November 19, 2012
I woke up this morning with a bit of a chest cold and decided not to blame the Jews for it. Some mystical yearning deep inside my heart”I believe it’s called “common sense””led me to surmise that I am probably not afflicted with the Jew Flu.
It’s not that I hold Jews blameless, because they are human beings, too, Shylock, and are therefore not to be trusted. I hold other groups”blacks, feminists, and homosexual sausage-gobbling rump-wranglers”to the same standard. Merely because they find it fashionable to hide behind a shield of historic persecution to further their group interests and seemingly insatiable hunger for power doesn”t mean they are presumed innocent in all situations. I see Jews as human and therefore likely to be up to no good at any given moment.
Then again, neither do I blame the Jews for everything. But there is a tiny, bitter, and relentless subset of individuals who tend to do this reflexively. I call them “The Men Who Taste Jews in Their Sandwiches.” They also taste Jews in the soup they slurp and in the apple pie they eat for dessert.
Merely by stating this, I”m certain I”ll be accused of being afraid to admit that Jews control the sandwich industry.
These types inevitably turn any conversation toward Jews, no matter how little the topic at hand has to do with Jews. If Godwin’s Law predicts that every Internet discussion will inevitably lead to Nazi and Hitler comparisons, these creeps who eagerly leap across the line from logical to pathological are apparently bound by the inexorable forces of Goldman’s Law…or Goldstein’s Law…or Goldberg’s Law. In their diseased brains, all neurons lead to Jews. Perhaps one day this psychological disorder will be diagnosed and a book written about it called The Man Who Mistook His Hat for a Jew.
What’s ironic is the fact that although I don”t personally taste Jews in my sandwiches unless I”m eating a Reuben with kosher pickles, I likely ask some of the same questions as do the schmucks who even taste Jews in a slice of Wonder Bread with mayonnaise. I”m drawn to the Jewish Question merely because it’s such an untouchable topic. I realize that the mere act of questioning Jewish power and influence is a career-killer in much of the West, and that in certain countries asking certain questions about the Holocaust is enough to get you jailed. It’s one topic about which most “irreverent” and “non-PC” people are extremely reverent and effusively PC. I”ve also noticed that it’s a topic that many people are eager to talk about off the record but terrified to mention in public.
So here’s where I stand on Jews…OK, wait, roll back the tape…I don”t literally stand on Jews, because that would clearly be anti-Semitic. Here are some ancillary questions I have concerning the Jewish Question, and if it makes me anti-Semitic merely to ask them, I suppose I won”t be invited to your son’s Bar Mitzvah. If you want to crucify me merely for asking questions, well, I guess you”re one of The Men Who Tastes Nazis in Your Sandwiches.
The Jewish Question always seemed to lead to more questions than answers, so here goes:
“¢ Are Jews members of an ethnic tribe or members of a religion? If the latter, how do you explain Jewish atheists? What exactly is a “Semite,” and why does the term “anti-Semitism” seem to embrace people who appear to be of Eastern European derivation while it tends to exclude Arabs and other indigenous Middle Easterners?
