Author: Old Man With Candy

  • A Story that has No Moral

    Here’s a story which is intended to convey a message, but (as is so often the case) perhaps a different one than that which was intended. And unusually, I don’t know what to think.

    A summary: a fellow named Terry is a teacher in Florida. As with most teaching gigs, it’s a nine-month job. At the end of the academic year, Terry files for unemployment until the beginning of the next academic year. This year, Terry decided to take a vacation in the summer and head out to Colorado. Now, I can’t blame him for that, given that Florida is a pretty horrible place, especially in the summer. But… this caused him problems in getting his unemployment. Florida instructed him to file where he is, in Colorado. Colorado won’t help him because he works in Florida and instructed him to file there instead. Terry bounced back and forth between unresponsive agencies until finally contacting someone in the Florida governor’s office. The person they sent him to determined in seconds that, since Terry works in Florida and intended to return there after the summer vacation, he should indeed file there, and straightened out the whole situation is a few seconds.

    The author of this article asks (in essence), “Why did this have to be escalated like this? Why couldn’t the bureaucrats have done this right in the first place?” and considers this a question of competence.

    It doesn’t look that simple to me. Why is someone eligible for unemployment when they voluntarily work in a seasonal profession? Should their vacations be subsidized? Can they be said to be actively looking for work (a requirement for unemployment) in a state when they are physically several thousand miles away? Is unemployment in a circumstance like this (9 month academic years, characteristic of the profession) an entitlement since you and your employer are forced to pay into the fund?

    And most importantly, why is the government involved in compulsory unemployment insurance on their terms in the first place? Is this a legitimate function of state governments and (ultimately) the feds?

  • Jewsday Tuesday: What’s Hebrew for “Potpourri”?

    Several different things are all trying to occupy my brain simultaneously, so this will be more-or-less a group of free associations, (((links))) as it were.

    First off, this is the sort of thing that could happen to any of (((us))).

    Remember the story a few weeks back about Jews being excluded from the Chicago LGBT march because they had the temerity to put a Star of David (who was bi) on their banner? In a follow up, the reporter who broke the story has been demoted. It’s always delightful when the Left doesn’t even make a de minimus attempt to disguise their bigotry.

    Ironically, Israel is basically a leftist country. And when there’s a leftist, you can bet your mezuzah that there’s a plan to sink taxpayer money into a choo-choo.

    What was the best Hitler movie of all time? Of course, if you’re an internet freak, there’s nothing as useful as Der Untergang. If you’re a fan of classic comedy, there’s nothing like The Producers, the original, please, none of that Matthew Broderick remake shit. If you’re doing bong hits and need a midnight movie, you have no choice: They Saved Hitler’s Brain, which is Ed Wood-level bad and therefore unintentionally hilarious (which is the best kind of hilarious). Margin for Error is a bit unfair because it only has Hitler’s voice, but how can you resist Milton Berle playing a straight role? Whenever I see Uncle Miltie, this story haunts me. And I was delighted with a recommendation from Grand Moff Serious Man, the satirical German language film Look Who’s Back (SP was less delighted with it, but to be fair, my German is better than hers). Of course, no “Greatest Hitler Film” list is complete without the brilliant satire The Great Dictator, which I’m sure Progressives are repackaging for maximal Trump Derangement purposes.

    But without question, the choice for the Old Man With Candy has to be a short with Hitler played by a Jew:

  • Sunday Morning Links of Return

    SP and I go away for a few days and everything goes to shit. Never mind, we’re back from our latest glamorous trip, this time to Kansas City and Eldon, Iowa, and we should be able to handle Missing Links and Site Hacks with a degree of alacrity.

    Now you might ask, why Eldon, Iowa? If, like us, you’re an art geek, that question needs no answer. If not, look up Regionalism, which is my favorite art movement. And of the three great Regionalists (Curry, Benton, and Wood), I have the deepest love for the work of Grant Wood. The setup in Eldon is great- they’ll even loan you pitchforks and costumes to pose in front of the house. SP refused, but I’ll come back with the daughter-unit (webdominatrix) who has no hesitation about looking ridiculous with her dad.

    OK, none of this is relevant when there’s news afoot! But still, art geek here.

    Why does this remind me of the constant stream of stories about how the “number two” in command of ISIS or Al Qaeda or whatever gang has gotten killed? Maybe it’s true this time, who knows. But what is certainly true is we’re still there. Trump seems to show no signs of extricating us from the Bush/Obama Undeclared Forever Wars. This seems to concern Progressives far less than tinfoil hat conspiracy theories about why their warmonger’s campaign tactics last year were exposed.

    And I predict that this latest Ceasefire To End The War will work just as well as the last dozen of them. I’m so happy our last election prevented the interventionist Clinton from escalating our involvement in… never mind. This is one of the most frustrating things about being a libertarian- no matter who gets elected, we lose.

    Nice to know that German progs are just as stupid, annoying, and ineffective as our homegrown ones.

    Unions, always at the vanguard of progress.

    Don’t know if this already got linked or not, but if so, it’s worth doing again. The perfect story to demonstrate why regulation beyond the bare minimum and giving state power to bureaucrats never ends well.

    Feel free to ignore all of this and post kitten and puppy videos.

  • Jewsday Tuesday: Largely Jew-Free

    A discussion in the Comments this week gave me a flashback to my elementary school days. My parents had moved me from an Orthodox Jewish private school to the local public school in our working-class suburb of Baltimore. The student population was probably 2/3 Jewish, the teaching staff was about zero Jewish; this was contingent, since the suburb had long been a white Christian semi-rural town, as was most of the county, and the housing developments that had recently sprung up were at the vanguard of flight from an increasingly dangerous city, with the Jews being the pioneers of the northwest direction. The old timers were, um, grudging in their acceptance of change. But the reality was, the Jewish kids, almost all 2nd and 3rd generation Americans, were pretty much indistinguishable from the other kids- we watched the same TV shows, played Little League, joined the Boy Scouts, played War, went to the chop suey restaurant once a month…

    Nonetheless, the teachers (as proto-progressives) thought that it was important that when we studied American history, some contribution from Jews had to be worked in to make it somehow “relevant” to the kids. The reality was, there weren’t many of (((us))) around during the Founding, and for that matter, before the 20th century. So it was a reach- and every year, when we’d talk about the revolution, there would be a day or two dedicated to… Haym Salomon, who creatively sold financial instruments to raise money for George Washington.

    This dive into “relevance” no doubt made our teachers feel better, but I think most of the students were a bit uncomfortable. Way to hit a stereotype, and sound a bit desperate. For the black kids, I’m sure that the teachers trotted out Crispus Attucks, who basically distinguished himself by getting killed as a bystander. At least, unlike the Jew stereotype, they didn’t praise Attucks for being a great dancer.

    But “relevance”? Really? What’s relevant wasn’t the ethnicity or gender of the Founders, it was the power of their ideas. The fact that they were Christians and of Western European descent was irrelevant to us- we all knew people with numbers tattooed on their arms, heard stories of family slaughtered, and yet, there we were, in a working-class suburb, seeing our families and friends going about their lives. Sure, there was prejudice, neighborhoods Jews couldn’t live in, clubs we couldn’t join, beaches we couldn’t go to, but we were living in a culture that Jews had shaped. That their influence didn’t start rising until the great immigration waves of 1900-1927 was irrelevant to us.

    So seriously, fuck Salomon. And whatever Jewish cowboy token someone could dig up (the case of Wyatt Earp is interesting, though). What we had was a country into which we had all assimilated, while contributing our unique flavors, a country based on universal ideals. Thomas Paine was important, a banker, much less so. We thought ourselves as one with Jefferson, Washington, Madison, Lincoln, and didn’t think of ourselves as somehow being outsiders or “different.”

    And here we are today, July 4, 2017, where the biggest problem facing American Jewry is not threats from people on the Right or people on the Left. Those people are marginal at best, a tiny minority of losers who need to invoke bigotry to assure themselves of their own relevance. We have no fear or them or worry that they might actually influence people. Most people, the vast majority, don’t really give a shit whether you’re a (fill in the ethnic blank). This is our home, America, the best and safest place for Jews on the planet. Our actual biggest threat? Being married out of existence.

    That kind of problem we can live with.

    Thank you, Founding Fathers, and thank you America- the country, not the government- for making us part of you.

  • Four Day Weekend Afternoon Links

    Well, my holiday weekend dedicated to poling SP’s raft was interrupted by the ringing of my special phone, hidden where no-one can find it. This must be an emergency indeed, since I had no Girl Scout meetings planned. And it was. The frantic voice on the other end gasped, “Disaster! There were no Links this morning! THE COMMENTERS ARE LOOKING TO LYNCH SOMEONE!!!!”

    This came at an extraordinarily inconvenient moment as I was steering around a sharp bank and about to arrive in the cove, but shit, where are my priorities? I leapt up and started typing before the torch-bearing hordes would descend on Rancho Sloopio.

    It’s times like these I think of Mencken. “…and give it to them good and hard.”

    Software that will never be on my computer. You made your choice, guys.

    I’ll take the over on Melania deciding to catch up to Queen Michelle, but I’ll be delighted to be wrong.

    I can definitely appreciate first-rate trolling. This fellow will go far.

    And finally, I would not have known about this Pompeii relic were it not for the great Charles Murray.

     

    Now please, please, please, can I go back to what I was doing?

     

  • Sunday in the Park with Links

    It’s Sunday. You’re hungover. Those fucking church bells are making your pounding head go nuclear. There’s only one remedy- enjoy yourself ignoring the Links.

    Many shootings have made the news, key among them being this case of Affirmative Action for Mass Shooters. The NYT reporter, in a fit of “needing to empty her mind of vacuous thoughts” unleashed this gem:

    The attack appeared to be the type of mass shooting by a lone gunman that has struck communities around the United States.

    Despite assurances from my SJW friends that mass murder is a white-male-only occupation, I really do question the need for Affirmative Action in this profession. Here’s another example. To be sure, despite 28 people being shot, no-one died (yet), which unfortunately contributes to the totally unfair stereotype of Affirmative Action putting unqualified people into jobs just to be able to give a satisfactory ethnic/gender breakdown to EEOC.

    And speaking of enstupidation, I am reduced to headshaking when I read shit like this. I can only think of the Middle East, where action is driven by rumors of nothingburger, and the aggrieved groups are so numerous and indistinguishable that one wishes that we could just gather them all together and fence them off, allowing things to take their natural course. But this is here, and in a place that I loved to visit and explore in my (((youth))). I truly hate people.

    Some anniversary in North North Dakota was an excuse for social signalling by the usual collection of the hollow-headed. This is the sad effect of too much poutine.

    Just in time for breakfast, a clever idea.

    Fuck it, I’m now depressed. Day-drinking is my only remaining option. I suggest the same to all of you wonderful people who inhabit the Comments.

    From a PIZZA menu. I can’t even…
  • Saturday Morning Independence Day Weekend Links

    Greetings from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where SP and I are, in the great tradition of 4th of July weekend, fighting the traveling hordes in Winnebagos and Airstreams. There’s some sort of baseball tournament happening here, and our hotel is packed with hyperactive 11-13 year old boys. They had a farting contest on the elevator, which was fitting punctuation. But Links must go on, travel or no travel.

    This was inevitable, wasn’t it? I keep wondering how to say “schadenfreude” in Yiddish.

    OK, I’m not a fan of bubble-gum punk, but I have to admit that I now love this guy. Best. Apology. Ever.

    Given the usual government attitudes about FOIA, it’s nice to see that they’re at least consistent, and treat other levels of government the same way as they treat us mere tax cattle.

    I have always hated traveling to Las Vegas. It is everything I hate in a city, then multiplied by ten. But at least now, I have a way to numb the pain.

    And in the holiday weekend theme… as we drove past a fireworks stand set up outside of a church, SP demonstrated yet another one of her considerable skills- she’s a walking encyclopedia of music. This song was inevitable. And brilliant.

     

     

  • Jewsday Tuesday: Eye of Newt

    Gather ’round kids, because this week’s sedrah is Chukat. And harking back to last week’s mention of the Documentary Hypothesis*, this one clearly shows the Frankenstein stitches of an editing portmanteau. Basically, it’s an incredibly tedious Priestly document which suddenly lurches to fragments of Jahwist and Elohist. That said, we can divide this into two parts: pointless ritual, followed by the usual Pissed Off Yahweh.

    Trigger Warning: Tedium Ahead

    Chukat is mostly concerned with the Law of the Red Cow. The Law of the Red Cow is the recipe for creating the Water of Lustration. Aren’t you glad I told you? Now down to specifics.

    Step One is “get a red cow.” But not just any Red Cow, because Yahweh is picky. This has to be a perfect cow, a virgin (basically), never yoked, without blemish. There is of course extensive rabbinical debate over what “unblemished” means (which raises tedium to a new level). Here’s an excerpt from Wikipedia:

    Rabbi Eliezer ruled that… the Red Cow (פָרָה‎, parah) prescribed in Numbers 19:2 had to be two years old. But the Sages ruled that… the Red Cow could be three or four years old. Rabbi Meir ruled that the Red Cow could be even five years old, but they did not wait with an older cow, as it might in the meantime grow some black hairs and thus become invalid.

    Rabbi Eliezer ruled that a Red Cow that was pregnant was nonetheless valid, but the Sages ruled it invalid. Rabbi Eliezer ruled that the Red Cow could not be purchased from Gentiles, but the Sages ruled that such cow could be valid. If the horns or the hoofs of the Red Cow were black, they were chopped off, and the Red Cow was then valid. The cow’s eye, teeth, and tongue could cause no invalidity. And a dwarf-like cow was nonetheless valid. If the Red Cow had a sebaceous cyst and they cut it off, Rabbi Judah ruled the cow invalid, but Rabbi Simeon ruled it invalid only if no red hair grew in its place.

    A Red Cow born by a caesarean section, the hire of a harlot, or the price of a dog was invalid. Rabbi Eliezer ruled it valid, for Deuteronomy 23:19 states, “You shall not bring the hire of a harlot or the price of a dog into the house of the Lord your God,” and the Red Cow was not brought into the Temple. The Mishnah taught that all blemishes that caused consecrated animals to be invalid as sacrifices also caused the Red Cow to be invalid. If one had ridden on the cow, leaned on it, hung on its tail, crossed a river with its help, doubled up its leading rope, or put one’s cloak on it, the cow was invalid. But if one had only fastened it by its leading rope or made for it a sandal to prevent it from slipping, or spread one’s cloak on it because of flies, it remained valid. The general rule was that wherever one did something for its own sake, the cow remained valid; but if one did something for the sake of another purpose, it invalidated the cow. If a bird rested on the cow, it remained valid. If a bull mounted it, it became invalid; but Rabbi Judah ruled that if people brought the bull to mate with the cow, the cow became invalid, but if the bull did so on its own, the cow remained valid.

    If a cow had two black or white hairs growing within one follicle, it was invalid. Rabbi Judah said even within one hollow. If the hairs grew within two adjacent follicles, the cow was invalid. Rabbi Akiva ruled that even if there were four or even five non-red hairs, if they were dispersed, they could be plucked out. Rabbi Eliezer ruled that even as many as 50 such hairs could be plucked. But Rabbi Joshua ben Bathyra ruled that even if it had only one non-red hair on its head and one on its tail, it was invalid. If the cow had two hairs in one follicle with their roots black and their tips red or with their roots red and their tips black, Rabbi Meir taught that what was visible determined validity; but the Sages ruled that validity followed the root.

    Rav Judah reported in Samuel’s name an account of the rarity of completely Red Cows: When they asked Rabbi Eliezer how far the honor due parents extended, Rabbi Eliezer told of a non-Jew from Ashkelon named Dama son of Nethinah. The Sages offered Dama a profit of 600,000 gold denarii (or Rav Kahana said 800,000 denarii) in exchange for jewels that he had that the Sages could use in the ephod, but as the key to the jewels lay under Dama’s father’s pillow, Dama declined the offer so as not to trouble his father. The next year, God rewarded Dama by causing a Red Cow to be born in his herd. When the Sages went to buy it, Dama told them that he knew that he could ask for all the money in the world and they would pay it, but he asked for only the money that he had lost in honoring his father.

    This is the shit rabbis do to pass the time.

    Step Two is “kill the cow.” But of course, it has to be done a certain way by a certain person in a certain place. Because Yahweh is really, really picky. The priest must take the cow outside of the camp (for desert folk) or the city (for city folk), slit its throat with the right hand, catch some blood with the left hand, then sprinkle it seven times in the direction of the Tabernacle.

    Step Three is “burn the cow.” But that doesn’t mean barbecue. Oh no, the cow has to be burned thoroughly, in a fire that also burns hyssop, cedar, and crimson wool. If you don’t get all that in with the cow, Yahweh is going to get a rage-boner and there’s going to be some divine fireworks of the unpleasant sort.

    Step Four is to mix the ashes with some water to form Water of Lustration. And WoL is handy shit, useful for all sorts of ritual purifications starting with…

    Step Five, wherein the guy who killed the cow and the guy who burned the cow now have to be purified. This involves washing their clothes, dipping hyssop into the WoL and sprinkling it around, waiting until sunset, waving a dead chicken over their heads, and having them don fezzes and drive around in tiny cars. Or something like that.

    Once you have WoL on hand, you’ll find that all sorts of ritual purifications become easier. Touch a dead guy, WoL will clean you (it takes a week, but that beats being impure forever). Someone dies in a tent, yep, WoL will make that tent useful again. Each time, the key is to dip hyssop into the WoL and start sprinkling it around. I’m sure you’ll need a Prop 65 warning and an MSDS to make this legal, but a resourceful Jew is a blessed Jew. The whole corpse-contamination thing is incredibly complex, but WoL is in the middle of all of it. By the way, here’s a rather recherche passage from the Talmud regarding corpse taboos:

    Ulla said: According to the law of the Torah the skin of a man is clean, but for what reason did they say it was unclean? As a precautionary measure lest a man make rugs out of the skin of his father and mother.

    Insert lampshade joke here.

    OK, I could go on in great detail about corpses and purification, but frankly, this shit’s putting me to sleep. I hope you get the point which is that there IS no point.

    From here, the story lurches to desert-wandering action. Mostly, it’s Jews running into other tribes and killing them, which seems to have pleased Yahweh. The sedrah is just a tribe-by-tribe account of how they got killed and basic stats. But there is one significant story in there as well, and naturally, it’s all about Yahweh being a major asshole yet again, and the Jews being whiny bitches.

    The whiny bitches were getting thirsty. “Mommy, bring me a drink of water!” or something like that. Moses and Aaron, both being mindful of the necessity of distributing goodies to remain in power in Middle Eastern cultures, went to Yahweh and said, “We gotta come up with some water or these Jews are going to be a major painus in the anus.”

    Yahweh responded, “See that rock over yonder? The big gray one? Yeah that one. Grab your walking stick, go over to it, and tell it to give you water. And make sure the Jews are watching so they know that it’s Another Yahweh Miracle.”

    So with the restive Jews following them, Moses and Aaron walked over to the rock. Moses hollered, “OK, y’all want water?”

    The Jews responded, “Yes!”

    Moses yelled, “I CAN’T HEAR YOOOOUUU!”

    The Jews screamed, “YESSSSSSS!”

    Then Moses and Aaron turned to the rock at hit it with the walking stick. Water gushed forth in impressive quantities. Yay, a miracle! Except… this pissed off Yahweh because he hadn’t said anything about using a stick, he had just mentioned the yelling part. Like I said Yahweh is picky. And when a picky asshole isn’t satisfied, assholery is inevitable. The first thing Yahweh did was tell Moses and Aaron, “Forget entering The Promised Land, you disobeyed me.” Then he said to Aaron, “OK, you’re through as High Priest. Turn over your robes, breastplates, and employee ID to Eleazer, your son. Maybe HE won’t be such a useless fuck-up.” So Aaron gave them to Moses to pass along, then died. When Yahweh fires you, your severance is death, and he will not wish you all the best in your future endeavors.

    Moses was looking a bit nervous at this point, but Yahweh said, “No worries. I’m going to kill you, just not quite yet. I have a few jobs for you to do first.” As you might expect, the “jobs” involved killing a bunch of other tribes. And as usual, Yahweh decided to plague the Jews, this time with serpents. And not just ordinary serpents- these were Fire Serpents. The verses are unclear on how many Jews he offed that way, but I would not be surprised if it were 12,900. And again as usual, he instructed Moses on how to do the extermination, by putting a Nehushtan on the top of his stick (the stick that started all this trouble) and having anyone bitten by a Fire Serpent be cured by looking at the bronze. I guess if you were blind, you were shit out of luck.

    I’ll leave this as a cliffhanger. You know Moses is going to die, the question will be where and how…

     

    *I am still not yet convinced of the Fragmentary Hypothesis, not that it really matters.

  • Saturday Morning Hangover Links

    If things seem a little fuzzy this morning, maybe it’s because you had an evening like mine. How can I adequately convey the chaos and drunkenness of drinking wines, beers, and bourbons until the wee hours? With SP, webdominatrix, JW, Swiss Servator, and SugarFree? Something like this conveys the basic idea.

    It’s a Lynch mob. My money is on “lots of posturing, then one more corrupt Obama insider will skate without consequences.”

    Department of Useless Gestures and Using Tax Money for Virtue Signalling. 

    Old time Baltimoreans are not impressed. Hey, he has one more hand than Jay Mazzone.

    Maybe Burkina Faso will be next?

    Holy fuck, my hair hurts. Time to do it again.

  • Jewsday Tuesday: Yahweh, Mass Murderer

    We’re in the long break between (((holidays))), so you’re getting another bible story, though I’ll keep it short this time.

    Before delving into this week’s story, though, I want to mention the Documentary Hypothesis, with which most of you are undoubtedly familiar (if you’re not, here’s a delightful book which explains it). Basically, the DH explains that the bible is actually a composite of four different books, woven together by an editor or editors around 500 BCE. The books are referred to as J, E, P, and D, with the P book representing the interests of the priest class and concerned mostly with details of ritual.

    On to the story. This week’s sedrah is called Korach, named after a fellow who was unhappy with Moses and his clan running things during the 40 Year March, but didn’t get the Hollywood treatment of Dathan. Anyway, you’ll recall last week’s bit on the spies who checked out Canaan, Yahweh getting sand in his metaphorical vagina, and lots of smiting of the Jews. Following these unfortunate incidents, Yahweh had Moses build a refugee camp with about the permanence of contemporary ones in the area. There, the Jews had to sit and wait right outside of Canaan until the 40 years were finished and most of the adults were dead. As you can imagine, this did not sit well with the Jews, who kept demanding from the back seat, “ARE WE THERE YET?”

    Korach was a bit of a malcontent. By the rules of inheritance, he should have been the High Priest, but for some strange and mysterious reason, he was bypassed so that Moses could install his brother Aaron in that position. This may seem vaguely familiar to anyone who is familiar with Chicago. Korach, like many Chicagoans, wondered who put Moses in charge; “I didn’t vote for him, did you?” Taking matters into his own hands, he rounded up 250 of his crew and confronted Moses. “Who the fuck made YOU king, Moshe Baby? Where’s MY cut? Whycome Aaron is getting the sweet ride that ought to be mine?”Moses responded, “Hey, you’re so fucking smart, go light your incense burners at Yahweh and ask him what’s what.” You see, only Real Priests were allowed to do that, and given the patronage aspects here, this would not include Korach et al.

    This lese majeste did not exactly please Yahweh, who as you recall was something of a thin-skinned homicidal asshole. Yahweh thundered, “Everybody stand back, unauthorized incense, it’s clobberin’ time!” Moses, now emboldened, declared, “If these folks who did not respect muh authoritah are right, they’ll die of old age. But with Yahweh around, I bet something’s going to happen like, oh, the Earth swallowing them up.” Good guess, Moses, that’s exactly what happened. Korach and his leaders got swallowed up. Funny coincidence.

     

    You’d think, that being done, Yahweh was through. Heh, you don’t know Yahweh. The rest of the rebels then got hit with Holy Cleansing Fire, because really, once you start killing, it’s hard to know when to stop. Much like eating potato chips.

    The Jews, having had a night to think about this, gathered around and said, “This seems a bit excessive, eh? Killing 250 people because of some incense?” Not the thing to say when Yahweh is on a killing spree. Yahweh, being the kind of god he was, naturally started a plague. Yahweh loved plagues, it was sort of a hobby with him. But like good citizens, Aaron and Moses figured out that if everyone got plagued, there wouldn’t be anyone left to pay graft make holy sacrifices. So they lit their incense and jumped between Yahweh and the remaining Jews. Holy incense, you see, apparently acts on Yahweh the way Green Kryptonite works on Superman. The plague was stopped, but of course, too bad for the 15,000 Jews who had already been snuffed. Ah well, them’s the breaks.

    Now, just to prove to the remaining Jews that they had better not fuck with Moses and Aaron again, Yahweh did a couple minor miracles involving walking sticks and almond trees. I don’t know about you, but if I just saw the earth swallow some rebel leaders, the rest of the rebels get instantly burned up, and a sudden massive plague, some cheap walking stick to almond tree transformation would not be the thing that convinces me. But somehow, it did the trick for the Jews.

    Yahweh then told Aaron and Moses that they wouldn’t have to work on farms and ranches, that everyone else had to pay them 10% off the top. That was the setup and the Jews had to shut up and like it. Everyone toiled, the priests took their cut. Just like Chicago.

    And that was really the point of the story, to make the Jews fearful if they didn’t pay protection make holy sacrifices to the priests. And circling back to the Documentary Hypothesis, you know who wrote THIS part of the bible. Yep, it’s part of the P narrative. Huh, funny coincidence, that.