The Porno Rabbi

The red light was there. Everyday. A beacon to not disturb. The rabbi was not to be bothered under any circumstances. A torah giant needs his rest. A scholar needs to rejuvenate to write and to think.

The red light was there. Everyday. There were no books written. No articles. There were just recycled speeches.

We didn’t see the other light. The blinking light. The furious blinking of the router. Thousands and thousands of bits and bytes to satisfy your insatiable appetite for porn.

You couldn’t just download one movie at a time, but it had to be more. You took the whole bandwidth. No one could work.

You accused others of stealing time. Time and time again. “Holy money” you cried.

Yet it was you. You stole. Stole our time. Stole our hearts and souls that we gave to you and our holy mission. We could never please you. You’ll never be pleased.

The red light was there. Everyday.

Everyday.

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