Sunday, March 26, 2006

 

Jewish Pickle

What happened to it? What happened to the wooden barrel and the tongs and the brown paper to wrap it in.? It only cost 14 cents for one and was better than 14 penny candies and little black licorice people with racist names. They sure enough sold them, orange slices and nigger babies. Our country has such racist traditions many of which have been repressed but I can see them like it was yesterday behind the candy counter.

But when did the Jewish Pickle change to the Kosher Dill? And why? How racist is a freaking pickle for crying out loud?

I’ll tell you when young boys started putting the pickles up to their noses and doing Jewish jokes. And other jokes that are pickle friendly.

I grew up in a time when Sunday mornings were a four hour eating throw down but only if you first endured an hour of Catholic mass then it was time for the peaceful feast. I have listened to more unimaginative sermons in my life than any person on this temporal earth. “Speak in irrelevance and they will come.” The priest would talk about loaves and fishes but never about orange slices, nigger babies and Jewish pickles. Can you imagine this bit of turnabout racism from the 1950’s.”Happy Easter Sir! How was the prolonged purgatory of high mass this morning?” “Just great, glad it’s over. May I have two cracker bunnies, three honky Dum Dum pops and a bag of white trash marshmallows?”

Most churches don’t delve into politics even though every government action is politically charged. Churches will talk about social injustice but if you look around you usually see people of all the same color and you never see the “Work for Food” guy or the prostitute from around the corner. No, most of who you see are “safe” people who have come to give thanks that they are able to isolate themselves from the downtrodden and can afford high definition television.

Anyway I don’t want a spear I want a pickle. And who invented white chocolate and why?

Peace, love and harmony. May the music of the celestial pickle spears forever and ever ring in your heads.

Father Freddogg

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"I don't want a pickle,just wanna ride my motor-sickle" Arlo Gunthrie
 
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