I'm trying to stay true to the new format and focus, folks, but I $uppo$e this might give you a clue as to why:
"She likes to say, “I’ve had three lives.”
The first was her childhood during the Great Depression and her young adult years during World War II, when she worked in a personnel office in New York handling paperwork for the scientists who were developing the atomic bomb. (She did not know what the scientists were working on until she read their names in The New York Times after a bomb was dropped. She also didn’t know that her husband, who was in the Air Force, was secretly on the island in the Pacific where the plane carrying that bomb took off.)
One of her lives helped take the lives of thousands?
Also see: The Worst Days in World History
Yeah, that's funny. The two single greatest war criminal acts of all history.
I suppose they have more immediate problems right now, and not the dolphins.
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Timing of the laughs are off.
Her second life was in the Catskills after the war, where her family owned, and lived above, a Jewish funeral home for 40 years. “There’s a lot of black humor there,” she said. “We called it the ‘Fun Home.’ ”
Oh, man. I find nothing funny about death.
Then there was the time when she learned what a “contact high” was because her husband, Joseph, happened to be the mayor of Monticello, N.Y., in 1969 when nearly a half-million young people showed up at a farm in nearby Bethel for a music festival called Woodstock.
What, back when pot wasn't a big hassle with authority even if it's medical?
The fact that I'm not laughing must tell you something, huh?
And then there is her third life, in Boston, where she continues to lead an active social life while living independently in her own apartment on the day a Globe reporter visited....
Time for me to leave.
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Since the Globe is yucking it up this morning:
"Looks like ‘Seinfeld’ cast is up to something
Looks like the “Seinfeld” cast has gotten together to do something — not a big thing — but something that amounts to a reunion . . . of sorts. And we may know by the time the Super Bowl ends Sunday night. Jerry Seinfeld planted a few tantalizing hints this week, when responding to questions about recently being seen filming a scene (or something) with Jason Alexander (that’s George, as if anyone has forgotten) at the New York diner Tom’s Restaurant, now famed as the Seinfeld characters’ favorite meeting place. What Seinfeld said on WFAN radio was that the cast had indeed gotten together to film a one-off scene of some kind, something short in duration but longer than 60 seconds. (That seemed to scotch the idea that the scene would be part of a Super Bowl commercial.) And that the result would be seen “very soon.” On Friday, Seinfeld’s publicist, Tom Keaney, confirmed only the details that Seinfeld himself had leaked, noting that the scene is not a commercial, but adding that “the cat will be out of the bag very soon.” (New York Times)."
Who cares what the tool of mainlining Jewish neuroticism through the Zionist Media Machine is up to?
Living, dead, doesn't seem to matter. A Jew is even behind and responsible for the greatest living American currently on the planet, and perhaps the greatest American of my lifetime. He is so often overlooked, even by me.
I would continue further with the theme of this post; however, I think the point has been made and time is of the essence.
