I’m actually relieved that it’s not just me who’s having problems getting to Obama because of the Jews.
Two months ago: we’re all set to go bowling, we’re not even out of the car at the alley when the call comes on speaker phone from someone who identified himself as “Gary” but I swear was Woody Allen saying “Hey, Barry, I’ve been thinking, you know how I said it was okay if you acknowledged Palestine’s right to exist as an independent state? Well I got to thinking, it’s really important that you not quote me because my mom and my aunt Josephine would never ever understand and well I don’t mean to impose but if you were to do that well, I just really couldn’t have you in my house on family poker night and I don’t want you to think that’s racist… hey… pick up if your there cause I need to talk to you about the other thing but I don’t want anybody to hear…”. So I go rent my shoes, get my ball, and Barack comes in and says “Sorry Jon, he’s… well, you know how he is” (which point of fact I don’t). “I’ve gotta go see him because otherwise his aunt is going to have it all over the press. You know the Jews went from picking rags to owning every daily rag more than a century ago so… next week, I promise.”
Next week comes, no call, nothing. Then we’re supposed to go see the new STAR TREK, but I get a call when I’ve ALREADY BOUGHT TICKETS FOR ME, BARACK, AND MICHELLE! that “sorry, Rahm is… well, I’ve never seen him like this, he keeps saying that I like you better and maybe I should just make you Chief of Staff and… well, uh, he took a bunch of pills- they looked like Flinstones to me but he says they were downers, and he’s swearing that he’s going to call up the New York Post and tell them Michelle’s been having an affair with Bill Clinton which is bogus but they’d eat that up, I’m sorry, but, another time.”
Last Thursday we were supposed to play Wii Deerhunting. I get the game all set up, call at the last minute, not even from Barack Obama himself! “Mr. Sampiro… this is Esther… Barack can’t come ovah today because he needs to check my pilot light and while he’s here I wanna talk to him about my friend Myrna’s disability check cause I can’t get anywhere down at the Social Security but maybe he can help. And the kids who go up and down blasting their stereos so loud, I think some of 'em are colored cause they listen to that Enimem so I’m gonna see if he’ll talk to 'em or have ‘em taken into the army or something. How are you doin’? Did I tell you what the doctor said about my appendix? I need a TRANSPLANT!” And this is a woman I haven’t even spoken to before, but she feels that familiar.
Then the ads for the “B’nai Brith One Night Only- FIDDLER ON THE ROOF starring Harvey Fierstein as Tevye and special guest appearance by President Barack Obama as Fyedka” fliers all over town, with the big “Proceeds to benefit Mrs. Esther Mandelbaum’s Appendix Transplant Fund and Israel”- on what was incidentally the same night that Barack and I were supposed to go see UP!
Well, one thing I’ll give McCain- if he said that he’d be over for chili and grilled cheese sandwiches and to watch a Hugh Grant filmfest, he’d by God be there. (Oh, he might bring that frigid wife along, one time he brought Todd Palin who spent the whole evening trying to get me to agree to marry his daughter (“Just be til the campaign’s over, bud!”), but he came. The Jews didn’t keep him on a leash.