Ah, Popa, us contortionists love a good workout.
But I must beg to differ. I am a Zionist observant Jew, no more or less, not a “religious zionist” I am not beholden to this “camp” or that “camp”. I am also not blind, so forgive me for seeing the ikveso demeshicho (not just in the medina, but well before) as HKBH intends for those with open eyes to see.
It’s pretty simple to me, actually. It is who I am, its in my yichus, in the teaching of my parents and grandparents and greatgrandparents (including the one – among many others – who davened at the Mizrachi shul in Krakow in shtreimel and bekeshe), its in the old yishuv in yerushalayim where my grandfather was born, its in the yeshiva in chevron where my great uncle’s classmates were murdered. Its in the bases where my cousins are serving, its in the yeshivos they learned in first. Its in sefer Yirmiyahu. Its in the botei knesios at Katzrin and Masada.
In fact, the only thing I need to contort my brain to figure out is how you can be so obtuse about it. But in a very endearing way, of course.