Showing posts with label Shiesters. Show all posts
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Jan 31, 2011

These Are a Jew of my Favorite Things

Fagin smells an opportunity
It is a known fact that Jews have always, and still do rule the world. And in my opinion, they've done a pretty damn good job so far. I mean where would we be without Seinfeld? Some have criticized Jews for being innately greedy; money-grubbing shiesters who hoard for their own social and political mobility. While this may be true for some, and possibly a vast majority, the Jews I am about to list each has done something to shape the person I am today, hopefully for the better. Damned be Shakespeare and Dickens who on many occasions in their writing have surfaced the worst attributes the Jew has to offer. Shylock in The Merchant of Venice and Fagin in Oliver Twist are characterized by their hook noses and general deceptive and "devilish" nature. Boo to thee I say. Big noses offer constant opportunity for new olfactory sensations and deceptiveness is a very underrated quality nowadays. When it boils down to it, only Jew CEOs are evil, and that goes for any Gentile one too. If we've went to the movies, turned on the TV or even flipped through a newspaper lately, we have to credit Jews for entertaining us. Thank you. Here is some important wisdom, life lessons and qualities I've gleaned from Jews lately:





 Jeff Goldblum
Despite a Jew-y look, you can still speak and act cool as hell
After I see an interview or film with Jeff Goldblum I'm always convinced he is the coolest person in the world. The way he talks and presents himself on stage is a testament to the long heritage of Jewdom, yet the way he does it is unique. Take any scene in Jurassic Park for 
 example. When he is talking to Laura Dern's character in the car (right before you hear the T-Rex coming), the audience cannot help but feel his overt suaveness and sexuality practically spewing all over. And who wouldn't want a nice heaping batch of Goldblum spew? For literal Goldblum spew see The Fly.                     
 
                                            

Woody Allen 
Hating yourself and other people make you smart
Last year I saw a bunch of Woody Allen movies and they all were great. Yet I noticed a change in my personality, I started to become more receptive about annoying little nuances about myself and others, even the positive nuances pissed me off. Even before I watched any of his films, I thought Woody to be an important, if not the most important Jew Filmmaker, the "Head Honchew" if you will. The excess of Woody movies within a month kinda distorted me: I took Freud as absolutley relevant, considered seeking therapy, and most shocking didn't think of New York City as "that bad of a place". My Woody obsession softened and so did my conscious analysis of irrelevant idiosyncrasies, yet I still found Woody to be sweet because he doesn't suck Hollywood's massive, veiny cock like other "independent" filmmakers do. Like Diane Keaton says in Annie Hall: "You're what Grammy Hall would call a real Jew".