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It is my feeling speculation of course that any greeting used to recognize the divine was long taken out to demote man and raise God Allah. So, at this point, I have to ask the reader, how much of the divine purpose is attributed to mankind and how much is attributed to our perceptions of God or the Godhead or Divine Truth?
This is really the gist of this dissertation. Is man divine or have we ascribed divinity to a concept in which we cannot measure, nor see, nor hear and can only grasp through faith? Now, I realize I may have lost some readers at this point. I believe the mind works best when it is open, much like a parachute. So, back to my point. And if so, what happened to us? Look around, the world is in miserable shape overall.
Greed, avarice, famine, starvation, war, pestilence, killings, shootings, racism, hatred, adultery, idolization of the material, recklessness and filth…this is our world today. With all of the religions and all of the churches and all of the technology and all of the science and the higher intellect, we still are on the same paths as from ancient times. Ancient India, Ancient Judea and Hawaii.
Were there struggles there, thousands of years, ago?
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Yes, I am sure there were. Most of those struggles came from outside sources as well, not from within. I have read of the cultures of all three and generally they were a peaceful duty bound people. Bonded by culture and a strong king. Nature was the number one destructive force in Hawaiian culture, gods found in nature were divine and when the people fell short, the gods punished them for failingfollowed by outside invasions.
Far down the list would be internal strife, usually emulating from within the royal family with a combination of jealousies and greed. But, the fact that divine recognition in one another kept people in check, cannot be discounted.
Egypt, Rome, China for three. You had a royal line in all three Emperor equating kingship in Ancient Rome. There was a strong drive to conquer little regard for other cultures or peoples. A strong attribution to the gods of divine power. And there you have it. Thus, enabling strong armies, or marauding hordes Genghis Khan-Mongols to set out and conquer at will. Now, to drive this home. If we, as a species, could see everyone for who they truly are, would we be so inclined to destroy them?
Why is it so difficult to grasp the idea that everyone and I mean everyone, sleeps like you, eats like you, feels like you, cries like you, laughs like you…loves their children and grand-children as you do?3 Ways to Say Bye in Hebrew
The blood we carry, all seven billion and counting of us, is red. And is pumped by the same vessel found in each and every one of us. What is it about our culture and world view that causes us to deny the divine in each of us? He misses the ball by three feet but he's still happy. Now he's a truck driver or a cab driver. It was always a derisive term and it applied to a guy who was considered to have gotten nowhere in life.
Unfortunately, a truck driver was often one who was thought to be crude, who had no class, had no manners, was not gracious, or delicate, not sophisticated, was vulgar. But it's a bad rap on truck drivers, and I think it's a bad taste to give him the connotation.
If you call a guy a balagoleh, you're really saying he's the equivalent of a person at the lowest economic level. But a truck driver today is not at the lowest economic level anymore.
He's a respectable citizen with a relatively good union job who makes as much money today as most of the people in professional jobs. But there is still the stigma of being a truck driver and a cab driver. If you're in the Catskills and meet the average New York cab driver who is there on vacation and ask him what he does for a living, he'll never admit he's a cab driver. But if he says he's in the transportation business, or even communications, he's verging on the truth to a degree. Taxi drivers now make a comfortable living, but the guy driving he taxi is still embarrassed by his job.
That's why, whenever you get into a cab, the driver always has an apologetic speech to make. But while others might be comfortable driving a taxi cab nowadays, a Jew still isn't. You'll notice that a gentile who drives a cab is a cab driver, but not a Jew.
This is not my regular business. I just sold a luncheonette and moved from Philadelphia. I just gave up a business in Pittsburgh. I could open four more businesses tomorrow. You think I want to bother with this?
I only do this to help out my brother-in-law. I wasn't busy that day so I started driving. You think I know why? I don't need this. I piss away money like this in ten minutes; it means nothing to me. You think I want a tip? You think I care about it? A lousy dollar to a guy like me? A man in my position, do you think I need a dollar? All right, I'll take it. Do you think after all, I want to hurt your feelings? When people don't have an answer to why something happened, they say its bashert.
They romanticize, for example, the whole idea of a guy and a girl meeting. It was fate that put them together. Gentiles also like to think that relationships come from fate, but they don't put quite as much stock in it as Jews do.
To find the right mate, gentiles think you have to travel around a lot, meet people, join three hundred singles groups, vacation with Club Med, attend a matching session, go to another group, then to a singles bar. Finally, you meet someone. And that is fate. Gentiles don't talk so much about fate because they work too hard to find the right person. They want to attribute it to their intelligence. They know so much about psychology that they understand how to evaluate a person. In the old days in Europe, Jews didn't go anyplace.
You met a person because there wasn't anyone else to meet. Jews lived in a very small town, called a shtetl. Someone put you together with someone and it was all artificially arranged. The person who did this was called a schatchen, or matchmaker.
And the families had to convince themselves that these two people really belonged together. There was no reason for this couple to be together. They didn't pick each other out. There was no other way to justify the stupidity of these two people having nothing in common having to live the rest of their lives together, so people told themselves that it was God's way.
Nowadays, if your daughter marries a guy who you can't stand, in order to make yourself comfortable with it you say it's bashert.
They have to bring God into it to find an excuse for accepting it. You don't want to say she's an idiot, or the marriage stinks or the thing won't last or it's the dumbest thing you ever saw. You try to prevent it until the wedding day, and every inch of the way you're complaining and fighting and screaming and threatening to kill, plunder, and murder. But she marries him anyway, and you say, it's bashert, it was the will of God.
The will of God means you fought like hell and you lost. It's used in the saying, Billik vi borsht! He doesn't know what he paid for it, but it has to be a bargain.
And if it's a bargain, he got it billik. You spent a fortune! They don't care how much you spend, it's how much you saved. It's the bluntest way a Jew has of calling someone a liar, a phony, a contemptuous lout. She was looking for a job at four o'clock in the morning. She was in the wrong building. She thought she was in the unemployment office. She didn't know I was a guy. She thought I was a couch, a horse, a chair.
She must have thought I was a couch because she wanted to lie down to me. She was up late. She traveled a long distance. It has a great reputation as the all-purpose cleanser, the all-purpose medicine, the all-purpose waker-upper, the all purpose expression of hospitality, of friendship, of neighborliness. Chicken soup, for Jews, is what a pizza, a hot-dog, and an apple pie all together are for gentiles. Chicken soup is the expression of everything a Jew represents. It's a great expression of love, and since it is served hot also conveys warmth.
The fact that it's a picker-upper made it a medicine. It was also very popular from early on because it was a great way to save money on dinner. It's heavy and fattening and poor Jews always ate chicken soup. They always had potatoes on the side and chicken soup in the plate.
In the broth you add a matzo ball, which is rolled up dough, or you add a kreplach, rolled dough with chopped meat inside, or you'd have rice, or kasha, which is essentially buckwheat.
So between the potatoes and the chicken soup, the poverty-stricken Jew on the Lower East Side in New York for thirty years was able to fill himself up for twenty cents. Chicken soup is a great pasta dish, even though nobody calls it that. The gentiles of America have gotten into pasta as the great new hip fetish food. But what is a pasta dish, anyway? Many Jews felt they left chicken soup and noodles behind when they moved to the suburbs. They all decided that chicken soup was too Jewish.
It wasn't hip enough, it wasn't gentile enough, and didn't have enough nutritional value. It also wasn't sexy enough. So they switched from chicken soup to gazpacho. From gazpacho to French onion soup, and from French onion soup to minestrone soup. From that they went to quiche, and quiche became a hot item that symbolized success. Then they moved up to Japanese fish was never cooked and called it sushi. And after all these foods, they settled on pasta. Now when pasta became the biggest hit in hip America, Jews didn't even know it but they were back to chicken soup.
Pasta is nothing but chicken soup noodle soup when you leave out the soup and the chicken. If you want to eat the best pasta and the hippest pasta and the smartest pasta today, you're back to eating chicken soup. One of the most popular pastas today is angel hair pasta. If an old Jew eats it, it's called chicken soup. If a young Jew eats it, he feels hip by calling it angel hair pasta. Pretty soon they'll start adding water back to it to make it taste better.
People do that all the time. They do exactly the same thing that used to be done, but they give it new titles and they feel like a swinger because it's a new generation. Years ago, a cafeteria was a cafeteria. Now, all over America people are eating in cafeterias, but they're calling them salad bars. A cafeteria just sounded too Jewish. It sounded like a place refugees ate in, and it sounded like a way to save money on a waiter. It also made you feel like you weren't getting anywhere in life, so they came up with a name that makes it sound more continental, and if you feel continental, then you could eat in a cafeteria.
And order angel hair pasta with a matzo ball. It's the ultimate tribute to a scholar. But it can also be said of a shrewd man because he's so clever, or inventive. A brain surgeon he'll never be.
A genius he's not. This is a word where you have to get the melody down more than the word itself. If the word goes up on the first syllable, you're serious about calling someone a wise person. If it goes up at the end of the word, you mean to say that this supposedly brilliant scholar is really a total idiot. A Jewish business owner sends his son to college. He learns computer technology, metaphysics, he learns marketing, research analysis, he studies demographics, psychology, he studies the population centers of America, and brought it all down to subdivisions of levels of proprietorship on the basis of customer analysis.
And as soon as he takes over the business-boom! The father never went to school in his life, came here as a refugee who escaped from a concentration camp, he's walking around with tattoos on his arm and somehow, no matter how much he makes, no matter how he built this little shop into a big business, the son only knows one thing.
His father doesn't know what he's doing. You call this a business? You know how much money Bill Gates made this year? It's a guy who wants everything whether it belongs to him or not, and wants one hundred times more than he has a right to expect.
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Like you give someone a shirt as a gift. Can't I have at least three more? A normal person sits in a restaurant and takes a bite of chicken and if it doesn't taste good, he calls the owner over, but not the chozzer. He waits to finish it first then wants his money back. How did the chicken disappear? Was the sanitation department here to pick it up on a truck? No, you ate it! I didn't eat the chicken. Maybe the guy next to me ate it. This isn't the greatest neighborhood. People will steal anything.
How should I know where the chicken went? I'm not a detective. All I know is I'm still hungry. I want something to eat. There's no such thing as a chozzer without chutzpah, though you can have chutzpah and not be a chozzer.
A companion saying is, A chozzer bleibt a chozzer bleibt is pronounced, bligh-bt. It means that a pig always remains a pig no matter what. If a guy does something wrong to you and then does it a second time, this symbolizes the fact that he can't learn, he can't improve, and he won't change. A leopard doesn't change its spots. You can't teach an old dog new tricks.
The man was a pig, he is a pig, and he'll die a pig. This man is an unchangeable commodity. He stinks from the bottom up, and always will. He's abusing you and making demands on you that he has no right to expect. A guy with chutzpah takes out a gun and shoots you in the heart and then blames you for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. If not for you, he wouldn't be charged with murder. You had the gall to drop dead after he shot you.
If you hadn't done that to him, he'd be a man without problems. Emmeseh means the ultimate, but it doesn't have to be sex. It could be a car, a pair of shoes, a pastrami sandwich.
Whatever is the best. Whenever you get something for wholesale, it becomes di emmeseh shoireh. If you got it at cost, it becomes di richtik shoireh. That's one step better than di emmeseh shoireh. This is the real real McCoy, and there's never been another McCoy like it. It's everybody's sister-in-law or brother-in-law. It's a scatterbrain, but more than that, it's a chatterer. Someone whose conversation is pointless and hopeless and endless.
Someone who keeps talking even thought the conversation is going nowhere because the greatest fear in their life is to keep quiet. They can't keep quiet. Draykops are people with the least to say and take the longest to say it. They can't say hello without trying to impress you about where they're going, what they're doing, and they'll include fifty bobbeh meissahs in two minutes. You say hello to a draykop and he tells you he's a producer and he's making three pictures this week.
A bobbeh meissah will tell you he bought the Empire State Building. A draykop thinks he actually did. Not only that, but a draykop actually brings his furniture into the lobby because he thinks it belongs there. A draykop always drops names and he convinces himself he actually met these people. He'll tell you he went fishing with George Bush on Thursday.
I spoke to him about it last night, but I didn't get anywhere with him. But I'm going back. Am I glad you told me. That's why nothing worked out. And before you know it, he's involved with every problem in the world. He solved three-quarters of them. The rest he's working on, and yet he never left his house. He's still trying to save up enough money to make a phone call.
He's also a financial genius; he's figured out a way to save the world. The first thing you do, he says, is eliminate trees. He always has fantastic fantasies that will straighten out everything. And nothing has to make sense. It only has to make sense in his mind. He keeps talking and his head keeps swelling and he doesn't care if you're listening or not. By the time he's finished, he feels so important he doesn't need you altogether.
He's already impressed with himself and he leaves. It's an all-inclusive word that deals with problems or tragedies or negative emotions of any kind. And naturally the reverse of it is, you should only know from happiness. To a Jewish mother, they don't want you to know from tsores. They are like watchdogs against troubles. If a Jewish mother sees you sitting and thinking, she gets worried. Every Jewish mother is the same.
They interrupt you right away because it looks dangerous. Be happy, be comfortable, why do you have to take life so seriously? I happen to have a problem. I have to solve it. What do you have to worry about problems? You have everything a person could want in life. You're healthy, you're not living in the street, you have to worry about problems? Forget about the problem. I have to put it up. Up is not important. A house is a house.
You never saw a house before? There are builders that build. Why are you getting involved? She never wants me to even think of something.
Once I'm thinking, I'm too quiet. Quiet to them means a problem. I can tell there's something on your mind. When you get quiet, you start to think, when you start to think, you get depressed. Where do you think ulcers come from? Go out and enjoy yourself. What it means is, He should drop dead. He shouldn't even take a chance that his feet should go first because then he might realize where he's going and get out in time. But if he goes head first, then he can't change his mind.
He's already buried before he can think it over.
He's wiped out before he knew what hit him. When you wish this, then you believe the guy doesn't deserve a conversation or the courtesy to yell for help- he can't yell for help because his head's in the ground already. One who gets this fate wished upon him is the worst kind of person. He could have done anything. He could have evicted your mother from her apartment. He could have called your sister a whore. He could have loaned you nine dollars and not had the decency to stop hounding you about it, starting five minutes after he loaned it.
A farbissener, or female farbisseneh, is an embittered person, someone who is sour about anything and everything. A farbissener is always irritable. He's the guy who feels the world should send him checks for nothing. That he should not have to get up in the morning and go to work. There has never been a bus that has arrived on time for a farbissener. A farbissener is someone that feels you owe him something, but doesn't know what, and wants it right away. Even if he got it, he still wouldn't be happy.
Because then he couldn't complain. If a farbissener can't complain, he might drop dead on the spot. I know this and don't you compare yourself to me. So who are you bullshitting, mister?
When he can't give you factual information he tells you you'll never know half as much as he's forgotten. It's a saying common in political discussions. Two guys are arguing about Russia and neither one has any way to prove his point. So they start using insults to try to dominate the conversation. Are you telling me that the Czar of Russia was always a wonderful person? He was the worst bastard that ever lived. The Czar of Russia is my field. You're going to tell me about beautiful girls?
What do you know about beautiful girls? Immediately the wife is wondering if he's got something going on the side. Feh is the shortest, most efficient way in the Yiddish language to say something smells. If someone is walking around with a shirt that you can't stand, and he asks your opinion of it, you're not going to tell him it looks like it belongs in the garbage.
God should only be listening. It comes when you want to give somebody a compliment. God should only be listening to the words you just said because I know it's a long shot, I haven't got a chance, but if there's any possibility it requires God's help, so I hope he's hearing about it.
You hear this phrase a lot regarding hopes for children. Your son is three-and-a-half years old, but already the future is clear to his uncle. Gefilte fish was originated by Jews in Eastern Europe.
Since they couldn't afford one whole dish, they would grind up pieces of leftover fish and pack it together. It was a new fish: It's a bitter taste, and it was probably added to kill the taste of the original stuffed fish.
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Chraine contributes to giving a Jew heartburn, and Jews and heartburn go together. And every time you say hello to a Jew, he's got Rolaids, he's got Maalox, he's got pills. You get a medicine chest whenever you talk to a Jew. Gentiles carry pocketbooks with combs and lipstick. Jews carry those items, too, but most of their pocketbooks are filled with medicines. Even the healthiest Jews have medicines and pills.
You would think its only a sick person who has them, who's ninety-seven years old and in a wheelchair and who was told to take a pill every three minutes. The healthiest Jew, I don't care if he's nine years old, he already has Rolaids. He's got toys and Rolaids, because already he has an upset stomach. When the gentile is playing ball, the Jew is taking pills. Now that I live in a gentile town, I could walk around the area a whole day and not find a single person with aspirin. But when I used to walk into a hotel on Miami Beach and say I have a headache, five thousand yentas were opening pill boxes.
They got pills for bigger headaches and for smaller headaches. Now they all become doctors. Because I only have for a weak migraine. Shirley has for a strong migraine. You want a number three? I got a number three. I got a white pill, I got a green one for an hour and a half. I got this one for three hours.
I got something else for nine hours. Are you going to be sitting or are you going to be dancing? If you're dancing I got a dancing pill. Are you going to be dancing fast or slow? I got a fast-dance pill and a slow-dance pill.
Are you going to walk after you dance? Or are you going to lie down for an hour? I got for lying down or standing up. Only eat a little before you take that. And drink all the water you can. Seltzer would be even better.