Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Oy, now that the voters in Isroel have realised it is not really Jewish to be left, our ratalachs are patroling all over the land to make sure that there are no remaining farblongjid leftniks.
Nu shoin, the Left is for luftmenschen. We do not like to share. We much prefer to take and take, and never to give back.
But look at our beautiful sons of Yisrael with their lichticheh punims, Bibi’le, Avigdor’le and Barak’le. This is what Auntie calls a bunch of proper glat Kosher butchers.
When they are on patrol together, I can feel in my kishkas that our corridor for Yiddishe redemption is just around the corner.
United Against the Left
Farblongjid (far-blunge-jed) – completely lost and confused, either in one’s head or on the ground. “God forbid you should ask for directions! Now we’re completely farblongjid!”
Glat – smooth, flawless, the way it’s done in kosher abbattoirs.
Kishka – guts, intestines. “I was so upset, I was eating my kishkas out!”
Lichticheh punims (lich-tich-eh) literally, “lit up.” Happy, shining, radiant, beaming. A big smiling face is a lichticheh punim.
Luftmensch – an “air man”, a space cadet, someone with their head in the clouds, someone who dreams big but never acts.
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