Monday, April 24, 2017

Yam HaShoah Super Meshuga

So last night our synagogue, I use the term 'our' loosely as I set foot in the thing about once a year, had a Yom HaShoah service. My oldest expressed interest in going, but mentioned the event too late. Besides after a day of gardening and setting bricks the grownups were far too tired and sore for that kind of thing.

So via Yom HaShooah they're turning the Holocaust into a religious ceremony. We suppose this was inevitable. We also think this is the problem with modern Jews, at least the Americans. Yes, let us all take the chance to deify victim-hood.

My oldest loves the story of Ann Frank. I'd prefer if she loved the story of Ariel Sharon.

This default victim-hood position is half the reason for A Line Through the Desert. Young Jake Bloom is tall muscled, and not afraid to throw a punch. His cousins Myron and Roger wanted to play Fiddler on the Roof. Jake wanted to play Raid on Entebbe.

Here's an idea, Yom We Humiliated Idi Amin.

How about Yom We Kicked the Ever Living Shit Out of the Arabs?

We could recite the events like the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle does the Vikings.

1956-And in this year we kicked the shit out of the Arabs...
1967-And in this year we again kicked the shit out of the Arabs...
1973-And in this year we once more kicked the shit out of the Arabs...

Or we could really have some fun:

1956-In this year Ariel Sharon pissed in the Suez Canal...
1967-In this year Ariel Sharon pissed in the Suez Canal...
1973-In this year Ariel Sharon pissed in the Suez Canal...

Let's contemporize it:

2008-Here Israel blew the fuck out of Gaza....
2012-Here Israel blew the fuck out of Gaza....
2014-Here Israel really blew the fuck out of Gaza...

Now let's predict the future:

Yom we Stopped Iran.

Why not?

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