Mud flaps, Talmud flaps, and Flaps about the Talmud,

January 12, 26.

Introduction.

So I have a few things that need to be said about me and the Talmud.

But first, in order for you to understand what I'm going to say,

it will be necessary to grasp

what can only be described as the thundering ignorance of those online voices that I will gather

up together into a frothing bundle and call Sir Oracle.

According to Sir Oracle, I just love me some Talmud and believe every word of it.

I want to read my New Testament through a Talmudic lens.

I received my payment of 7,000

shekels from the Jews to do something or other, presumably nefarious. I have squandered my legacy

through this inexplicable Jew shilling of mine. I've decided to finish out my few remaining

ministry years by dispensing Zionists swill to the masses. I am viewing the world through my

Boomer Con blinders, and so it is not surprising that I have now been supplanted and surpassed by the young, restless, and retarded, who are apparently the future, God help us. In the meantime, when I go home at night, I like to relax by dressing up like Caiaphas, helps me to unwind, or at least so the allegations go. In the aftermath of my Amerifest appearance, during which I said that there was some gold in the Talmud, I soon found myself in the middle of yet another bee swarm, or as one of my family members has put it, my sweet spot. You always need to drive well in front of these people because they don't believe in mud flaps. They don't believe in Talmud flaps either. They do, however, specialize in

flaps about the Talmud, and this is why you always need to stay out in front of them.

As an aside, one of the noticeable things about this latest warp spasm is that when hordes

of the vermilion pilled caught yet another round of the Jew flu and came after me over my fondness

for Israel, Stephen Wolfe retired gracefully into the background,

deciding to sit this one out. This is because Stephen's catchphrase is, please do the reading,

a sentiment I agree with entirely, and as he has done a bunch of the reading in the Magisterial Reformation,

he knows good and well how utterly clueless the base duffel puds are being right now.

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