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prosecution and felt the justice system would be meaner to a n
ultra-orthodox suspect.
I need a patter, a script and to pra ctice it until become rote
performance. I am a message, so the Funny Rabbi has all the
external fittings of an Admor, and would joke about things
associated to the secular culture. It turns out that so meone beat me
to the punch. Alan invited me to a ritzy nightclub and who mounts
the stage as the evening star? A Jewish man dressed in exactly that
costume takes his seat in the spotlight and welcomes the audience.
Suddenly, a voluptuous wo man arises and shouts, "Hey Rabbi, it's
been years." I've considered de leting this story, but the message is
too vibrant for me to ignore its place in my thoughts. I look to my
life-friend and tell him these were the ideas I would have
performed, thinking he could have shared the idea, and never mind
the ra mifications. What motivated me to be there suddenly became
clear to me, a prevision that is resultant from a decades long
abstinence, after a conditioning that pervaded upon my personality
during my college fling with liberal sexuality. Is this where I'm
headed," I ask myself.
According to the school of thought that a medium is the
message, so I must adjust to the repercussions inevitable to result
from publishing the scene here to be portrayed. Firstly, the concept
of enjoyment fro m sexuality is inescapable, and to work arou nd it,
one must labor against his unconscious influence on active
neurons; wherein exists the drive for pleasure. Secondly, I'm
exposing these wily aspects of my character in order to assert
control over the m. The reader can grapple with their own syste ms
to deal with the issue of even respected elderly gentle men havin g
issues with the entice ment by an imagined possibility that bears
no semblance to being a reasonable proposition, nonetheless
pursued as an objective worth y of consideration. I'd call the m
clowns who need to attract strea ms of positive reinforce ment,
concealment of the hideous reality that lurks within his mind.
The show goes on, and the Funny Rabbi invites this voluptuous
woman, once his teenage girlfriend, to join him on stage in order
"to re mind him of her hot kisses." She avails herself of the
opportunity. "Close your eyes and open your lips," and smacks
juicy fish head first into his mouth. The audience cracks up. Whe n
the laughter settles, the Funny Rabbi states, " That's a warm kiss,
but not as juicy as I had in mind." The tension mounts and
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