The more appropriate question is what the fuck is up with Judaisms obsession with me. I did not seek them out or even give a shit until they included in thier stupid ass religious laws. It is a three thousand year old Jewish obsession dude.
Why don’t you ask Zev or one of the other scholars around here why my ancestry puts me on Gods list? I am not the one who believes that shit. There are lots of others who believe that of me regardless of what i think.
Ohh… you’re really not going to want to hear this, then. Just this morning I had your identity changed to a bisexual Hispanic woman. Sorry about that.
[sub]Oh yeah, and your wisdom teeth need to come out.[/sub]
There are, however, a few points I would like to make (although some have been made before):
Though others may consider you Jewish, you do not have to consider yourself Jewish. It is not a redefinition of your identity unless you make it so.
You may easily consider yourself of Jewish heritage without considering yourself Jewish. Although others might classify you differently, no one is going to insist.
Your point that Judaism is obsessed with you: No, it isn’t. If you say you’re not a Jew, trust me, no one is gonna run up and correct you, especially not with the shit you’ve been spewing on this board.
Yes, Jews have been persecuted. No, it is not a terrible horrible thing to be Jewish. As a matter of fact, it makes a lot of people happy. To others, like me, it makes fairly little difference. I don’t get persecuted, and neither will you, ok? Stop being so scared.
I’m sure we’ll soon have a flood of Pit threads from the others on that tree complaining about having been forced into the same family as SW.
This is pretty cut and dried. Willy thinks that the worst thing in the world that someone could possibly be is Jewish, and therefore he’s pissed off that someone’s calling him a Jew. Big deal.
If he wants to convince us that sometimes people are way too fucked up to be considered Jews, then he’s done that well, but unlike him, Jews don’t need to be affirmed by believing that everyone in their ‘group’ is perfect or good or worthwhile. We just get on with being ourselves. If you were someone else, SW, I’d tell you to just be yourself, but I’m not sure that’s such a good thing for the world.
I’m willing to certify on a nice pretty document that can be framed for display that Willy is not a Jew. He can show it as evidence when and if the American Nazi Party shows up to collect his membership dues and/or exterminate him.
I’ll even print it on an transfer, so Willy can iron it onto a t-shirt.
After all, if Willy’s willing to accept Jewish authority, I see no reason he should refuse to accept mine. He seems like a pretty credulous fellow.
I was about to get upset at Sweet Willy. I truly was. But I had a change of heart.
Because it’s funny, you see. It’s funny what’s happened.
Sweet Willy is a Jew. He has always been a Jew and he will always be a Jew. He can’t wash it off, he can’t convert it off, he can’t even ignore it. He can never set food in a synagogue and he will be a Jew. He can eat a ham and shrimp salad and he will still be a Jew. He can eat bread that has been baked for 19 minutes on pesach and he will still be a Jew. For the rest of his life, every single day, he will know that he is a Jew. There’s nothing he can do about it.
It’s almost like a twilight zone episode come to life. You can hear the screaming as they fade to black…
Oddly enough, I can almost sympathize with Sweet Willy.
My dad is Jewish, my mom is a lapsed Catholic. They raised me to be an atheist/agnostic. Neither one has ever taken me to any sort of religious service, ever, excepting my grandpa’s funeral mass. However, when I grew up, I became more interested in Judaism, and studied it and began to practice it, to a certain extent (hey, I only qualify as a Reformit anyway!). I spent a year in Israel, and studied Hebrew. So it came as quite a shock - and not a pleasant one - when my aunt told me that she was sure my Catholic grandma baptized me when my parents weren’t looking.
I am not a Catholic. I’ve been to Catholic services twice in my life. That someone, anyone, might consider me Catholic infuriated me.
But guess what? I got over it! My beliefs and the cultural heritage I choose to embrace are my decisions to make. No one, not even my grandma, has that kind of power over me.