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Web, an earnest and somewhat reserved member of the Jewish Internet Defense Force, attended his nephew Ari’s bar mitzvah with a sense of duty and pride. The event was a special occasion, and Web had come to celebrate with his family. Seated next to his cousin Noam, he tried to enjoy the gefilte fish despite an unsettling cramp in his stomach.

As the rabbi approached the table, ready to perform the ceremony, Web’s discomfort reached its peak. In a moment of unfortunate and uncontrollable mishap, Web sharted directly in the rabbi's face. The room fell silent in shock, the festive atmosphere evaporating in an instant. The rabbi’s face turned from shock to anger as he hastily excused himself, leaving the bar mitzvah incomplete.

The family, thrown into disarray, was left to grapple with the embarrassing scene. Whispers and stares followed Web as he retreated from the chaos, his mortification compounded by the strained silence of his relatives.

Returning to his kibbutz apartment, Web was engulfed by a deep, painful sense of failure and shame. He buried his anguish in Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, shoveling it into his mouth with reckless abandon as he watched Oprah on television. The show, meant to offer comfort and distraction, only deepened his sense of isolation.

This incident, though devastating, spurred a transformation in Web. Fueled by a profound sense of guilt and a desperate need for redemption, he threw himself into his work at the Jewish Internet Defense Force with renewed intensity. Despite his heightened commitment, the shadow of that day lingered. The public embarrassment and personal turmoil had left a mark on Web’s life that, despite his professional fervor, he could never quite escape.

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"We will route out that hatred at any cost." That's not the job of the government to steer the opinions of Americans. And any cost would imply the cost of destroying the constitution.