I have fond memories of the Greek festival from back in the mid '90's. Picture if you will: My buddy's foolish girlfriend standing in the food area, loudly protesting the goat being roasted, talking about how it's evil to kill poor goats just to eat them. Then I reminded her that we had just come from McDonalds, where she had downed an entire big mac and half of her boyfriend's. It didn't seem to make much of a dent in her - she figured you could tell the goat was a goat, but a hamburger patty just looks like food.
She went on to have quite a career in foolish double-standards. Ahh, those were the days.
LM
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If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack, to sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.
Ohhh....
If I were a rich man...
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