G-d is a Jew—whether whatever.
And even a Jew may try to Jew it up at another Jew; that is, nothing new.
A humbling time to realise that in despite all efforts, no matter how hard you try; your arse won’t make it on its own.
Hypothetically, the Jewish nation could impose all its current Jewish people to go through one quick and unique conversion for some, and for others a second. And this one quick and unique assessment/regiment will suggest all the current Jewish people, naturally, to whether consciously or unconsciously to either consciously or unconsciously choose to take a sit or a walk; as a scaled worldwide sifter that would make Israel and its people pure—a world deprived of any goy to ever shit on your head, on your blood, on your star—once more. One world. One people. One race.
Wanna keep Kosher in the Western world; “That’s so cute.”
I may be a babe but not a baby.
I’ve got the Jewish DNA ancestry proof, the Jewish medical research proof, the Jewish family name connection proof; And what do they want from me—a letter.
I’ve just found out on my birth certificate that my Jewish grandfather’s name is from a Sephardic Jewish surname of Hebrew origin which has its roots in the same place where now is Jerusalem.
I have been crying for the thoughts of my days sitting in a Jewish conversion class amongst the goyim; a grim and a disgrace. What has become of us.
In the goy’s worst case scenario, my Jewish blood is going to be converted into Judaism.
“We need Proof of Judaism,” what about I take a bullet in my head instead.
Nowadays, it’s all about who’s name sounds like a Jew and who’s name doesn’t and who’s the synagogue of the month and who doesn’t; instead of, who is a Jew and who isn’t.
I only fear Hashem—whatever you say.
“You people, the Jews, are the main problem in the world,” sure we are. Especially when it comes down to your wives and husbands, families and friends, neighbourhoods and cities, countries and democraties. We sure are, us, the Jews; a small numbered, reclusive, and humble population who are gifted, smart, heroic, charismatic, strong, beautiful, and among many godlike attributes and qualities the best survivors for over 2000 years. And of all the rest of the population on earth you can think of including your little selves we are the main source to point at and out blame your SHAMING problems. Hold her. Hold her.
When you try to ask questions so to make conversation—because, I am not a boring person—and they look at you with suspicion as though to say; “Foreign, why are you asking me questions.”
Sometimes I forget to remind myself not to forget before going outside that I’m not welcome. It just helps with everything you know; like in how I’m not welcome. It feels better now isn’t. Smile.
When watching TV shows in Hebrew and they’re making a joke out of us for that matter why not watch the white people counterpart instead. We all got it, your disappointment, now grow up and move on.
Stranger; “What about it.”
Me; “It is not a choice. You are born as is, baruch Hashem.”
Stranger; “If your G-d ever asks you to kill another Jew.”
Me; “Because if this would be the case, then it would mean that I would have to start with myself.”
Shalom to my Jewish parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents and so on so forth who survived persecution, slavery, and war which somewhere, sometime out of possible boredom two people have made it possible for this little me to happen. It’s just that I am practicing what I am going to say when the world is going to ask about my invisible family relevant history. Great. Thanks.