You know, if my very existence were at issue–and after The Holocaust, who except lunatics would dispute that–the very last thing on my mind would be whether or not I am working on or observing the damn Sabbath!
In fact, I would be working my ass off seven days a week in the gym, at the track, at the shooting range, at the Krav Maga* lessons, and at my regular workplace earning more cabbage for the household “fuck you”-money fund and for a vehicle to haul ass out of a major city that has already been struck by terrorists twice, not to mention a city which is a cesspool of work-a-day crime!
And I’d save the fishing line to go along with the hooks, sinkers, bobs, lures, rods, reels, and bait, along with the rest of my Shit-Hits-The-Fan (SHTF) gear!
Yet another way that faith is ultimately deadly to human children, human adults, and any living thing that depends on them!
* I always joke the Krav Maga is Hebrew for: “Never Again!…And I mean that shit!” ✡️💥👊