It's not a matter to be involved in Jewish stuff. It's that such matters are to a large extent part of us. For instance, I claim to understand Einstein's theories. I bank & drink with Rothschild. Rothko & Chagall hang on my walls. In my speech Freud slips in. I sometimes swear by Jesus but contribute to His State more than 30 shekels!
I often wonder where we would be without the twelve apostles Leonard Bernstein or Cohen or the Gershwin brothers. I know in writing this I tread on thin water, but have faith, like Alice B. Toklas had in Gertrude Stein, and that I am lighter than water.
Well, I could go on but will pause for a glass or two of Manishevitz and read some
unauthorized biographies of Hart Moss & Sarah Bernhardt. And yet, not wanting to live my life through the lives of others I always come back to mine so that my goy ego name might one day be added to this foreshortened list. Rube Goldberg, Copeland, Bob Dylan, Mordecai, Jonas Salk, Nostradamus, Frida Kahlo, Isaac Azimov, Baruch, Elvis Presley,
Imanuel Velikovsky, Edward Teller, Arthur Miller, Franz Kafka, Modigliani, Carl Sagan, Golda Meir, Allen Ginzberg, J.D. Salinger, Frank Gehry, Leonardo da Vinci and maybe even Christopher Columbus. Well, let's not skew further the Semite way without mentioning the not so gentile side. Stalin, Gengis Khan,
Mussolini, Atila the Hun, Hitler, Nero, Kim Jong-il, Saddam Hussein and I'd throw in a Bush or two unless the two-war Iraqi dead don't count. Well, ok! There was Herod but all I am envious are his ten wives and let's not forget God. All this in the name of power! Cheers! Laheim! Vodka anyone?
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