Jewish humor is filled with self-deprecating observations. We poke fun at our peculiar foibles, and frequently address our greatest anxieties — intermarriage, Jew-hatred, weight-gain — with a take-no-prisoners attitude.
If you want to know how Jews are really feeling about something or someone, pay attention to the jokes Jews tell each other.
A few days ago, Karen and I attended a lovely wedding in Pacific Palisades.
During the smorgasbord, a friend approached, made the obligatory l’chaim and asked:
“On which Jewish holiday did Barack Obama die?”
“Obama’s not dead.”
“The day Obama dies is going to become a Jewish holiday.”
Here’s the second punch line: the guy who told me the joke is one of the few Orthodox Jewish Democrats — most Torah Jews are Conservative Republicans — with whom I’m acquainted. But he is, in his own words, “Doing teshuvah, for helping elect a straight-up Jew-hater.”
Here’s an array of fun pictures to help us get through the weekend.
Old wine skin?
No, sorry. It’s a bird’s eye view of a coffee table made of petrified wood, found at Restoration Hardware, Los Angeles.
Maybe a boot?
Nope, not a boot. Sorry.
I’m late to the contest, Robert (sorry, but I’ve been visiting the beach and Walt Disney’s legacy in Florida for the past 10 days), but it looks like there is stitching on the sides of the object, so I’m going to guess a baseball (or softball) hide.
No, sorry, it’s not a baseball or softball.
So… when are you going to call off the contest and let us know? 🙂
In a day or two.
It’s a liberal who just had the water of reality thrown on them. Yes, my pretty!
A few days ago, Karen and I attended a lovely wedding in Pacific Palisades.
During the smorgasbord, a friend approached, made the obligatory l’chaim and asked:
“On which Jewish holiday did Barack Obama die?”
“Obama’s not dead.”
“The day Obama dies is going to become a Jewish holiday.”
I remember hearing that joke about Saddam Hussein, may he rot in hell.
Hope Emerson was also Oscar nominated for her performance in CAGED, as the sadistic prison matron.
RJ Wagner has some nice stories about his relationship with Barbara Stanwyk in his book. It made me think more of both of them.
I have not read Wagner’s book. Putting on my list. Thanks.
Barbara Stanwyck has had issues, it appears, with children, her own, and those of her best friend Renee Godfrey. She was not a doll. I do not consider Wagner one of those children, although it was indeed, robbing the cradle.
Stanwyck was a difficult woman, no question about it.
Eleanor Parker might have made a swell Kitty Fremont. (Nothing wrong with Eva Marie…just something that came into my mind after reading the piece.)
An asphalt patch on a roof?
I think a lot of close minority communities indulge in self-deprecating humor. In my experience, the ones that dont’ aren’t healthy.
Sounds like your friend is at least coming around.
Barbara Stanwyck is enjoyable to look at at any age. Perhaps I shouldn’t be too hard on her for feeling otherwise, though.
Nope, not an asphalt patch. Sorry.
Guess correctly what this is and you win a…
Is it wampum?
No, not a wampum.
What a זכות for your father that he provided kosher food for Jewish soldiers. Beautiful!
Is the unidentified object a baseball cap?
Not a baseball cap. Sorry.
Wonderful story about Kelly’s Kosher Kitchen. Thank you.
You’re very welcome. It’s ironic, but my father’s closest colleagues in the Chaplaincy were pious Christians. The liberal rabbis were, um, so liberal they made believe that Judaism’s central dogma was eating bagels on Sunday morning.
If you watch the Car 54 Where Are You? episode, “See You at the Bar Mitzvah”, Rabbi Solomon’s best buddy, and effectual helper in getting others to attend my fictional distant relation, Joel Pokrass’, Bar Mitzvah, is Father Charlie somebody. I can’t remember his name.
Poor Joel. His dad is Pokrass the Landlord, meanest man in NYC at the time, perhaps. He has a bit of redemption at the end. 🙂
Covvie, you write as though you were on the show. Were you?
I heard Leo Durocher tell a story about Dizzy Dean and Hank Greenberg that happened at the 34 World Series. Diz was the starting pitcher for St. Louis and was watching Greenberg take batting practice. At this time Diz walked up and bet Hank $100 that he would strike him out every time he came up. Hank took the bet (he’d batted something like .350’s that season) any out come but a strike out he wins. Anyway the first couple of times up Dizzy got him, but the third time up with a 1-1 count Greenberg fouled straight up behind the plate. The catcher settled in 3 or 4 feet behind the plate for an easy catch. Just before the landed in the mitt, Dizzy came off the mound and tackled the catcher, the ball fell foul, strike two, and on the next pitch strike three! Just imagine how the press and announcers would react today.
Leo told this story on the old Dick Cavett show in the 70’s or early 80’s. It was a series of 4 or 5 shows with Leo Durocher, Hank Aaron, Mickey Mantle, and retired umpire Tom Gorman. The stories they told, it was wonderful.
Wonderful story!
Is it my imagination or was baseball once a wonderful sport that has sunk into decadence? Heck, I remember when the players on the Brooklyn Dodgers actually lived in Brooklyn.
I don’t know Robert, I feel that way too, but baseball (like many other sports) probably never was very pristine to begin with. I do know this in sports, when the big money moves in, the colorful characters and happenings tend to disappear(bad for business you know), I bet you could say the exact same thing about Hollywood, wait maybe you have been on this blog.