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So, listen. This rabbi was living in Nebraska, and got stalkerish anti-Semitic material from The Grand Dragon of the White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan in Nebraska (how do they even say that sort of thing without laughing at themselves?). Instead of calling the police he began prank calling the man - except instead of restricting himself to the classics or heavy breathing he left messages like "The Nazis totally would've hated you too" and all. (Legally, that's not, well, legal, but I guess he started it, right?)
Wait, wait, WAIT. So this goes on for several months, right? After a while the erstwhile harasser picks up the phone, agrees to meet with the rabbi, and they become friends. And he eventually converts to Judaism.
How does that even happen? I mean, it's cool that it worked out, but seriously. WTF? You have to read this article.
Wait, wait, WAIT. So this goes on for several months, right? After a while the erstwhile harasser picks up the phone, agrees to meet with the rabbi, and they become friends. And he eventually converts to Judaism.
How does that even happen? I mean, it's cool that it worked out, but seriously. WTF? You have to read this article.
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Date: 2009-01-09 03:04 pm (UTC)ROFL, I've always wondered the very same thing, because... well, sheesh, how do they? I know I sure couldn't.
I can just picture me now. There I'd be, the High Grandassmaster Hissef, all big and manly red-necked and skinheaded or whatever, standing proudly before the lodge podium in my finest big white bedsheets and tall pointy hat, waiting to bestow the Highest Honor of our sacred brotherhood.
And here he comes, our new Grand Dragon yet to be, solemnly stepping up in his big ol' bedsheets and tall pointy hat to receive the sainted ribonnette of Grand Dragonhood from my hand. The entire Ku Kluxin' world looks on as I salute him reverently and loop the precious bling-bit over his... uh... over his tall pointy hat, as I pronounce the hallowed words of the ancient Rite:
"I now pronounce you the Grand Dragon of *snerk*... of the*merfle snort*... White Knights of the KU KLUX KLAN!!! of NEBRA... aah... BAW HAW HAW HAW HAW!!!!!!!!.
Don't 'spect I'd be Grand Dragon very long. Probably no longer than it'd take for one of my Klan Bruthers to pull out his piece and cap me right there, because I don't think those guys have much sense of humor. I mean, obviously they must not, or they'd fall down laughing every single time they caught a glimpse of their own reflections.
(Uh... they do reflect, right? and don't sparkle or anything dumb like that? Not that refraining from sparkling is really going to help them much, considering the dork-factor of their get-ups. Especially the hats. Hey, I'll bet anything the hats glow in the dark!!!)
If you want to see something really hilariously surreal, get that nasty old Klan movie, Birth of a Nation, and play it backwards and forwards at varying speeds. I guarantee a Beverage Warning will be in effect when you watch those ghosty-lookin' fools leap into their saddles and ride off backwards in their eccentric attire, all in jerky archaic-motion-picture action.
Like Forrest Gump's Mama said, "Sometimes people do things, well, that just don't make no sense." That's the KKK all right. I have to wonder if their wives go along to Klan meetings, dressed in normal-people clothes and chatting with each other like Moms at the school Halloween party while their husbands in silly hats make speeches and threats up front, all macho and important.
It seems absurd, because how could any man feel macho in a hat like that? Unless of course he's holding an octopus in one hand, a ginormous shiny cleaver in the other, and has just won the Big Prize on Iron Chef, in which case he's entitled to feel as macho as he wishes. Guys who don't know how to cook an octupus eight ways in eight minutes need not apply; they're just embarrassing themselves.
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Date: 2009-01-10 11:56 pm (UTC)Apparently, seriously, wives of KKK members are far more likely than their husbands to quietly not toe the party line. Say, by taking their kids to a Jewish doctor because he's the best doctor, forget that he's a Jew. "Oh, I didn't know Kohen was a Jewish name!"
It seems absurd, because how could any man feel macho in a hat like that?
It's not the hat, it's the mask aspect. They're very comfortable, I expect everybody will be wearing masks soon.
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Date: 2009-01-09 03:04 pm (UTC)ROFL, I've always wondered the very same thing, because... well, sheesh, how do they? I know I sure couldn't.
I can just picture me now. There I'd be, the High Grandassmaster Hissef, all big and manly red-necked and skinheaded or whatever, standing proudly before the lodge podium in my finest big white bedsheets and tall pointy hat, waiting to bestow the Highest Honor of our sacred brotherhood.
And here he comes, our new Grand Dragon yet to be, solemnly stepping up in his big ol' bedsheets and tall pointy hat to receive the sainted ribonnette of Grand Dragonhood from my hand. The entire Ku Kluxin' world looks on as I salute him reverently and loop the precious bling-bit over his... uh... over his tall pointy hat, as I pronounce the hallowed words of the ancient Rite:
"I now pronounce you the Grand Dragon of *snerk*... of the*merfle snort*... White Knights of the KU KLUX KLAN!!! of NEBRA... aah... BAW HAW HAW HAW HAW!!!!!!!!.
Don't 'spect I'd be Grand Dragon very long. Probably no longer than it'd take for one of my Klan Bruthers to pull out his piece and cap me right there, because I don't think those guys have much sense of humor. I mean, obviously they must not, or they'd fall down laughing every single time they caught a glimpse of their own reflections.
(Uh... they do reflect, right? and don't sparkle or anything dumb like that? Not that refraining from sparkling is really going to help them much, considering the dork-factor of their get-ups. Especially the hats. Hey, I'll bet anything the hats glow in the dark!!!)
If you want to see something really hilariously surreal, get that nasty old Klan movie, Birth of a Nation, and play it backwards and forwards at varying speeds. I guarantee a Beverage Warning will be in effect when you watch those ghosty-lookin' fools leap into their saddles and ride off backwards in their eccentric attire, all in jerky archaic-motion-picture action.
Like Forrest Gump's Mama said, "Sometimes people do things, well, that just don't make no sense." That's the KKK all right. I have to wonder if their wives go along to Klan meetings, dressed in normal-people clothes and chatting with each other like Moms at the school Halloween party while their husbands in silly hats make speeches and threats up front, all macho and important.
It seems absurd, because how could any man feel macho in a hat like that? Unless of course he's holding an octopus in one hand, a ginormous shiny cleaver in the other, and has just won the Big Prize on Iron Chef, in which case he's entitled to feel as macho as he wishes. Guys who don't know how to cook an octupus eight ways in eight minutes need not apply; they're just embarrassing themselves.
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Date: 2009-01-10 11:56 pm (UTC)Apparently, seriously, wives of KKK members are far more likely than their husbands to quietly not toe the party line. Say, by taking their kids to a Jewish doctor because he's the best doctor, forget that he's a Jew. "Oh, I didn't know Kohen was a Jewish name!"
It seems absurd, because how could any man feel macho in a hat like that?
It's not the hat, it's the mask aspect. They're very comfortable, I expect everybody will be wearing masks soon.