It's oft been noted that Yishmaelites can "smell fear".
Like wild dogs giving chase to a wounded buck, their excitement grows commensurate with the terror of their prey.
And in Yishmaelite society the resultant bloodlust is a cherished commodity: the marauder’s prowess is measured entirely by the extent of the butchered remains of his victim.
ON THE OTHER HAND…
Esav works differently.
He, too, has his fear-smelling counterpart, who—in sharp contrast to Yishmael’s blood stained hands and feverish yellow eyes—comes neatly dressed in a tailored suit and tie, a crisply laundered twill-weave shirt (cuffs and collar starched), polished teeth and impeccable manners.
He's a CEO or top level bureaucrat, a political decision-maker or career security apparatchik.
But however he styles himself, its always the same ice-cold demeanor and the same callous indifference to pain, harnessed NOT toward the capricious spilling of infidel blood (though that, indeed, is the ultimate result of his machinations), but to the expansion of his economic dominance.
The Esavian marauder's prowess, of course, is tallied in accord with his wealth.
In brief, while Yishmael is stalking you with his knife, Esav seeks a chokehold on everything you buy—from smart bombs to Nutella.
And it doesn’t matter if it’s poisonous or cancer causing or soul destroying: buy it you will, because he's already expended a truckload on "peacefully" coercing you to consume it.
So… both Yishmael and Esav are intent on killing you, one from up close and one from a mahogany panelled boardroom in Dallas.
So what do we do...?
How to overcome this dual threat that now threatens to take control of our homeland?
The answer is—
First, fear no man.
It's become pat in religious circles to say this, but who can honestly claim he fears only Hashem?
It requires great effort, constant learning and a conscious striving to mitchazek b’emuna to a level that’s now required.
Parallel with that, we obviously have to dump the notion that TzaHaL or the police or Bibi’s Israeloid diplomatic corps are going to save us.
Not gonna happen.
So, inscribe it on your heart...
Only Hashem can harm you.
So dont give him a reason to...
Tachzor b’teshuva and get straight with Him now.
You know your weaknesses and your stumbling blocks.
Start to overcome them.
That’s how you deal with Yishmael, the blood-crazed, knife-wielding lunatic.
By ridding yourself of fear.
As for Esav, the approach is somewhat different.
You’ll require a food source—and by that, we dont mean a makolet. Preferably, a place to grow your own, or proximity to someone who does. Chickens and goats are best. Weapons will also help. A G-d fearing community nearby never hurt, either.
With respect to all the foregoing, though, it's important to add that you'll have to be willing to give up on most of those comforts you once valued.
We’re passing through a time of necessity, not choice.
Lengthy baths and gym visits, afternoon coffees and casual city strolls are over with.
We’ve entered a war reality.
And if you haven't yet internalized that, we guess you soon will.
Like the clap of a midnight gunshot.
Dean Maughvet