a mentally unbalanced Jew, Alan Goodman, shoots and kills two Arabs on the Temple Mount declaring that he wishes to liberate the spot and “become king of the Jews.” Some thirteen years earlier, a Christian, Dennis Michael Rohan, set fire to the Al Aksa mosque. The Israeli court declared the Christian not criminally liable by reason of insanity. Yet Goodman, clearly unbalanced, received a life sentence plus two terms of 20 years. Once upon a time, in the Exile, the Jews would decide every major step by the proposition: What will the gentiles say? Then they created Israel, where Jews would be sovereign and free. . . . Laugh not, but rather weep for generations.

Jerusalem. Where the Palestinian autonomy and eventual state is being built. Jerusalem, which mirrors so much of the other desecration that fills the land. The Temple Mount is not in our hands. East Jerusalem is not in our hands. Judea and Samaria and Gaza and the Golan are not in our hands. The Biblical Eretz Yisrael which we liberated through G-d’s decree in 1967, is not in our hands.

“On Mount Zion which is desolate, there the foxes walk. . . (Lamentations 5).

The Temple Mount is in their hands, the foxes, the cunning Arab foxes. And the words of Motta Gur ring hollowly – and it is we who are to blame. We, who took a miracle and disdained it. We, who took holiness and profaned it. We, who were given a Zion, a Jerusalem, a Temple Mount – and gave it over to the jackal-foxes.

What we see today is a mini-renewal of Arab rioting, murder and pogrom of the twenties and thirties. Then, the Arab mobs surged into the streets shouting, “Addowlah ma’anah” (“The government is with us!”). They meant the British Mandatory occupation government. Today, the Arabs know that the Jewish “occupation” government, because of its fear of world opinion, has given strict orders to soldiers not to shoot. In that sense it has opened the door to Arab boldness and contempt and attacks on Jews. In that sense the Jewish government of occupation is also “with” them. The Arabs have smashed the dam of fear and it will spill over. If Jews are attacked on their way to the Wall, and if a Jew is seriously hurt, or, G-d forbid, murdered, and if the residents of the Jewish Quarter are in increasing danger-know that it is the Jews who are to blame.

He who controls the Temple Mount will control Jerusalem. And he who controls Jerusalem will control the Holy Land. And the desecration of the Land and of G-d is inconceivable. One shakes his head in utter incomprehensibility when reading the words uttered by Menachem Begin in 1977:

“If I become the Prime Minister, I will open the Temple Mount to Jews. I will not fear the reactions of the Christians and Moslems. ”

Begin became the Prime Minister. The Temple Mount is still in Arab hands.

Rabbi Meir Kahane on Jerusalem

It was the unforgettable, majestic, glorious day in June, 1967, as Jewish soldiers crashed through the walls of Jerusalem’s old city. Redeeming, reclaiming, liberating the ancient streets and alleyways; racing towards the Wall, scaling it and then – the electrifying words of the Commander, Motta Gur: “The Temple is in our hands! The Temple Mount is in our hands!”

Jerusalem of Gold, of holiness, of David ; Zion, out of which the L-rd roared and uttered His voice. The Temple Mount, from which the trumpet of the Holy One, Blessed Be He, blasted. “When our feet stood within thy gates, O Jerusalem” – we wept with tears of disbelief. For the Temple Mount was in our hands… “As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the L-rd is round about His people” – and we knew it to be true. For the Temple Mount was in our hands! “Ye that stand in the courts of the House of our G-d, praise the L-rd!” And we believed. For the Temple was in our hands.

The very moment of glorious Jewish victory in 1967 was the beginning of a flight to shame. Not enough that the Israeli government of 1967 committed the worst of mistakes by not driving out the Arabs who tried to wipe her out. The fearful and timid leaders of Israel immediately approached the heads of the Moslem community to assure them that the Temple Mount – the holiest of holiest of Jewish places – would remain in their hands. Jews were forbidden to enter there to pray, on their holiest site, a site stolen from them by invading Moslems who desecrated Judaism by building two mosques there. (And can one imagine the reaction of Moslems if Jews, conquering Mecca, built, on the holiest site of Islam – a synogogue?)

From that day, the government of Israel, in a remarkable display of masochism, has paved the way for a total change of Moslem attitude. From a frightened, cowering population, they turned into a confident, arrogant, dangerous one. From a people who feared the Jewish conqueror, they became throwers of stones. knife stabbers, and grenade and bomb throwers. Most of all, the Temple Mount became once again theirs, this time returned to them by two-legged lemmings of the Mosaic persuasion – and they grow ever more passionately convinced that time is on their side.

The government, police, courts have all had a hand in the shameful, tragic Jewish descent into humiliation. The years that followed saw police again and again forceably remove Jews attempting to pray on their holy site. Moslems watched in growing amazement, and growing arrogance and boldness, as the Jew who wished to enter as a tourist with camera and jeans was freely allowed access but the same son of Abraham entering with prayer shawl and prayer book was banned. The product of thinking most Jews assumed had disappeared with the Warsaw ghetto revolt.

The Temple Mount served as the most glaring example of the fact that, despite Jewish protestations to the contrary, the land taken in 1967 was not liberated but “conquered.” The Jews had come not as returnees to their own borders, but as an occupation army. One who loses property and then unexpectedly finds it, does not allow it to remain in the possession of another. He leaps upon it joyfully and cries out: “It is mine!”

The Arabs correctly understood Jewish “concessions” to be the product, not of goodness and grace, but of timidity and fear. The Arabs have systematically destroyed every vestige of Jewish presence on the Temple Mount, destroying valuable archeological evidence. A memorial to the Arabs killed at Sabra and Shatila is even placed on the Jewish holy site.

The Temple Mount is in our hands? When the Sephardic Chief Rabbi of Israel in January, 1986, called for a synogogue in the southeast part of the Temple Mount, Mufti Alamei declared: “Over the bodies of a million Moslems.” The Temple Mount is not in our hands. “On Mount Zion which is desolate, there the foxes walk …” (Lamentations 5). The Temple Mount is in their hands, the foxes, the cunning Muslim foxes. The words of Motta Gur ring hollow – and it is we who are to blame. We, who took a miracle and disdained it. We, who took holiness and profaned it. We, who were given a Zion, a Jerusalem, a Temple Mount – and gave it over to the jackal-foxes. The Arabs have smashed the dam of fear and it will spill over. If Jews are attacked on their way to the Wall, and if a Jew is seriously hurt, or, G-d forbid, murdered, and if the residents of the Jewish Quarter are in increasing danger – know that it is the Jews to blame.

He who controls the Temple Mount controls Jerusalem. And he who controls Jerusalem controls the Holy Land…

010 Tattoo Mayhem – Master Tattoo Artist: Adam Sky

 
adamsky003Adam Sky: A Modern Day Tattooing Hebrew
Interview: Joshua Andrews
Photos: Adam Sky

The traditional manner to becoming a professional tattoo artist is to find a working professional tattoo artist that is also a master at tattooing and to shmooze him/her into taking you on as his/her apprentice. To explain the shmoozing and the process of apprenticing-tattooing is entire article unto itself, but suffice it to be said, that being taught how to tattoo by the right person or people in the right tattoo studio with the right working atmosphere is like someone else in another field learning at esteemed elite learning institutions MIT or Harvard or Oxford or Israel’s Teknion. Not every tattoo apprenticeship is created equal and some apprentice tattoo artists that are taught by the tattoo world’s elite tattoo artists have serious advantages over other apprentices who learn from average tattoo artists. Adam Sky is a Jewish tattoo artist who learned how to tattoo from a master tattoo artist years ago, and he has since worked his way tattoo by tattoo to becoming a world class tattoo artist of international repute.

adamsky010JM: Where were you born?
AS = In a hospital, weren’t you? I think it was Toronto…..

JM: Where did you grow up? What high school did you attend?
AS = I grew up in Toronto more or less, and I went to a variety of high schools although I was usually expelled from a new school every year. My parents on my mother?s side are gypsies. They taught me to steal (mostly pick pocket) and they insisted that I steal from other student?s lockers. I was in trouble with the law a lot as a kid. I hit a kid with a flaming 2X4 once and that was the last straw for me at high school. It was too bad because I was going to an art vocational school and getting good grades aside from my regular truancy.

JM: What is your Hebrew name?
AS = I don?t have a Hebrew name, but I was yelled at a lot in Hebrew….dads who caught me with their daughters….they called me a lot of names in Hebrew! You should ask them. I dated Rachael Rosen (daughter of Harry Rosen, as in Harry Rosen Clothes) when I was 14. Because my father?s name is Reichmann (as in the Toronto/New York Reichmann family), Rachael was excited to introduce me to her father. Rachael?s boob was the first boob I ever touched. It was truly a remarkable Jewish boob. We made out under her Boy George posters and turned The Young and the Restless waaaay up so her parents wouldn?t hear. Little did she know that although Reichmann was on my birth certificate, I was raised by gypsies as I was the gypsy love child in a secret scandalous Jew/Gypsy afair. To this day, I still get ?fuck off? money from the Reichmann family to not go forward and name names.

adamsky009JM: Are/were both your birth parents Jewish?
AS = Both my parents are Jewish although my mother is half Jewish, half Gypsy. My mother was my father?s fortune teller.

JM: Where were they born?
AS = In hospitals…..why do you keep asking that?

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JM: Where your grandparents from?
AS = My father?s side (Reichmann) is from Germany, specifically the Black Forest region. My Great Grandfather was famous for hijacking an airplane to escape Nazi Germany just before the War. The Reichmann family owned textile factories in Germany leading up to WWII. His factories were seized by the Nazis and my Grandfather had enough money to hire a plane to fly to Austria when he was just about to lose his company for good. He took his family and hijacked the plane and had it flown to England. The rest is history that?s widely available in modern Canadian/American Jewish history books. My grandmother?s side is very poor Romanian/Polish Gypsy stock.

JM: Did you go to Hebrew, religious school?
AS = No, I was too busy trying to pick pockets. If I didn?t steal enough, my mother?s boyfriend would lock me in the trunk of his Cadillac for days at a time. My father?s family set aside money for me to go to Hebrew school but my parents secretly spent it on livestock for our circus shows.

JM: Did you celebrate anything Jewish growing up?
AS = I was forced to join the circus at one point. My mother?s boyfriend was in serious gambling debt so he sold me and my sisters to the circus. True story! I was forced to perform with Scamp the Wonder Pig. No shit you should have seen the tricks that Scamp did! Her trainer was this Carney freak named Harold. He was this old dude, but he had that pig dialed in. I tried my hand at working with the pigs, but it didn?t work out. I got fired for hitting on the boss? girlfriend. Hey, you know? Oh, so no I didn?t really celebrate many holidays, although I used them as an excuse to get out of doing work at the circus. No pig feedings on the high holidays and Saturdays, you know? You ever seen a pig in a tu-tu? That shit is funny! Although I always appreciated the irony of a Jew working with a pig, even at that young age.

adamsky008JM: Have you traveled much?
AS = With tattooing, I have been around the States, Canada, and parts of Europe….hey; did you know that European women don?t shave their bits? Nasty! But you can phone up a hooker in Amsterdam and she will even bring you pizza and a bag of pot and even groceries!

JM: What were your artistic influences and what is your art background?
AS = My parents encouraged me to go to art school as early as 10 years old. I would reproduce my favorite comic book heroes all the time and I think they saw a future in art forgery that they could capitalize on. They had me forging cheques pretty early on. I liked art school because I could draw nude models and some of them were even pretty. I got thrown out of art school for pleasuring myself in the supply closet between classes. The models thought it was cute but the school director didn?t appreciate it. I got thrown out of 3 art schools in Toronto by the time I was 15. By the time I was in high school I was regularly failing my art classes as I found them not so challenging. Picking pockets was more challenging, as was stealing cars from the faculty parking lot. I once stole a vice-principal?s car and drove it as far as Halifax before being caught. I always appreciated Jackson Pollack. Early impressionism is my biggest motivator to produce tattoos.

JM: How did you come to learn how to tattoo?
AS = I was put in youth detention camp for stealing a car and driving it to Halifax when I was 15. My bunk mate encouraged me to learn how to tattoo as I was a very scrawny kid and an easy mark. I quickly applied my art background to makeshift tattooing. I love telling people I learned to tattoo in jail when they ask this question because it?s true! I only knew how to tattoo with soot scrapings from the cieling and a sharpened toothbrush for the first few years of my career. I eventually moved up to guns scavenged from Sony Walkman motors. Now I only use exclusive Buck Turgenson Irons. I?m one of the only tattooers in Canada to use these hard to find machines and my clients seek me out from all over because of this.

adamsky007JM: Who were your teachers for tattooing?
AS = I got my first job at my first tattoo shop at Biff Cooper?s Tat Shack, Guns, Gold and Tackle shop on the Danforth in Toronto. I worked there until I was in my twenties after Biff turned the shop into a marijuana paraphernalia store. There was always an amazing assortment of characters in that shop and it was a primo learning experience all around. Plus you get a lot of cool shit that people pawn and never pick up. There was this old timer, famous Canadian tattooer who worked there named Chat Wooley. He was this half Japanese gentleman and although he spoke really bad English, he taught me how to fish, paint ?Precious Moments? figurines and be a better lover. Chat and I were an item for a long time. We?d go for long fishing trips on hot summer Ontario days. Those were probably the most joyous moments of my life. Chat had one eye, Biff had a peg leg and there was a girl who worked there named Cecelia who had one boob (the other was fake). I was the only person there with all of his body parts (knock wood).

JM: Where did you tattoo?
AS = Mainly in Vancouver at Sacred Heart and at New Tribe in Toronto. I worked for Crazy Ace at Way Cool a bit too. Now he has stories. I traveled through the U.S. and Europe as well under Crazy Ace?s wing. Ace once had sex on the hood of a rental car so hard that he broke the car. True story! When the car wouldn?t start, I though it was a biker plot to blow us up. I checked the car for IED?s (Improvised Explosive Devices). I?ve worked with a lot of great people.

adamsky006JM: What was it like owning a tattoo studio?
AS = Fun and hell, all rolled into one. Its like being in an abusive relationship. That or getting a blowjob and a hug from your mom, all at the same time. It just feels wrong.

JM: Why did you sell it?
AS = After a few years of running my own shop, I got very disillusioned with tattooing. I left the tattoo shop to pursue a career in television. I was Johnny Depp?s stand in for two seasons of 21 Jump Street. The hours in working in television are killer and I eventually got fired for getting in a fist fight with Richard Dean Anderson (McGyver) about a video tape I had of him hitting on Catholic school girls. In the video, he?s so drunk, he falls into a snow bank and passes out. Richard Dean Anderson was such a hard core alcoholic that he?d sometimes film his scenes laying down because he was so loaded, he couldn?t stand. I gave up my TV career after getting offered to come back to Sacred Heart as an employee.

JM: Has your perception of being Jewish, the Jewish nation and of Judaism changed much since when you were younger?
AS = No. Judaism plays little to no role in my life or my identity. I strongly feel that organized religion is the most terrible invention ever devised by mankind and I encourage everyone to denounce it and live their lives in pursuit of their dreams with love for all human beings. The closest I come to agreeing with an organized ideology is Buddhism.

JM: Are you married, single, divorced? Any children? Is your wife/partner Jewish?
AS = Married and she is not Jewish. No children.

JM: Have you ever visited Israel?
AS = No.

adamsky005JM: Would you ever consider visiting (again)?
AS = No. I try to steer clear of areas over run by religious fundamentalists.

20. Have you ever gone to a synagogue or celebrated a Jewish holiday?
AS = No.

JM: How do feel about anti semitism?
AS = I think they need a hug.

JM: Have you experienced much of it?
AS = Recently, everyone?s been calling me the Radical Jew at the tattoo shop – ever since someone from your office called me for the interview.

JM: What is your perception of anti semitism within the tattooing industry?
AS= It?s not really an issue.

adamsky004JM: Have you had Jewish partners/ G.F.’s?
AS = Living in Vancouver, there are not many Jews to choose from and what Jews there are here, they really keep to themselves. I?m never invited to their parties. I had many Jewess girlfriends in Toronto growing up as I?d play the Reichmann card constantly. The parking lot of the Rabbinical Sisterhood Private School was a regular parking spot for my I-ROC as a teen. I think in the States, I-ROC?s were called Z28?s.

JM: How did you come to set up tattoodles?
A = I realized a consumer need. People kept asking where they could find tattoo designs online….well…..

JM: Did you have financing?
AS = Hell no. 100% me. Tattoodles was launched on $11,000 in 2001. We?re now the Web?s largest and most comprehensive tattoo site, selling over a half a million dollars in subscription sales every year. We have two employees and two computers. We?re keeping it real.

JM: How have you been able to make tattoodles a success?
AS = Being a reputable tattoo artist was a big part of it. Tattoo oriented businesses started by people who are not actually tattooers tend to crash and burn as they aren?t on the front lines with the tattoo artists and clients every day.

JM: What do you do for a living?
AS = I tattoo and run Tattoodles, and on the side I play harmonica in a jazz fusion band. I like to ride my motorbike up in the hills and play harmonica to relax. Stay with me people……

JM: What do you know of the Jewish conspiracy?
AS = I pay my Army of ZOG dues every month.

adamsky002 JM: How do you feel about the notion that Jews comprise less than 1% of the worlds population, and Israel is one of the smallest nations on Earth demographically, yet Jews and Israel are in the news disproportionately than their numbers suggest that they should be?
AS = The same way I feel about battered children that grow up to batter their own children.

JM: Do you like Gefilte fish?
AS = White fish am the debil.

JM: Have youever eaten cous cous or smoked a nargila?
AS = Lamest question ever.

JM: : |
AS = )

JM: What Hebrew or Yiddish words do you know?
AS = Only the bad things that fathers have yelled at me as I was running down the street holding my pants up……..its all a blur.

JM: Thank you Adam Sky
AS = Truly, Adam Sky

www.tattoodles.com

adam@tattoodles.com

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010 Jewish Metal Mayhem – XAMAVAR

 

Jewish Metal Mayhem 010 – XAMAVAR

One of the biggest and freshest surprises to emerge from Israel’s robust underground metal / alternative / industrial music scene is a band by the name of Xamavar (pronounced Xam Ah var). Xamavar are known in Israel for their very unique and particular sound of Scottish bagpipes, classical violin, rocking metal guitar chops and relentless drums, accompanied by the operatic voice of their singer, who together produce music that is so refreshing to hear.

Savannah (vocals) is a vivacious opera-trained jazz singer from Australia, Shaemus (bagpipes) was instructed by some of the best pipers in Scotland, Jenia Fab (violin) received a meticulous musical education in St. Petersburg, Tsachi (drums) performed all over Europe with a renowned Israeli orchestra and Ramy (bass) is a self-taught musician and a devoted flower-child. Sadly the band just announced that Savannah is leaving to pursue her solo career and so they wish her well, but require a new singer of Savannah’s caliber.

Xamavar was founded by Jenia ‘J. Grand’ and Shaemus in October 2005. Xamavar’s music is conceived by Jenia ‘J. Grand’ (guitar), and the lyrics are jointly crafted by Shaemus and Savannah.

Blind Still Trill’, ‘Older Pink’ and ‘Spongy Doom’ are the first songs to be independently released by Xamavar, indicative of the eruptive energy and the mesmerizing/friendly complexity of their material.

‘Blind Still Trill’ has also been licensed for the compilation CD ‘Israel Unleashed’, released by JMG in November 2007.

Older Pink

Xamavar performing their song ‘Spotless’, live at the cityhall club, November 16th 2007

Promo CD available for purchase at:

Tel Aviv ‘HaOzen HaShlishit’
(48 King George street)

Naharia ‘Piccolo’
(36 HaGa’aton street)

010 The Matzah Challenge

 

JewishJournal.com VideoJew Jay Firestone takes ‘The Matzah Challenge,” a blind taste test to determine the flavors and brands of several matzahs.

For more information, visit JewishJournal.com.

Jewish Mayhem Issue 010 YUD

 

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