Odd things

For the first time in many moons, I grew rather angry about this whole Rubashkin saga. I had been taking all their troubles as a big joke, confidently eating their food and waiting for the day when they would once again rein supreme in Jewish food-dom. But now it appears the OU has become involved, threatening to take away their certification of Rubashkin products unless the Rubashkin family stops making those products. Basically, they're a bunch of weasels who are kicking the horse after it's been slain.
Now I'm not defending Rubashkin here. All right, I am. What do you want from me? Should I criticize the meat company that has always been there for me?

In other, better news, I learned a great Maamar this morning, Ki Imcha Haslicha 1949. In it the Friedriker Rebbe curses out sinners. Well, that's perhaps not a fair assessment. He curses out people who convince themselves that what they're doing is not bad. It's a pity that I don't have the Maamar in front of me, because the Rebbe of course says it a whole lot better than I do. Anyway, go learn it yourself, hopefully it'll inspire a little guilt, which I think is all we can expect from this generation.

Moving right along, I'm distressed to see that no one could come up with any ways to make vast amounts of money off my new Chumra scheme. Where have the great Jews gone? I thought Jews were supposed to be the masters and exploiters of the world? Have they really proven the lies false? Is Henry Ford wrong?

Now that we've finished with that particular episode, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Al Franken's only getting 65 percent of the vote in today's primary in Minnesota. He was supposed to get 90 percent. I actually voted for one of his opponents, Priscilla Lord-Faris, because I wasn't particularly interested in having him be my senator. Sure, Norm Coleman isn't perfect, but he's definitely preferable to someone who grew up in S. Louis Park.
And that, my friends, is all the news that is.