I suppose you saw the most recent from the DNC’s own Dr. Howard Dean. This is the same guy who, several years ago when Bill Clinton (of all people) somehow made it a necessary part of a politician’s bona fides that the hopeful pol had somehow had a minor dust-up or scrape with the Bible. I don’t recall how this came about (perhaps it was due to the ever vigilant Democratic Party’s sensitivity to the vicissitudes of the electorate’s sensitivities and having noted people were wondering just how “Islamic” the new skinny guy from Chicago’s political Machine might be. They are always so careful not to give offense, excepting of course those comments like “…a few years ago he would have been bringing us coffee” …or…”he is a reasonably clean, fairly articulate young black man who can lapse into that “black preacher” dialect when he wants….” Actually, I may have exaggerated a bit with Harry Reid’s quote about Obama. I don’t think Reid can use words like “articulate” or “dialect” …or …”reasonably” in a sentence. Nor can he probably understand words like “clean,” either, because the concept seems foreign to him. And we all had begun to think Reid has been “losing it” only over the last few months. Nope. The process of mental decay has been ongoing for several years. It probably started in earnest when he inherited the senate leadership by dint of just staying around for a long time. And if my Reid quote isn’t completely accurate, I don’t apologize. He was probably thinking far worse. I wonder what he would say about turtles today. Maybe it isn’t (yet) possible to be politically incorrect about turtles. But, of course, liberal/commie/socialist politicians cannot be politically incorrect, no matter how injudicious their words.
But, back on point, Dr. Dean was asked his favorite Book in the New Testament. His reply was …well…without making fun (and hurting myself laughing …again…) I’ll just direct your memory to exactly what he said, to wit; Ecclesiastes …or …something…I can’t recall these many years later…but it was definitely a Book from the Testament containing the Bible Books of History, the Prophets and the Law. I hesitate to put the words “Old Testament” in written form because it drove one of my Jewish attorney buddies apoplectic one time, because as he spent the next several minutes explaining…”There is only One Testament…so there cannot be an Old Testament!” I thought he was over-reacting…probably because he was an attorney. They’re weird …and sometimes a bit idiosyncratic. Actually, his statement was very short…and would have been shorter still if he had excluded the expletives he actually utilized in his impromptu catechism for my benefit. He is the only Jewish guy I ever knew who reacted like that. I have lots of Jewish pals who are attorneys because my legal career began in the Encino/Van Nuys part of the San Fernando Valley. But absolutely none ever behaved in such a way (even for only a few moments). In fact, nearly every one of those guys were extremely kind to me in my early practice and were always offering to help me if I had questions. And in fairness, my pal collected himself a few moments later and apologized. We laughed it off, but I never forgot his reaction. Not to put too fine a point on it, I got angry in reply, but hypocritically tried not to show it. I wanted the moral advantage, you see. It didn’t matter to my pal. He was already apologizing for being “too abrupt.” (Interestingly, and what made his action more unexpected, was the fact he was launching a night career as a stand-up comedian. Imagine, if you can, an attorney who wants to be something else.)
Which reminds me, years ago I was watching a tribute to some Jewish comedian on TV and noticed the guest of honor was surrounded by another dozen comics. They were all Jewish. I suddenly realized how dreary America’s recent history would have been if those guys, or their parents, had not immigrated to America. We would have had many fewer laughs. And of all the people in the world, considering how things went in Europe in the last century, name any group with less to laugh about. That’s courage. I don’t know why I’ve gotten off on that bend, but it’s probably because of how the current administration has treated Israel recently…actually, for about 5 1/2 years. I’m probably feeling surrogate guilt for the Administration. Like when one part of the body feels pain when another part of the anatomy is injured.
Back to Howard Dean…aw…forget it. He’s not funny. And he’s loud and nuts. And not improving with age.
The cartoons about the Veteran’s Administration don’t afford us much humor, either. With the situation in the Mexican Hell-hole of a jail where a US Marine Sergeant has been chained to his bed for a month and completely ignored by your President …and the shameful “death list” at the VA Hospitals (which your President only learned of by reading the papers recently), it hardly feels proper to start planning a BBQ for Memorial Day. These events make breast beating and garment rending more the order of the day. I am wondering how I can politely avoid meeting the eye of my American warrior ancestors when I finally have the honor.
Dad won’t be a problem. Tears will blur my sight and he’ll understand. But those other guys. Who knows what to expect from them? (Not to mention my Mom.)
I gotta’ go. Got to sign the White House petition to get Obama off his golf playin’ …posterior…to take some vague action on behalf of the Marine in Mexican Hell (not that a Marine needs the help of any lame politician who “throws like a girl”).
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