Thursday, February 17, 2011

In the terms of endearment - The Royal Nonesuch, etc.

Went to Grand Lodge one day in December and this dude in a cowboy hat didn't like my stingy brim - said so - followed me and a friend around saying things about how the Holocaust didn't really even happen, that it was just some spin doctoring by some very clever boys wearing yarmulkes, nice Jewish boys with an axe to grind and ready access to the media, etc., etc., the liberal plots against law and order and communism to the bone, all that jazz.

I said, whoa, pod-nuh, but I come from the City of Saints John, the Temple, etc., Sol and Company, Little David and the whole ball of wax.

Makes no difference, the Nazi said. Gon' break it off in you. Get ready to ride the train, and words to that effect.


Hey, people, dig this. Aaron Zelman said it best. He said, "If every Jewish family and anti-Nazi family had owned a Mauser rifle, 20 rounds of ammunition and the will to use it, Hitler would be a little-known footnote to the history of the Weimar Republic."

I have to agree. Stand by to stand by, Mr. Cowboy Hat. It won't take long when we hook it up, hoss.

Gon' wear my stingy brim fedora, that Cicero Ave. crash helmet - strictly from Flatbush - what else ya' got, bubba?

Here, think fast. Hold this! Ha Ha Ha.

Nazi schmuck. Hold this.

- The Legendary

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