Money makes the world go 'round

In just a few hours, we'll all be fasting. What a pleasant thought. In slightly fewer hours, we'll all be gorging ourselves. A slightly more pleasant thought. And for the foreseeable future, we'll all still be wondering about the financial situation. This is especially relevant because Nemo, that faithful reader of ours, has been waxing lyrical about the monetary pain and suffering he's currently enduring. A reader asked, "What about G-d?" Why are people so convinced that they have the power to affect their wallets? Doesn't everything come from the Big Guy in the Sky?
The answer to these questions is, "Of course, buddy, but not so fast there." Yes, everything comes from G-d, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't work. It doesn't mean you shouldn't worry about the provenance of your next lunch. Sure, we have to have the faith that everything will turn out just swimmingly, but at the same time, if you put no effort into your labors, then what will be? Not a whole heck of a lot.
At the same time, it's important to note that in fact G-d does run the world. When you're in trouble, pray to Him. Ask of Him. Set up a lunch meeting. But don't rely on him and fail to do anything yourself. As our holy books say, you've only got to make a vessel for G-d's blessing-but you've got to make a vessel. If you fail in that respect, then it's going to be pretty tough to eat lunch at an expensive restaurant.

Moving right along, the upcoming presidential election has inserted itself into our collective conscious like a varicose vein in a prematurely-aged leg. I don't know if anyone is truly half as enthusiastic as they say about it, and I doubt if anyone truly doesn't care. That is to say, we're all bored to death, and wish it were all over with and we could get back to the important things in life, like figuring out a decent place for tiffin. Tonight was the second debate, and of course, the Democrats say that Mr. Obama won, the Republicans say that Mr. Mccain won, and the independents know that they wasted nearly two hours of their life listening to two grown men fighting like little girls on a Manhattan playground. What does this have to do with Yom Kippur? I haven't the faintest idea. All's I know is, it's rapidly approaching, and few of us have done our proper repenting. How do I know this? Experience.

Anyway, I sincerely hope that everyone gets written and sealed in the book of life, love, and Lchaims, and that y'all make some positive resolutions in your lives, like cutting down on consumed fat and writing more comments on this here humble blog.