Thursday, December 24, 2015

They don't make Jews like Jesus anymore.

OK boys and girls one of the Kadizzle fans is bitching because there has been nothing here for two days, so here it goes, some rambling nonsense.

Kadizzle is in a mixed marriage, so are both his daughters.  What is the mixture?  We decided to mix religion, not color, a much safer thing in the world where they shoot black people in the back for overtime parking.  At any rate we are gathered around the kitchen table with Megan and Sam.  Let's back up a little.  Kadizzle was born into a Methodist, Presbyterian mix.  Kadizzle's father had little use for religion. He was adopted by a Methodist minister.  What could possibly go wrong?  Kadizzles mother went to the local Presbyterian church for the terminally wealthy.  After they tried locking Kadizzle in the Sunday school room at a very early age Kadizzle had little use for organized religion.  Kadizle has become an Orthodox athiest.  The Commander is a pure bred Jewish girl.  So our children are half breeds, but there is a but.  The Jewish law says the genetics for being Jewish are through the mother. So if your mother was or is Jewish you are automatically in the club.  Now, Sam, Megan's husband is the son of a Jewish father, and a Catholic mother.  Their family basically considers themselves Jewish. Now Sam had to have the goyim rinsed out of him.  A goyim is a non Jew.

This all gets us back to Kinky Friedman.  Kinky Friedman is a strange songwriter, and country western singer. Kinky Friedman is Jewish so the combination of being a country western Jewish cowboy type leads to some good humor.  We are sitting here listening to Kinky Friedman.  Kinky wrote a song "They don't make Jews like Jesus anymore".  Before he sings the song Kinky tells a story about coming across a statue in Texas.  At the statue a cattle baron, and a poor Mexican are praying.  If Kadizzle can pull it off he will put a video of the song on here.

Here is a short version of the monologue.  The cattle baron is in front of the statue praying to Jesus.  The cattle baron complains to Jesus that all his Cadillacs are broken down,  the cattle have the blight, the oil wells are dry, and the IRS are after him.  As the cattle baron prays he hears a noise behind the statue.  Walking around behind the statue the rancher finds a little Mexican man on his knees praying.  The Mexican says his wife is pregnant with her twelfth child, she is sick, they are about to lose their home.  The cattle baron reaches in his wallet and pulls out one hundred dollars.  When he gives it to the Mexican he says, " Here little buddy don't bother Jesus with that shit anymore".  Kadizzle really gets a kick out of this monologue.

Now Kadizzle loves irritating the right wing conservatives.  Kadizzle wants to adapt this story to North Dakota and see if he can get the Bismarck Tribune to publish it as a letter to the editor.  The idea would be to have the same situation occur in the oil patch in North Dakota.  The children and wife say this is plagiarism.  It is but who will notice.  So Kadizzle if his ambition gland perks may work on a fictious story that imitates Kinky's story.




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