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“The joos? What Joos? What is that? You all fly my raibow flag, ho’s” (/sarc off)
San Francisco basks in a “science” of perversion and neglect. It has no inkling of what sacrifice is needed in order to promote love of the other, and it certainly cannot comprehend the metaphores and symbolism in circumcision.
An elderly Scottish Jew has decided to take it a little easier and take up golf. So he puts his name down at the local club. After a week he receives a message that his application has been turned down. So he goes down to the clto enquire why.
Secretary: You are aware that this is a Scottish golf club?
Scot: Aye but I am as Scottish as you are Jock.
Secretary: This means that on formal occasions we wear kilts.
Scot: Aye, so do I.
Secretary: You are aware that we wear nothing under our kilts?
Scot: Aye, neither do I.
Secretary: But you are a Jew?
Scot: Aye, I that.
Secretary: So you are circumcised?
Scot: Aye, that I am!
Secretary: I am terribly sorry, but the members just would not feel comfortable with that.
Scot: Ah, away with ya man. I know that you have to be a Protestant to march with the Orangemen. And I know that you have to be a Catholic to join the Knights of Saint Columbus. But this is the first time I ever heard that you have to be a complete prick to join a golf club.*
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