Bob Thomas

@RepJoshG Thank you for speaking out

Insane! The Michigan Democratic Party just nominated a candidate to be a University of Michigan Regent who has publicly praised Hezbollah terrorists as “martyrs” and called Israelis “demons” who “lie, cheat, murder and blackmail.” At a university with a large and vibrant Jewish student population, this is a disgrace that puts Jewish students at risk. jewishinsider.com/2026/04/michig…

@GeoRebekah @CBSNews I was supportive of your actions during the pandemic - this comment is so disappointing

@CBSNews So.. no evidence of what started this altercation but y'all ran straight to anitsemetic anyways..

Police in San Jose, California say they have launched a hate crime investigation following an altercation in San Jose, California on Sunday. A preliminary investigation determined that two men were approached by a group of three adult male suspects. An altercation occurred, which became physical, local authorities said. The victims alleged that the suspects used antisemitic language during the altercation, police said. The suspects fled the scene before officers arrived. Police did not announce arrests in the case. cbsn.ws/3MZIdL3

@WilliamShatner May his memory be a blessing

11 years ago we lost Leonard. 😔

@DahliaKurtz I'm so incredibly sorry - may his memory be a blessing

My papa died peacefully in my arms — with my mum by his side. Tuesday, February 10. At 1:18am. This after he endured a year of sheer torture. A cancer that could've been easily eliminated, ended up eating his face. Ravaging it. You've never seen anything like it. I feel like I'm mourning his life more than his death. He had a hard life. A life of sacrifice. While his 10-year fight changed Canada's Charter of Right and Freedoms to give millions and millions of Canadians protections against discrimination, he became the target of it. And while the past year was an absolute nightmare, I experienced some of our most beautiful and profound memories. Our relationship shifted. I became his mother. He became my child. But he never stopped being my teacher. He was unconscious and unresponsive the last few days. The day before he died, I was standing by his side. He suddenly awakened. I looked down. He looked in my eyes. Or through them. And pulled me down with all his might. In a hug. Then gave me a kiss on my lips. He had never done that before. Almost immediately he became unconscious again. That was his final burst of strength. A show of love. I saw things after he died that no loved one would ever want to see. The nurses worried. They didn't want those things to become my finally memories of him. But memories aren't chronologically-based. Memories are based upon what touches you. And you can categorize them by how you value them. I value that hug and kiss more than anyone will ever know. Nothing could replace them. That's the memory I see. That's the memory that keeps replaying in my mind. Over and over since he died. A few months ago, I was talking with a nurse... "May I interrupt?" he asks. "I don't have a lot of time left." That interruption came on a long, brutal day. Despite the wretched day, it's that quick quip of humour that still makes me smile. After he passed I was even joking with the nurses. It didn't mean I felt good. The same way he didn't feel good when he still joked all these final months. But I did that to make me feel better. To make them feel better. Not to wipe away a memory. But to cast some light on the darkness of it. The next day, I spoke with my dad's palliative doctor. This kind soul entered our lives shortly before my father's end. But he changed everything. "People often speak of the importance of saving a life. But don’t understand the value of saving a death," I told him. "You saved my father’s death." I will forever be grateful to this man. My dad hoped to be buried next to my mother's father. And ended up dying on the anniversary of his death. Tomorrow we bury him. Where he asked to be buried. So he will be near my dear grandfather in a cemetery amongst the graves of many Holocaust survivors. My father never experienced the Holocaust. But he always fought so we'd never see one again — for Jews or any group of people. He always thought he lost his fight because of the retribution he faced. And how he thought it hurt his children and family. But he never lost his fight. I found it. And will forever carry it on in his honour. We are not victims of the hard times that befell us. We are the victors for it. Because of him. Please remember his name: Aaron Kurtz. May my papa's memory forever be a blessing of fight, light, laughter, and love.❤️🕯️