Teh Squeaky Wheel
Hmmmmph! Day greetings from somewhat-less-drear Larryville, GN!
Maaaaan…I wish I was one o’ them magical, shape-shifting Joooos like they have in Paris; I feel like such a failure. 🙁
Second, by George!
You might be able to shape-shift, Fatwa, if you increase your ZOG dues.
I’ll be damned if I’ll pay higher ZOG dues; I never even got my free t-shirt and copy of Everything You Need To Know About Controlling The Media And Financial System when I signed-up originally.
I see that Jimmuh the Deranged is lookin’ out for my peeps -- Jimmy Carter: Jews Safer in France than Israel:
Former President Jimmy Carter said Tuesday that Jews “on the average” are “safer in France” than in Israel, despite a massive uptick in extremist violence that has targeted Jewish people living in that country.
Guess what, you legume-loving loon…I live in Georgia; booga booga booga!
Jimmy Carter is still alive?
I think “somewhat lifelike” would be a more appropriate description.
Ditto “unhinged ambulatory turd”.
He must be like 120 years old.
He looks like an ultra-slo-mo version of the face-melting Nazi in “Raiders of the Lost Ark”.
Happy Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa and Sven!
How come only France gets those shape-shifting jooos? Why don’t we have any? Who do we talk to at the UN about this?
Jimmuh is 90 years old and an embarrassment on the international stage. On the other hand, Abe Vigoda is 93.
Can we string-up Jimmuh with Abe Vigoda’s pants?
How come only France gets those shape-shifting jooos?
Well, in America we have re-formed Jooos, instead; we really need to upgrade our Joooo technology.
we really need to upgrade our Joooo technology.
Does the Chanukah app keep your phone powered for eight times as long as one charge normally lasts?
Yes, but only once a year.
On Tu B’Shevat, I presume…or perhaps Lag B’Omer.
Many Jooish holidays sound like the names of pulp science fiction aliens.
So do you celebrate Ixtl by planting guuls in Christian babies?
Nah…’cause that would be wrong. 😉
It took me a while to sort-out those references; didn’t want to “cheat” by looking online; I recognized ’em but had a damned difficult time placing them. I was probably eleven or twelve when I read Voyage of the Space Beagle and I’ve not read it since then.
Think I tried the Weapon Makers books around the same time and didn’t much care for them. (Dad belonged to the Science Fiction Book Club until the mid-sixties; we had 100+ SF hardbacks in the house, plus paperbacks, like the $0.35 Ace Doubles.)
Shape-shifting Jooos, you mean like this one?
I almost feel a twinge of sympathy for James Brolin. Oh, wait a minute…that was just gas; nevermind.
About that gas, I’m afraid to tell you that you have just run afoul of Obama’s new methane regulations. Please present yourself to the nearest EPA office for a fine and anus reduction surgery.
*Squints and uses gravelly voice*
“That’s not gonna happen.”
Anus reduction surgery?!? Never! Not even if provided with an attractive incentive, such as an implanted analog of this: