It’s the day before Yom Kippur and I’d like to take this opportunity to wish all my Jewish readers all the best for the fast and to leave you, until Tuesday morning, with some thoughts.

I find Yom Kippur very difficult. I find the fast and the festival physically difficult, psychologically difficult and spiritually difficult. It’s physically difficult as I don’t take well to fasting and I fear the 25 hour period without food and drink. I always worry that I will crack and eat, although the Rabbonim always say that it’s better to crack than continue a fast if it is going to make you ill. It’s psychologically difficult in that humans are programmed by evolution to eat when they are hungry and it takes considerable strength of will to overcome that drive. I also find it spiritually difficult to have to confront the previous year’s screw ups as I, like any other human, make screw ups.

My own repentances this year are not massively major, I have not started any wars or anything like that, but on a personal note I have not visited enough or at all those whom I should have visited. I also have not contributed to good causes enough when I should have done.

Most of my repentances this year are political and politico-religious. I’m still repenting for the left wing politics of my youth and regret the time spent on this and the outcomes of those politics. I repent also for not standing up sufficiently to the nutcases that exist in my own faith. I should have spoken up more than I did about the anti-Israel fraggles of the Neturai Karta movement and their Jew hating Iranian mates. I repent also about not speaking out enough when I had opportunities to do so about the faux radicals of the Progressive Judaism sects.

Although I feel at home in non-Orthodox Judaism because of stuff like egalitarianism, I abhor the domination of this religious path by middle class pretend revolutionaries. These plastic Lenins who promote without thinking contentious ideologies such as transgenderism, man made climate change and the idea that aggressive bearded Muslim men from Calais are ‘refugee children’, are creating a whole load of problems for which politically centre right Jews such as myself and indeed many other Jews will catch the flak. For a whole host of reasons that seemed good at the time I didn’t speak up or speak up forcefully enough when confronted with these meshugannas. This year I’m determined that things will be different and I will not merely passively resist these wreckers by, for example not sending my child to Jewish summer camps run by pronoun wankers, but will instead do my utmost to confront these pronoun wankers and those who try to push the square peg of Marxism into the round hole marked Torah, in person and with incontrovertible facts.

I will leave you as I’ve done on Yom Kippur in other years with a monologue by a secular Jew Ezra Levant, who spoke eloquently at a synagogue in Canada about the danger of complacency and of backing causes that sound good in theory but which might be in reality rotten underneath.

So, until Tuesday morning goodbye and if you are fasting or even if you are not, have a meaningful and productive Yom Kippur.