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This "journalist" couldn't get elected dogcatcher Charles Johnson was doing his usual gig, checking out the Arab News editorials. This one, which discusses the state of U.S.-Saudi relations, had a paragraph that simply floored me.
The howlers you find in foreign newspapers, eh? "In many places, even the dog-catcher is elected." Uh, Mr. Brilliant Saudi Editorial Writer: I suggest you take a class in American Adages 101. "He coudn't get elected dogcatcher!" is a saying that means the candidate is simply un-electable. We don't actually elect dogcatchers in this country. (Of course I realize that now that I've posted that, someone in West Tinytown, North Dakota, is going to write me a letter telling me they elect their dogcatcher every two years, and then I'll feel foolish. But I think I'll take my chances and stand by my opinion that the vast majority of dogcatchers in America are hired or appointed.) Not that I expected the writer to understand. Not after reading the sentence that states so simply "The Saudi system, however, has no election." It perfectly explains how the editorialist can make such a funny mistake about the American electoral system. When you have no elections at all, it's easy to get confused over American elections, which are, after all, the oldest democratic elections in the world. Perhaps we should change our motto from "In God We Trust" to "Electing Dogcatchers Since 1787." Ya think? By the way, I did find a sorta-kinda actual race for dogcatcher. Here's the article:
I like an article with an intentional sense of humor. But I'll take idiot Saudi editorial writers for amusement, too. permalink According to the Asia Times, the war with Iraq has already begun. (Via Bill Quick)
Interesting. The Asia Times is backing up what DEBKA reported a few days ago. And the Times is quoting "Israeli sources." Very interesting. permalink The next generation of murderers, continued The Palestinian Authority absolutely wants to live in peace with Israel. Sure. That's why they send their children to death cult summer camps. Charles Johnson of Little Green Footballs has the horrifying pictures.
Follow the links. They're sickening, but true. permalink From Stephen Sondheim's Into the Woods:
We'll just move right along. (And I found out it's available on DVD. First store I'm visiting when I get back to NJ is Coconuts.) permalink
8/16/02 Tony over at the Rant Factory insists on continuing the forced-pregnancy discussion. Okay, Tony, my former slumlord pissed me off bigtime this morning, so I'm looking for something to sink my teeth into.
No, choice doesn't have to be universal, because men don't have the babies. You're seriously using as an example a law that chemically castrates child molestersconvicted criminalsas an argument why you should be able to force women (who have broken no law, by the way) to carry to term a child that they don't want? (Said castration can also be reversed; are you going to have a reversal of childbirth?) Sure, that'll happenwhen the United States suddenly becomes the USSR or China. Saying "you can't make me" is saying, "My body. My decision." The thing about being able to use the uterus cardwell, that's where the childbirth action takes place, Tony. When men can grow a uterus, they can then determine what happens inside it. Choice doesn't become universal because childbirth isn't universal. And quoting a 1941 Oklahoma state Supreme Court opinion? Oh, come on. In 21st century New Jersey, for instance, there is no such decision. I'm willing to bet it's not even binding in Oklahoma. You're reaching.
Okay, I didn't say that pregnancy is the single most traumatic physical event to happen to a woman because I think it is. Medical practitioners say that. It doesn't matter if you think it's an exaggeration. It's a medical fact. I probably never should have brought up dying in childbirth; it is irrelevant to the discussion, really. The relevant factor: My body. My decision.
It's obvious that you don't see how that applies. Men don't have the same choice women have, because men don't have the baby. My body. My decision. You absolutely can give the woman that kind of decision-making power and still not place the consequences solely on the woman; that's why we're having this discussion in the first place. Nope, it's not fair, nope, it's not equal, and, well, tough. Life isn't fair, and life isn't equal. My body. My decision. Not yours, not a judge's. permalink Okay, okay, I got my head handed to me for thinking Forbush Man was MAD Magazine and not Marvel. Yeesh. I forgot! And Steven, Willie Lumpkin is the Fantastic Four's mailman, or as he would be known today, Letter Carrier, and no, I didn't have to Google it to find out. I know what Aunt Petunia looks like, too, and it's nothing like Aunt May. Speaking of hot women, I got a piece of spam today that I thought I'd share with you all:
No you're not. This is the Internet, sweetie, there is no area. Glad to see your grammar is as good as your brains.
No you didn't. I've never been on the ICQ. Not interested. You got my email via the Pepys Project or because Dave Winer didn't hide email addresses in Radio comments when they were initiated. (Did I remember to say thanks for that Dave? I'm so thrilled.)
See, now here's my problem. New to what area? Show you around where? Show you exactly what? If this is a "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" kinda thing, uh, well, we have the same things, and I'm straight, so you're totally S.O.L.
There you go, boys, a present from me to you. If the email address is legit, not only can you chat on IM with Beth The Slut (who may very well be Chet the 250-lb. Star Trek fan living in his parents' basement), but she can get spammed, too, as soon as the spambots catch this page. (Calling all spambots! Dinnertime! Come and get it!)
Look! A pretend PGP key, just to make you think Beth is for real. Or is that her ICQ number? (Beats the hell out of me, I'm serious when I say I've never been. I type 100 wpm. I refuse to chat with anyone who can't type at least 60. And spell.) And awww, she's even blowing us kisses. Or are the O's hugs? I forget. Anyway, y'all have fun with Beth, and report back to me if anything amusing happens. And remember: No glove, no love. permalink 8/15/02 Just one rule for the time being: Is it funny? Left of Center got a surprise guest-host today, too: Forbush Man! Wow, I didn't know that MAD Magazine let him do anyone else's schtick. (Michael, you never want to open a post about the Hulk with the words, "Smash this, Green-butt!" Come to think of it, you didn't. The phrase "Smash this Green-butt" is a very different phrase without that comma. [snicker]) And they wonder why English majors are always laughing. (Update: I know, I know, scroll up, Forbush fans.) Bigwig pointed out this article on the anti-globalization-cum-Palestinian-cum-every foul or screwy cause in the world march on Washington the week after the "We Stand for Israel" solidarity march. It's by P.J. O'Rourke, and it's utterly hilarious. Okay, let's make it two rules: Is it non-controversial? Matt Yglesias finally changed his blog to a readable black text on white background. That's not funny, just a sign that we have won another battle in the readability wars. And I am hereby designating Matt the InstaLefty. LeftyPundit? InstaLeftyPundit? Nah. Too much. InstaLefty. There you go. InstaLefty Matt Yglesias. Matt the InstaLefty. Pass it on. The Poorman is on hiatus, but he leaves us with these words of wisdom: "Badly acted, not directed or edited in any noticable way, Halloween III is an astonishing acheivement in the field of celluloid shit." That's my boy. Hey, Vegard, I got another Nigerian spam email today. Should I pass it along for fisking by you? (Mine is from BARRISTER ALI KOLOMA,which sounds sort of like colonic, which brings you to the region where you will get it if you're dumb enough to send these folks your bank account number. I may very well have Fun With Fools again and present my letter for your amusement. "I came to know of you in my private search for a reliable and reputable person to handle this confidential transaction, which involves the transfer of a huge sum of money." Yeah, that's why the letter is addressed to "sir." He's being so confidential he's not even divulging my gender. And Laurence Simon is doing the same-old, same-old, except he's winning the Most Tasteless Blogger competition (it's strictly a two-man race, I'm the judge, and no, I won't take bribes.) What, you want links? Nuh-uh. Too tasteless for me to link to with a clear conscience. permalink Hulk take over for Meryl today. Meryl not want to write 'bout contro--contro--tough things. Meryl say she relaxing today and you all leave her alone. Hulk will SMASH anyone who not leave Meryl alone! Why you still send her letters about things she not want to write about? Hulk smash Michelle if he could find her! Well, maybe not smash. Maybe just crush. Okay, Hulk never smash woman, but maybe Hulk smash woman's house. Meryl say no. Car? No. Boy, Meryl not let Hulk have any fun. Oh! Meryl say if Michelle has yip dog, Hulk can smash dog. But Hulk like dogs! Even little tiny ones that bite Hulk's toes. Meryl say go here to read more on tough things she not write about. (Who this Ampersand guy? Why he like sand? Hulk not like sand, it get in Hulk's pants and make him itch.) And here. (That right, Ronnie, Meryl very polite. You be polite too or Hulk smash you.) Nice guy Dave have more to say on God. Hulk know Thunder God, he nice most of time. Sometimes we fight. Hulk win. Hulk always win. Hulk tired of this. Hulk leave now. permalink I bought ice cube trays today. Who effing cares? some of you may be thinking. Uhwhat's that got to do with anything? the more polite of you may be thinking. This one's going to be really boring, is what some of you are thinking, and don't think I don't know that you're thinking that. You may all leave the room now; when you come back I'm sending you home with a note for your parents. It's all about the comfort level. There weren't any ice cube trays in my new apartment's freezer. The previous tenants, or the ones before them, made off with them. This happens to be the second apartment in a row where they've done that, and it's effing annoying me. (You can thank Diane E. for the effing effings; she's the one that sent me an email titled "effing Scorpio" after she called information and discovered that my phone number is effing unlisted. And I like using "effing," it seems less vulgar than the word for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, oh, wait a minute. Got carried away there. Effing rhythms.) Okay, so I'll stop for a bit. Anyway, the ice cube trays are vital to having a cocktail. You can't have a cocktail without ice, or it winds up all warm and watery instead of cold and watery, and there is a huge difference between a cold watery cocktail and a warm one. Warm ones are just, well, gross. (Thought I was going to say "effing gross," didn't you? Ha!) And for one reason or another, the habit I picked up from Heidi of having cocktails at ten p.m. every night went by the wayside during my packing frenzy before the move, my disorientation after the move, a stomach bug that hit me on and off over the past few weeks, and, well, the fact that I have had no effing ice cube trays since I moved here. So today, having realized there was a Target on the way home from spending the afternoon with Heidi, I was determined that I would not go home without ice cube trays. Which I did not. And tonight, I poured myself my first official cocktail of my Richmond residency, determined that I was not going to write another post about all the effing controversial subjects that I've been writing about these past few days. I am going to sit here, relaxing, sipping my vodka and Coke (which my pal Terry has assured me is a very Irish drink, and she is my authority on things Irish, so I believe her), and posting aboutmaking a relaxing cocktail. My particular brand of drink grew out of two things: One, vodka is one of the few liquors whose taste I can stand. Two, when I worked night shift, I used to be exhausted on Saturday nights because I generally got no more than four hours' sleep on Saturday afternoons (I wanted to live normal daytime hours on my days off). So I'd wander into the Saturday night get-togethers sleepy-eyed and needing caffeine. I hate coffee, so I'd drink Coke. After a while, I decided it was just as easy to put some vodka in my glass of Coke, as everyone else was drinking, anyway, and so my personal favorite drink was born. My current favorite brand is Rain; it's so good I can actually drink it straight (though I usually don't). Heidi owes me a bottle of Grey Goose as a housewarming present; I have to remind her of that. I'm told it's even better. VodkaDude would probably be able to clue me in on that. My drink seems to have become more widespread, as I rarely get the strange looks from bartenders when I order a vodka and Coke now. Either that, or they only give strange looks like that to twentysomething girls, and not to cough-coughsomething women. Hm. (The answer to the question from the guy in the back is, "Because rum sucks, that's why. And pay attention, I already said why I liked vodka.") So there you have it. Ice cube trays = cocktails = relaxing. Effing controversy go away. In fact, go read Vegard Valberg's very funny takedown of a Nigerian spam letter. We all need a break around here, and I don't have enough vodka to share with everyone. permalink 8/14/02 Dave Trowbridge, who is not Jewish, has joined in the discussion on Mark Shea, Abe Zelmanowitz, and Catholicism. About the only thing I have to add to this topic is to the commenters over on Mark's weblog: You people need to read up on your history. A lot. A whole lot. (And I'm thinking this may be the last word on that subject.) Dave's opinion on the matter at hand:
Amen, Brother Dave. permalink Richard Bennett gets back to me over on his site. (I'll be back later with studies shoring up my end of the discussion.) Tony of The Rant Factory had me agreeing with a lot of what he said. Until I read this part:
Ah, no. You don't get to make a law that says I have to carry a fetus to term if I don't want to. Perhaps you might want to re-read Diane E.'s post, where she pointed out that childbirth is the single most traumatic natural event that can happen to a woman's body. Even in this modern era, women die in childbirth. I know of two women who died in childbirth. You're right when you said above that it's not like it's a toe or an ear. The ultimate reason a woman gets to say whether or not she's going to have that baby is because she's going to have that baby. And now, more reader mail. I simply have to print this one, it's from Eve (okay, Summers), who takes issue to my writing this:
She responds:
And while I am tempted to end this argument on a high note, I would much rather end it on a funny one. From reader Lauren Coats, on why there isn't a male version of the birth control pill:
Ba-dum-bump. permalink I think the new motto for this weblog will be: Damn the controversy, full speed ahead! Diane E. has now chimed in on the paternal responsibility discussion, damn her! (I want it to be over.) It made me realize that I'm quite tired of the discussion, but not too tired to print a few more letters. Well, tomorrow, anyway. Jeff Cooper has joined in the discussion on Abe Zelmanowitz.
Not bad for a secular, intermarried Jew, Jeff. Not bad at all. (Of course, his adherence to my Terms of Use at the end of his post rather broke the mood, but it was a pleasant surprise.) Mark Shea responded as well. He gets rather pissy at my and Lynn's remarks, and downright mad at Judith Weiss', but hey, Markwhen you go around Catholicizing a Jewish man's actions, then saying you're not, then saying you are, but not reallyit does tend to offend Jews.
Yeah, but there's no room for this in the Jewish tradition, and that's what's offending us, Mark. When you take your traditions and apply them to a Jew and declare him to be under the influence of Christ, whether or not he knows it, we tend to think of that as your saying he was a Christian. There just isn't any other way to interpret that. And, wellit annoys us. It may seem like a good deed to you, judging by the title of your posts, but it doesn't to us. Ronnie Schrieber has a new blog and has added his two cents to the discussion, including an opinion on my link to what I described as an example of interfaith understanding:
And I think that's about all the controversy I can take for one day. I think tomorrow, I'm just going to stick to writing a new Cattales, which hasn't been updated in ages. Well, okay, not really. I found a knock-your-socks off news article to parse for us all. Oh, but before I forget: Shelley, Heidi, my friend whose in-laws live in Arkansas, tells me that just about any drugstore in Missouri has something called Chigger Rid. Best of luck with that, eh? permalink 8/13/02 Readers reply on fathers' rights Win Fitzpatrick reminds me that the principal reason men don't have a say in abortion is that ultimately, it's the woman's body. Not that men don't take care of the children and women do. He's right, and I didn't mean to imply otherwise. I was adding to my reasons from the first post. And now onto the mail. (Note: the letters were long and some had to be edited for brevity. I tried to keep the flavor of the author's points intact.) Michelle Dulak writes:
As for presenting the woman's full range of options, it wasn't the topic at hand, and everybody reading these posts already knows the options available. I didn't see the need to discuss them. The reason women get to have all the advantages in this particular area, Michelle, is that they're the ones who give birth. Until there are artificial wombs, the playing field by necessity must be slanted toward women. As for fraudulent births leading to parental supportthat bothers me, as well, but I wasn't talking about deceptive practices. Just simple pregnancy resulting from lack of birth control on either side. I have no figures for women who get pregnant through deception, have you? I have no idea how prevalent it is, do you? The same goes for accidental pregnancy: Yes, the system isn't perfect, but that's the risk a couple takes when they have sex. As for the child support possibly running into the six figures: Yeah, it sucks, doesn't it? So if a man gets the judge to make child support a laughingly low amount, the mother's still stuck paying for the upkeep of the kids. The need doesn't magically go away. Then there are all those studies about women's incomes going down after divorce, while a man's goes up. Interesting, that. The one who has to take care of the kids winds up with less money. But I digress. Michelle, we don't have to come up with some form of male relinquishment of parental rights and responsibilities. That's the problem that needs to be solved here. That's what I started writing about in the first place. Richard Bennett writes:
Ah, Richardis the bloom off the rose so quickly? And to think, you used to agree with me... But to your points. I do know something about child support; merely because some of it is paid in monthly installments doesn't mean it is only paid monthly, and that was, well, kind of a dumb thing to fixate on. 1) The statistic that women file for divorce is completely different from the statistic that women initiate the divorce. What are the stats on the latter, please? 2) Name those studies, please, because I've read the complete opposite on that. My brother is currently staying at home due to a variety of circumstances, and taking care of his eleven-year-old son while his wife works. He's compiling a list of expenses that they've saved by having him home for childcare, as well as taking care of all the domestic chores plus the yardwork, the pool, and keeping the household finances. It works out to quite a large amount of money, more than most people can afford to pay someone to do all those things. And guess what? Stay-at-home moms do most, if not all, of what my brother the stay-at-home dad is doing. (As an aside, nearly everyone he comes into contact with thinks he stays home doing nothing all daythe typical canard stay-at-home moms have had to deal with for decades.) So although the stay-at-home parent isn't receiving a paycheck, let's not pretend s/he isn't working. And let's not pretend that the paycheck-bearing spouse is the sole reason the other can stay at home. There are several factors involved. Snippiness: Right back atcha, bubelah. (Actually, I left that paragraph in because your style cracks me up. I know it pisses off a lot of people, but somehow, I'm not one of them.) Okay folks, there are a few more letters (some of which even agreed with me), but I'll publish them later. This post got a little long. permalink Every so often, a metablogging trend hits that I actually care enough about to venture an opinion. (We are an insular, egotistical lot, we bloggers, and we simply love to talk about ourselves.) This one is the practice of blogging anonymously or with a pseudonym. Steven den Beste started the furor with some licks at Demosthenes, who responded with about as much verbosity as was thrown at him. Without really meaning to insult everyone who has taken part in this debate, I'm simply amused by it. I've seen this argument over and over again in the online community, having been online since 1986. The way I figure it, it's your choice. I bought the domain of yourish.com back in the days when you could still buy your internet name domain (not that I was particularly worried another Yourish would snap it up; there are perhaps 50 of us in the country). The domain name sort of makes it incumbent on me to use my real name here. Plus, I've always hated being anonymous. It drives me crazy pretending to be something that I'm not. I've always sucked at game-playing in social situations for that very reason; if I can't just be me, and be rather direct, I just can'twell, whatever I'm supposed to be doing. My close friends have caught on to all of the code-words I employ when I'm trying not to give away my opinion. If I say something is "neat," one says, "Oh, you don't like it." I don't play poker, because only a blind person can't read my expressions and tell my mood from them. Subtle is a word rarely used to describe me. Under those circumstances, I'd last about three days as an anonymous blogger. But still, the current debate strikes me as, well, a waste of bandwidth. Name yourself or don't name yourself, I don't care. If I like your writing, I'll read you. If I don't, I won't. No one's online opinion is ever going to have as much weight as my offline friends' do, unless it's a blog written by an offline friend. It's like reading a newspaper column. I don't know anything about Tom Friedman beyond his name and what I read by him, nor do I really care to. But I've got to say this: I've been dying to use this story ever since I first saw any blogger get into a debate with Demosthenes. In Harpo Marx's autobiography, he describes a few bon mots that he heard during the Algonquin Round Table years (he was a silent member). Alexander Woollcott asked the Round Table folks if they'd like to hear him make up a sentence with the word "Demosthenes" in it. Of course they all said yes. "Demosthenes can do is bend, and hold the legs together." My kinda guy, Mr. Woollcott. permalink A real example of interfaith understanding Mac Thomason linked to this article in the Birmingham News (yes, that Birmingham). It's about a Southern Baptist church making a home for the congregation from Temple Emanu-El, a Reform Synagogue that underwent 14 months of renovation and refurbishing.
Now that is a "shining example of interfaith understanding," Joe. Without intruding on either worship.
Vimru: Amen. (Let us all say: Amen.) permalink 8/12/02 There's an article in Ha'aretz by Terje Roed-Larsen, he who said in April that Jenin was "horrific beyond belief" and insinuated that the bodies were piled as high as an elephant's eye in Jenin, on the road to a two-state solution and peace. Tell mewho put the pod under his bed? What, suddenly he's the UN Special Coordinator for the Middle East Peace Process and he's talking about both sides' responsibilities? I say we commence a special UN investigative committe into who kidnapped Larsen and replaced him with this guy.
Oh. Phew. He's still there. Terror attacks have been counterproductive for the Palestinians. Yeah, it really sucks, the way that terror attacks can set back your plans to conquer all of Israel. Joe Katzman responds to Lynn and me. Scott Koenig, whose site the Indepundit is the repository of all things McKinney, has sent out a letter to Dr. Mohamed S. Omeish, the Vice President of the American Muslim Foundation. It should be interesting to see the reply to questions like these:
I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for answers, Scott. Diane E. takes on the the warblogger-watch crowd, morally blind leftists, the complicity of American Muslim groups, Atrios, and, well, even the people who post in comments threads. In doing so, she coins a new term:
Bogger-kiri: I'm going to define it as something you would rather do than mess with Diane. Gary Farber read the Saudi response to "What are We Fighting For," and found the reply signed by 153 Saudi intellectuals to be, well, about what you could expect.
Plus, he says I'm kewl. (He'd better watch our or he'll owe me a million billion jillion gazillion dollars.) Dudedid you read the part where I get male escorts? You want male escorts? I wouldn't borrow it word-for-word if I were you.) permalink It got far too serious around here lately. So I made it even more serious. I added an official Terms of Use page. I stole it directly from Bill Quick and jiggered it around a little. I think mine is much more interesting than his. (Bill's is really boring.) I think mine is much more interesting than anyone's, actually. See if you agree. permalink For some reason, I don't think I've ever posted about these three Israeli bloggers, a mistake I am now rectifying. (And I'm adding an "Israeli bloggers" section to my links page.) Imshin has a biting wit that makes me laugh out loud more often than not, and I love her directness and sense of irony. It reminds me of someone... Here's an example:
Gil Shterzer gives compelling play-by-plays of what happens during major terrorist attacks. It brings the attacks home when you read items like this:
Of course, Gil writes about many things, and he can be hilarious (his post on a Palestinian terrorist was accompanied by a picture and the description, "He's really ugly!"). Tal G. was the "first" Israeli blogger; he got a quick leg up from Yahoo and his website address quickly entered the blogosphere because of posts like this:
Tal also has commentary on the daily life in Israel, the worth of various Israeli newspapers, and the political situation. Reading all three blogs gives you quite a picture of what day-to-day life is like in a constant state of undeclared war. Each of the bloggers discusses whether or not to go out for simple things that Americans and frankly, the people of nearly every other nation take for granted. I was thinking last Thursday night, as I sat in the open-air amphitheatre in Dogwood Dell in Richmond, waiting for a Sondheim show to start, that in Israel, they couldn't. They simply couldn't have a play in the midst of a park. Too open. Too insecure. Too easy to bring a bomb in a bag to a place where everyone had coolers and tote bags and picnic baskets. Too dangerous. Too deadly. It made me realize that I needed to introduce the Israeli bloggers to more people. Here they are. permalink 8/11/02 Readers speaking out on responsibility Folks are sending in some emails about the recent posts regarding fathers' rights vs. women's choice. I'll be publishing them later today or tomorrow, so if you're sending one, it will be helpful if you put a line in your email indicating if you'd like your letter published, and if so, how you would like your name referenced (first and last, first only, etc.). And may I say that I'm very pleased at the civil tone of all the responses? I have great readers. I've known that a long time, but you keep on showing me over and over again. permalink Abe Avremel Zelmanowitz: A thoroughly Jewish hero Lynn B. and I are having some serious problems with a post by Mark Shea, wherein he decided that Abe Zelmanowitz was not only a hero, but indeed, managed to "save" himself in the Christian way by staying with his paraplegic friend and ultimately dying with him on the 27th floor of the World Trade Center. Although I'm sure Mark had no intention of offending, his words are deeply offensive to many, many Jews. I'm certain he's going to be shocked to read my reaction to his, as Lynn said, well-intentioned post. But good intentions do not absolve him from being told how wrong he is on Abe Zelmanowitz. Mark wrote:
Lynn's response:
She is referring to Joe Katzman's post that says
No, it's not. It's a shining example of the cluelessness some Christians have about the Jewish faith. By insisting that Abe was under the influence of Christ without even knowing it, Mark manages to effectively say that Abe's entire life as an Orthodox Jewwhich is an extremely difficult life to lead, by the way; I'm Conservative and that's tough enoughup to that time was a complete and utter waste of time, since he could only be saved by accepting Christ. It didn't matter that Abe's actions were the results of a lifetime of studying Jewish law, commentary, and philosophy, and it didn't matter that as an Orthodox Jew one of the defining pillars of his faith was that the Messiah has not yet arrivedit must have been Christ that influenced him to stay with his friend and ultimately sacrifice his life for him. This is the subtext of Mark's words, though he may not have meant them as such. And this is the key to what offends. I have heard words like those many times before, and let me tell you, I am not flattered to be told that a Jew is acting in a Christian fashion. (Although it is more than a little ironic, when hearing that, to reflect exactly how Jewish most Christian traditions are.) Abe was a Jew, Mark. He lived a Jew, he died a Jew, and if there's an afterlife for him, my guess is it's the Jewish afterlife. He chose to be buried in Jerusalemnot Bethlehem. He asked his rabbi this:
"How can a simple Jew like myself show his love of God?" Abe asked. A simple Jew. He was a hero. A Jewish hero. Kindly don't nominate any more Jews for sainthood; we're happy enough just being told we're good Jews. And Abe was one of the best of us. permalink Last week's blogs are archived. Here's the Blogathon. The Superhero Dating Ratings are here. If you're looking for something funny, try the Hulk's solution to the Middle East conflict, or Yasser Arafat Secret Phone Transcripts. Iseema bin Laden's diary and The Fudd Doctrine are also good bets if you've never been here before.
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