Did I regale you with the story of one of my three neighbors, who lives across the road in the middle of his ten beautiful acres, which he resents having to tend?

He's a jew, you see. A kike. They don't like doing menial work. He rides his custom $80,000 Harley up and down the street, blaring "Hey look at my cool Harley, how cool am I" music. I guess this makes him a jewmer.

When we first moved in here, he pulled in to introduce himself, and announced his jewishness. He told us how his grandparents were among the first Russo-Ukrainian jews to emigrate to Palestine, to found Israel, and isn't that cool?

I proceeded to unload the entire sordid history on him, starting with Theodore Herzl in 1897, founding Zionism. I went on about the communist Maipals, all jewish, and how the English Crown, via the British Foreign Office, traded Palestine to Lord Rothschild for 325,000 American troops for WWI, via the Balfour Agreement.

He did not like this at all, no. It made him very, very uncomfortable. He rode away, horrified that his new neighbors were LITERAL NAZIS*

> * Actually knew what the jews were, and had done.