Dear A., IQ parachuting syndrome is a known and completely natural phenomenon among all who come into contact with Haredim. In order to avoid the accompanying damage, one should maintain physical and mental “social distancing.”
Best regards, Benjamin “Healer of the Sick” Gurlin

So I assume otherwise. A short, to-the-point generalization.

Benjamin, I think researchers really should get close to them. Studies and statistics should be done on them, so that others may see and take warning.

The nonsense you’re writing deserves to be deleted.
It lowers the level.

Indeed, you’re lowering the level. Delete yourself and get out of the corner of my eye. Thanks.

Dear David Zigel, the things we write look like nonsense only to those who are incapable of grasping their depth. If you have a substantive comment on what was said, we’ll address it respectfully. Dismissing things as nonsense or straw is not the king’s highway, but the path of those walking the crooked Haredi road.

To A.B.G., the two golden pitchers together, abundant peace!

If both of you felt your IQ dropping when you got close to Haredim (or Haredi-im 🙂 )—perhaps, in your cognitively diminished state at that moment, you were unable to fully grasp their thinking and appreciate the depth of their wisdom?

Regards, Shimshuyin Leitz

Am I the only one to whom it seems obvious from the question that he clearly never studied with Haredim?

Dear “And a Question for A.B.G.,” as is well known, even in a diminished cognitive state one can easily grasp the thinking of Haredim, since their reasoning is fixed with its end in its beginning and its beginning in its end, and the depth of their wisdom is measured not by standing upright but by lying flat on one’s back.

If you discovered that your IQ dropped, it happened because the average IQ of the population went up.

Haredim and Gemara is what bothers you? What bothers me much more is that Religious Zionists don’t know how to strap sandals.

And I’ve noticed that redheads don’t know how to play chess.
A. — do you agree?

To the dot trying to imitate my dash-dot, hello. I studied 6 years in a Haredi yeshiva and my brain barely survived—enough? Or by your method do you need 7 years, like a psychologist, heaven forbid by comparison?

Haim, no connection.

With God’s help, 24 Tammuz 5780

To A. — greetings,

It may be that if you had learned the Gemara with a “comma,” with the methods of the halakhic decisors, medieval and later authorities, to draw a practical halakhic conclusion from the discussion, you would have connected to it more, for great is Torah study that leads to action.

Best regards, Sh.Tz.

Dear Sh.Tz., hello to you too.

I learned without a comma and without a dot, following the method of the Gemara itself, with medieval and later authorities in their own words. It felt more mystical to me, as if there were something hidden here that one had to dig toward. “To draw a practical halakhic conclusion from the discussion” connected with me less ever since Rabbi Ovadia Yosef ruled not to pick your nose on the Sabbath.

Honestly, Rabbi Michi, I wish I had your level of patience when it comes to internet trolls. You’ve been blessed.

As many people as have written here, myself included, are regulars here who discuss things, and I’ve never once seen you discussing anything, so maybe you’re actually a troll? And maybe you’re a troll because your mind is too weak to grasp the depth of our words? And maybe both are true? Tell me, did someone invite you here that you’re sticking your nose into my discussion? If it’s uncomfortable for you, don’t read. Read in places that are comfortable for you, troll.

A., this response calls for some analysis. First, if they are regulars, so what? The accuser may accuse that the entire permanence is trolling, in the vein of “I am a bandit and I conquered it.” And as for what you demanded—that he say whether someone invited him, etc., that he’s sticking his nose into the discussion—the respondent may reply: remove the beam from between your own teeth, and tell us whether someone invited you, etc., that you’re sticking your nose into the site. Most likely the number of readers exceeds the number of writers several times over, and therefore a regular reader is also a regular guest. And further clarification is needed as to whether D. Y. is in fact the great Rabbi Y.D., who pitched his tent here from long ago, and was known before we were formed in the womb.

Regarding the implied criticism of “sticking one’s nose in,” it should be noted:

A. Sticking one’s nose in adds wisdom, as it is written, “Yet my wisdom stood by me,” and the Sages expounded: “The wisdom I learned with strain is what stood by me.”

B. The habit of sticking one’s nose into this site lessens the severity of nose-picking, which is forbidden on the Sabbath (as A. taught us). When one sticks in his nose and others pick it, this is an inevitable but unintended result, which is permitted at least according to our Sephardic brethren.

C. There is also in this a preparation of Rabbah of “baseless love” in honor of the coming day of “Tissue in the Nose,” may it come upon us for good; may God turn it into joy and gladness.

With the blessing of “a bit of contentment,” from me, “The Handkerchief Troll”

A., you took my comment personally, huh?
How do you know I don’t discuss things on the site? Does the name I use have to be identical in all comments?
Apparently you’re right, my mind probably isn’t sharp enough to get into discussions like “Haredim don’t know how to learn.” Good thing we have our master, chief, rabbi, and teacher A. for topics like these that stand on the heights of Olympus. Fortunate are we that we have merited this.

And your mnemonic sign:
“And I will pour out for you a blessing without limit” — until your lips wear out from saying D.Y.

Best regards, Sh.Tz.

I’ll let you in on a secret: I don’t take anything personally. I made peace with myself a long time ago. The whole core of our struggle in this life is dealing with thoughts. Thoughts are like clouds that come from nowhere and pass on to nowhere. And I accept every cloud that comes, no matter how much I play with it. You’re welcome to come at me till you can’t tell the difference—if you can, of course. There’s someone here with rather unusual meditative experience. Good luck.

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