A Suggestion for Ending the Gaza War.

If you want to visit Israel, you don’t have to sit all s crunched up on an El Al plane for 12 hours. All you have to do is go to a neighborhood in the New York borough of Queens called Kew Gardens, and believe me, by the time you walk two blocks down Austin Street, you’ll think you’re in Tel Aviv.

The signage on all the stores is in Hebrew, the clothing is the same somewhat unfashionable stuff that you see in other places where they sell the markdowns which didn’t disappear off the shelves on Black Friday or some other New York sales day, and the pizza, always kosher of course, is the same gooey stuff which goes for a buck a slice on the boardwalk in Tel Aviv.

But what if you live on the West Coast and you don’t want to shlep all the way to New York and then either decide to stay put in the Big Apple or squeeze into one of the Al El coach seats after going through the outbound security check which only takes an hour and a half to complete?

Keep your ass in Los Angeles and go out to the Ventura neighborhood but make sure you don’t go on Friday night because the whole place shuts down for Shabbos, or Shabbat as the TV newscasters like to pretend that they can speak Hebrew whenever there’s a news story in volving Jews.

Not only are there more Israelis living in Ventura than live in Israel beyond the Tel…