Pox on Your House

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Brown Football vs. URI, 18 September 2021.

The night before their congressional hearing, three presidents from prestigious American universities (Harvard, MIT and Penn) met in the penthouse suite in Washington’s Dupont Plaza Hotel. They had set up this meeting to brain-storm, to coordinate their talking points and to plan their strategy on how to avoid sounding like antisemities.

Over merlots and martinis, they tried to drink away their fears. And as they nibbled on hors d’oeuvres they wondered, “Is my career in jeopardy?”

Harvard: Ladies, thank you for agreeing to meet tonight. My staff has put together this list of  historical subjects about our schools that we should  try to avoid talking about. You know, the less said, the better. My staff has gone the extra mile by also suggesting answers, if we’re asked questions on these subjects.

Harvard read aloud:

1. Our school’s history of discriminating against Jewish students and faculty in the 1920s through the 1950s. That’s when our universities had a 10% quota on Jews.

Possible answer: That was a long time ago. We don’t have quotas today. Our university has plenty of Jewish professors and students.

2. The amount of money Arab countries are channeling into our Middle Eastern Studies programs.

Possible answer: Without divulging numbers, say, “When it comes to donations or grants, our schools don’t discriminate. All money is green to us. Further, we don’t let donations interfere with any of our decision-making processes.

3. Our school’s embracing and pushing eugenics (Inferior races, blacks and Jews, should be eliminated) in the 30’s and the fact that even Adolf Hitler in letters to our faculty commended and appreciated our eugenic studies;

Possible answer: Only a limited number of our professors pushed the elimination of the mentally changed or disabled from having children by sterilizing them.

4. Our schools continued to run joint study with German universities after the Nazis expelled Jewish students, fired Jewish professors and burned books written by Jewish faculty members;

Possible answer: At the time, we didn’t know Hitler was going to kill six million Jews.

MIT: Thanks for those pointers. But what about if members of the congressional delegation ask us, “If the calling for the genocide of Jews violates our codes of conduct?”

Harvard: Play lawyer on them, just add a qualifier, like, “That depends on the context.” Talk about freedom of speech. Many of the folks on the congressional delegation didn’t attend an Ivy. Therefore, they’re unable to think on their feet.

Penn: Very funny but how do we explain our lack of concern for the safety of Jewish students on campus?

MIT: We can plead ignorance. We can advise them that we’ll be more than willing to look into the matter and take affirmative steps.

Harvard: I like these proposed answers but what are you ladies wearing to the hearings?

MIT: I’m thinking about an outfit in my school colors and a yellow silk scarf embossed with my school’s insignia.

Penn: I’m thinking blue skirt with a white blouse. It’s a twofer. They’re Hanukkah colors and the colors of the  Israeli flag. I’ll accent my outfit with one of those cute little joint  Israeli/ American flag pins. I’ve used that outfit when I’m trying to land rich Jewish donors. It works.

Harvard: I’m thinking blood red, representing the blood of the Palestinians. None of the committee will get the symbolic nature of my outfit. I’ll accessorize it with a red, white and blue American flag broach. Those clowns in Congress love wearing American flag jewelry. You know what they say, “When in Rome…”

MIT: Ladies, thanks for coming to this meeting. Try to get a good night’s sleep. See you in the morning. Remember ladies, no show of emotions. We don’t want the Jews to think, we really care about them. And I don’t think I have to say this, but I’m going to say it anyway. Above all, let’s not “F” this up. Let’s not embarrass ourselves or our universities with any stupid answers. Remember we’re the best. We’re Ivys.

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December 12, 2023

G.I. Joe

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Moshe and Mordechai sat in Katz’s Bakery, in Liberty, New York, enjoying their breakfast.

Moshe bit into his bialy, chewed, swallowed and said, “Mordechai, this morning, I watched a show on Netflix called, “The Toys That Built America. It’s a great series. You should watch itThe episode I watched was about G.I. Joe. Remember how your boys loved playing with those real American heroesThey spent hours screaming, smashing and pretending they were macho soldiers winning wars for AmericaThey spent hours shooting G.I. Joe’s rifles, tossing his hand grenades and pushing his jeep up hills and through rivers. They loved pretending they were Rambo. It made them feel like men.

Do you recall when we were kids in the ’50, we’d spent days playing with grey, brown and green plastic toy soldiers. We’d set up two armies, the Nazis versus the Americans. We’d line them up and then smash them down. The Americans always won.

Since we’re talking about winners and losers, did you watch the news last night?

“Yup, I did.”

“Did you see those Jewish kids being threatened and beaten up by those pro-Palestinian mobs.”

“Yup and it was happening at prestigious universities, like Harvard, MIT, Penn and NYU. Those schools don’t seem to give a shit about their Jewish students.”

Moshe, I lay the blame for those kids’ problems on their Jewish mothers. Do you remember in the late 80’s, Jewish moms stopped  buying war toys, like G.I. Joe for their sons? Those mothers chanted, ‘War toys: What are they good for? Absolutely Nothing!’

Well, those mamales were absolutely wrong. It seems that Jewish moms have a propensity for screwing up their kids.”

“Mordechai, you got to be kidding me? You can’t believe what you’re saying. And why do Jewish mothers always get blamed for everything?”

“Nope, I’m not kidding and I believe it. When I was at UM and the Iraqi government was hanging Jews, we protested and a mob of Arab students tried to break it up. It turned into a major brawl. Fists were flying everywhere. No running. No backing down. We stood our ground. We weren’t afraid of bloody or broken noses. We fought like G.I. Joes.

Today’s smart Jewish kids never fought for anything except their grades. Today’s American Jewish kids have been brainwashed into believing their school will protect them. They think their only option is to run and barricade themselves in their dormitories. They talk flight, and not fight. They’ll run and hide by transferring to a safer school. And their parents are no help. They think just because they’re laying out 100 grand a year in fees, that these Universities should be providing bodyguards for their kids. Boy, are they wrong.”

“My friend, you know you make a good point. When I get home, I’m going online and I’m going to buy my grandsons a bunch of war toys, like G.I. Joes. This college generation of Jewish kids may be beyond help but my grandkids won’t be.”

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December 6, 2023

Guest Blogger Jim Buie Asks: Do You Remember What You Were Doing 60 Years ago 11/22/63

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Picture of President Kennedy in the limousine in Dallas, Texas, on Main Street, minutes before the assassination. Also in the presidential limousine are Jackie Kennedy, Texas Governor John Connally, and his wife, Nellie

Do You Remember What You Were Doing 60 Years ago on 11/22/63?

I sure do!  Junior in High School without a care in the world.  The excitement of what lay ahead in the future filled my mind with dreams and expectations.  It was a simpler time—think Father Knows Best or Happy Days.  If there were any angry people, mass killings, war between the political parties, Skinheads, haters, or any other problems like today, I didn’t know about it.  But be aware that I was raised on a farm, and I was sheltered from many of the bad deeds that people do.  I thought everybody loved each other and that our goal was to help one another.  OK, when you stop laughing, just accept the fact that I was naive.

I played on the High School Team and our team was undefeated!  We were ranked number one in eastern North Carolina.  Back then, there was no state champion.  The state was split in half with an East or West Champ.

It was Friday, November 22, 1963.  A beautiful fall day that started out like any other day.  Little did we know what would happen on this day and all we were thinking about was girls and football.

Our team left Stedman, NC on a bus headed to East Carolina.  We were to play against Perquimans High School for the Eastern 2A Football Championship in Ficklen Stadium.  Back then, it was only half completed so we were to play in half of a stadium.  We were undefeated with an 11-0 record.  Perquimans was 8-2 and in many of our minds, we had already won!  As a point of interest, Catfish Hunter was attending Perquimans during this time before he was a famous major league pitcher.  I don’t know if he played on the football team, but I used to tell people that he was there.

After about three hours or so, we arrived at the university around 3:00 pm.  As soon as we got off the bus, the college students were all abuzz with startling news—The President has been shot!  The President has been shot!  At first, we didn’t believe it and we thought because we were gullible high school kids, they were pulling our legs!  They said, no, it’s true—go into the student union.  In the student union was a TV.  Walter Cronkite was on the TV, and we then knew something was up because he was never on until 6 pm.  As we got closer, we could see and hear the college students crying and comforting their friends.  When we could finally hear the TV, Walter was saying, “President Kennedy has been shot—we will let you know his condition as soon as it is passed to us!”  Shortly thereafter, we learned that he was dead.

I don’t know why but I cried.  I felt sadness and fear for our country.  And a heavy feeling of dread washed over me.  President Kennedy was young and handsome.  He spoke like no other president had, pronouncing words like Alabamer instead of Alabama.  I was moved by his “Ask not what you can do for yourself” speech.  He had a beautiful wife and family.  I didn’t know about Marylin Monroe and his other escapades until much later.  In other words, he was a hero to me.  I truly thought that the game would be cancelled!

It wasn’t.  The officials agreed that we should play.  I remember the announcer saying, “Let’s pause for a moment of silence in honor of our slain president.”  I remember thinking, is that it?  Our president is dead and all we can do it give him 60 seconds of silence.  We shouldn’t even be here!  We should be surrounded by our families, glued to the TV, and mourning together!  I didn’t feel like playing the game and the fun was gone.

We played.  Or should I say, we watched!  I am sure the death of our president affected us all, but it didn’t seem to bother the Perquiman’s players because they play like demons!  We forgot about the president during the game, but we just couldn’t get the Rams ramming.  Our team’s name was the Stedman Rams. 

At half time, they were ahead something like 27 – 0.  I really don’t remember the exact score, except that we were stunned. 

Perquimans had twins at the running back positions—Freddy and Frankie Combs.  One of them would go on to NC State and make All-American!  During the second half, I was playing defensive end, and it was my job to keep the runner from getting to the outside.  The play went to the left so I relaxed thinking the left side of the defense would make the tackle.  Suddenly, the running back reversed direction and came back toward me!  I felt like I was running in concrete shoes—he ran by me so fast that it was just a blur.  Another Perquimans touchdown and the coach breathing fire mad at me for not stopping him!  

I remember the coach being angry with the Perquimans coach because they went with their first time all night—the final score was 52 – 0!  We were all dejected and down because of losing plus the feeling of dread from losing our President returned.

I really liked our coach even though he could be a hard ass, and that night after the game he surprised us.  He was competitive, and I know he was hurting inside from the loss like we were.  We were all quiet on the bus feeling like losers when he got on.  We all were expecting an ass-chewing but instead, he said, “Guys, remember we won 11 games to get here!  You are all winners in my book.  Let’s cheer up and celebrate a great season!”  On the way back home, we stopped at a restaurant and had a steak dinner as our celebration. 

We went back to our homes and routines, but things were never the same after that day.  It’s like we had lost our innocence.  President Johnson took office.  We buried President Kennedy and we moved on.  Then came the civil rights movement which was long overdue, the killings of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy, and in my mind, that day changed life for all of us.                    

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December 2, 2023