piety

Why does the rabbi disagree with the Hasidic faith?

I don't know what the "Hasidic faith" is. If you want to discuss, write one specific principle here and we can discuss it.

For example, the matter of a Rebbe being passed down from father to son, what is your opinion on the matter?

My opinion is that this is an unsuccessful mechanism in most cases. It leads to nepotism and power, ugly inheritance struggles, and the appointment of personalities who are not necessarily suitable. But sometimes being educated in a Rebbe's home gives you advantages in leadership.
You can't ignore the halakhic background, since the accepted concept in halakhic is that power is inherited.
But I wouldn't call this principle the “Hasidic faith”. It's an accepted Hasidic practice, like creaking and fiddle-tapping on Hanukkah:

It seems to me that this beautiful custom indicates a genius in public relations that is accompanied by a dumb and infantile audience that buys any nonsense that is sold to it. That already seems closer to the Hasidic faith. 🙂

At the beginning of the spread of Hasidism,
an opponent asked
why the son of a violinist did not become a violinist like his father
while the son of a Rebbe did become a Rebbe

and he replied and said: Because one must know how to play the violin!

Now it turns out that he was completely wrong.

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Very handsome. 🙂

And it was also learned in the portals that since the inflation in Admore, the world has been in a state of ad-more failure.

But the opponent is not entirely right. Until a few hundred years ago, a musician's son would indeed become a musician just as a miller's son would become a miller himself. They simply learned it at home from a young age from their father (internship). So the opponent's logic actually worked to create the opposite phenomenon. According to the same logic, a son of an admiral would become a son of an admiral.

His glory in the crowd of Hasidim:

Y An”sh // A harp to the roof

The holy court was silent
And the temple on its guard was silent
He leaned on the stage
Another moment from the beginning, another moment from the end.

A golden hand shook
And Pandora's box after a while
The hour of the s. In a white apron
and a sassanian bonnet
on his head a sable cap
red, a block-shaped hat and a Hasidic hat
and also a cellophane bag
he sends a swallow to the first
a musician with a diploma, or what else is a sable

well, those are some trifles
the principle is to keep the embers in the head
and the sables to the watch For the Ninth Symphony

The first sound of an attempt
The sound of two waves of disaster
The bow is not in the question
And Harbi in general floats to him in a cloud
When the grave of the storm
Often the skin of the drum is torn
The works of his hands are scattered in the sea
From his seat here he refuses to descend the ladder

And a shameful burden on his shoulder The violin
is strummed with a strum
wanting to return to the narthex to extinguish the light
to check itself with its strings
to laugh with a clear voice
and like the instruments of a string
he only wants to say to you
that all this really seems superfluous to him

Droyanovcik, you're raining pearls on us.

Droyanovcik, awesome!!!