When I was a kid, the first thing a jew did when they were seeking acceptance as a phony-baloney celeb for the Gentile majority...was to get some rhinoplasty. It seems they don't have to now. Even non-ashkanazim are going for the jew look. What a wonderful development for them...their noses have come out of the closet, sort of. We accept them for what they are now. I dunno...maybe I'm being mean. But like I said...it was when I was a kid. Things change. There are apps. There is even an app for MAD magazine. That was my first...I guess...exposure to "jewishness" back then. I didn't know it at the time. I didn't get 80% of it's "humor". It was just a magazine that kids looked at. It was a bagel in print. I didn't even get the tag line(what, me worry?) for the Gentile-looking dummy/mascot of the zine....Alfred E. Newman. A Gentile with a jewish name?
Was William Gaines making fun of me? Sure. But then it was under the radar like so many super-hero comics the tribe published for us. The ones that tenderized us goyim children. Anyway...we didn't really get it. But it wasn't wasted on a subconscious level, I don't think. Humor is a funny thing. It can tell the truth...it can lie. It can do both with equal power....equal dynamics.
I see that the Palestinian bid for statehood in the U.N. is struggling along quietly under the radar...there are more important things to think about. There are exotic animals on the loose in Ohio, fer chrissake! There are exotic animals loose on Wall Street. There is NO app for that. There's....Baby Lisa...people tied up in basements...people tied up in debates..."Occupy The Ignorant" movement...we are swamped with news and the apps are being developed as we speak. Or as I speak. You just listen. You listen...I'll tweet. They'll twitter. I will translate. I'll podcast. You download. It's all so confusing.
There was a domestic incident in my neighborhood one night last week. All we heard as we were sitting out on the back porch was a woman screaming bloody murder as she ran by our house. It happens in even the best of areas...my wife tells me. I don't remember that as a kid growing up...but maybe it was just under a kid's radar. I dunno. All I know is it happened quickly. Then the woman was in a patrol car and the black-and-whites were prowling the local streets for the perp. Apparently it was her Marine husband that I know just by sight. He has served a hitch or two in one of the wars for israhell. Anyway...apparently he snapped. Maybe too many bleeding peasant women in his dreams...but a switch got flipped in his brain...and he went after his wife. They didn't find him that evening. But much later...around two a.m. when I normally wander out for a smoke...I heard him creeping through my woods. For just an instant...I reflexively thought to yell out for him to get the hell offa my property...then I thought better of it, thinking he might have a weapon, and startling him in such a fashion could garner a large bore projectile through my body. So I didn't. Then I thought...why not? That would be a respectable...if even ironic way to pay my final bill and check out. So I did. Damn. He wasn't armed, I guess. He just ran.
I didn't hear anything more about his domestic problems, or whether they eventually caught him. It kinda went under the radar. This area is very big on servicemen as heroes...all that. Oh well. An opportunity missed for the both of us. He could have gotten rid of an anti-war dinosaur...and I could have gotten out of this mess for good. It was not meant to be cheri'. I'm sure there is an app for that too.
Seriously...there are some dumb MF'ers out there. But that isn't even the point. Not the one I am trying to sneak up on today. Well, it's rainy and cold, and I am about fed to the teeth with all the apps. All the misdirection. Nothing is as it is presented. This faux reality created for our enjoyment and distraction is pissing me off. Mankind seems to be at a tenuous position at the moment. Somewhere between "voicing concerns" and "hanging the motherfuckers". But the weapons aren't firing yet. You figure it out. I can't.