I was totally a self-hating Jew last night.
Actually, a Jew hating Jew.
There was a table full of pro Trump, 40-something, wealthy looking Israeli women at Starbucks.
And me being me, I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
I’ll spare you the predictable details but I bowed out of the conversation after two pseudo intellectual, yarmulke wearing, wannabe tough-guys in their early twenties stood up to assist the tragically uninformed, cosmically ignorant women.
Trying to sound smart about Trump just made them sound ridiculously stupid so it wasn’t like we reached a stalemate or anything. I just knew it was time to go when one of the guys got a bit too close and self defense would have been justified.
And now let me say this: I truly don’t give a fuck about these people.
They, along with their friends and families, could blink out of existence right this moment and I’d still care infinitely more about the puppies at the Humane Society.
I have no need to win arguments with them or with anyone else.
It’s just that their racist, greedy, anti-progressive allegiances hurt those who can’t afford to be hurt. And I just can’t have that. Genetically and soulfully, it doesn’t resonate with me.
But now let me back up a bit.
I know it’s not their fault. They were bred to be this way – dumbed down, opinionated and wealthy. A terrifying trifecta. The plague of humanity.
And I know it’s barely a Jewish issue. For the most part, us Heebs care about others (not just ourselves) and obviously, stupidity runs rampant in all creeds (Apollo) and kinds.
And, just like it’s not their fault, it’s not mine either. In the moment, I have no choice but to stand up to injustice. It’s hardwired into guts. My double helix hates oppression and I’ve been known to threaten violence over it.
So, what’s the point of this post?
It seems as though we’re marionettes with the universe pulling the strings.
Maybe we’re all playing our parts perfectly in an elaborate puppet show.
In other words, we have no control over anything.
And if that’s the case, and you add up all of my failures and anxieties, I’m still so supremely grateful to be me.
Because this puppet writing to you now, well, he’s all heart. And he doesn’t fetishize over money or guns or winning at the expense of others. This puppet is well aware that we’re all intricately connected to the puppeteer and loves all of life as he loves himself.
Because just as easily, I could have been the awful Donald Trump or even worse, one of his minions.
Therefore, in this moment, I have nothing but gratefulness.