There was recently an incident from ‘real’ life that in some respects had validated an old popular stereotype that today has been soundly quashed as a matter of internal social politics. Something that once was considered tolerable or even occasionally humorous in a time when stereotypes abounded and feelings were not made out of very fragile crystal glass. One that served to refresh one’s own experience of life in the most immediate terms that of course in the present era was considered unmentionable. They say that those that one dare not mention in public are the one’s that are in control. They also say at the same time in hushed tones that, “A tiger never changes its stripes!” Or equally that, “Once a Jew, always a Jew!” An anathema in our modern politically correct prison of corporate devised online hate speech monitored thought. The penalty for transgression, as laid down by our currently reigning one-eyed cyclops of daily doctored facts (AKA., the universal indentured corporate hegemony monopolized mass media) being an outing from society in general. The subsidiary penalties for this transgression to include: loss of job, permanent isolation from friends and family, continual social ostracizing; and for those who refuse to recant, a reputation permanently demeaned down to the status of their favorite anti-heroes, into the amoral basement of the Klan and the larger than life mythical Nazis. A place where one is from that point on thought to be a key player in the daily killing women and children in order to use their skins to construct abominable handcrafted lampshades. Be that as it may, that general sense of internal conversation still being free of monitoring by A.I. deep state operatives for the moment, allowing for a more universal hushed sense of total agreement by many others who have had similar dealings. The specter of world politics periodically providing a useful and informative primer in this regard.
I, in the approach of my old age had found affordable recreation in every Wednesday morning boarding public transit to travel to the city center to enjoy a free classical concert at lunchtime. From where I reside on the edge of the suburbs, the connection involved a short bus ride to the end of the western line and a fourteen mile long trip, station by station, across one of the lesser advantaged urban sections of the neighboring ‘rust belt’ metropolis that, over the course of a long life of varied circumstance, I have referred to as my home. The fact being, that like a significant number of others born into such circumstances, a place that I have periodically tried to physically escape from during that time. But eventually, time and again, found myself returning to like some Capistrano maddened bird. The main transfer point being a community afflicted with that politically mind rotting disease of blindly irrational Liberalism as first introduced in the Roosevelt era also known as that Socialist inspired dogma spewed ever since then by the exclusive fraternity born of the politically corrosive Frankfurt school. The dirty little secret lurking behind the same being the common a Ashkenazi origin of all these players within the most significant to the power structures of both Soviet Communism and its evil twin, Wall Street Capitalism. The most convenient term popularly recognized in our present modern era being, “Cultural Marxism.”
The daily gauntlet of these station stops leading into the business section of the metropolis around a half circle of elevated track then continuing due south into the center of the city’s black belt composed almost completely of strictly regimented city hall controlled Democratic voters. The politics of city long ceded to the hands of a tightly interwoven cadre of North Shore situated primarily Jewish overlords. The traditional most popularly employed minions of what is currently referred to today as “The Deep State.” Once again, be that as it may, this description offered merely as a backdrop to the tale. This travel being moderated by the time of day known as rush hours by the legion of professional classes composed of all race, color and creeds and relatively indistinguishable by the fact of all theoretically possessing good paying jobs. The stainless steel cabins known as rail cars fitted out with some sense of wicked perversity to only properly accommodate children or midgets, but not normal sized adult human beings. The daily detente of all entering to surrender their lives to a very informal type of cheek to cheek familiarity. Sometimes very pressingly so! All abiding by an unwritten code assuming that all are to give a little without seeming to take to much from their own reasonable creature comfort. Or at least, one would have thought!
As of late, based solely on my politically defamed visually verifiable PC moderated demographic as an “old white male patriarch“, I had been increasingly singled out for aggressive intimidation by angry financially dispossessed black vagrants to the point of extreme that others coincidentally of the same genetic heritage had come to my aid unsolicited. Something that though distressing seemed to be occasionally part and parcel of my weekly travel experience. The reigning climate of “Hate Has No Home Here” inbred hatred of resident non-Liberals softening the polices of local community policing what in the old days would have been referred to as ‘beggars’, ‘bums‘ and ‘wackos‘. The level of civility customary in that pre-Millennia era taking care of the rest. Unfortunately, hubris and the vainglorious notion nursed since birth of being member of a preeminent cult of God’s chosen now unchained by the taxonomy of the extreme sentiments of a prevailing far Left. A gray tinged curly locked gentleman arriving before me carelessly crowding the empty seat beside me with both his backpack and briefcase roughly jammed into my side. There he stood, bent over seemingly proposed, staring forward into the resources of his offending bindles exuding an air of pleasurable indifference to his role in my plight. My own facial expression exhibiting a terse but silent call for the alleviation of this invasion. I figuring that once he deposed his kit that he would remove them to his lap as required by signage and periodic computer voiced invocations. At that point, the usual customary sense of travel decorum would be observed.
Instead, like one of these larger than life Shoah bound Holocaust administrators attired solely in black with death heads he jammed himself down and straight into me. Perhaps at this juncture for the sake of clarity I might recall one particular cinematic feature film moment when in the movie, “300“, the tight phalanx of bare body muscular Spartan males push hard in football linebacker fashion to physically propel many times their number out of the pass. That seemed mild when compared the effort expended by my new traveling companion. It was obvious that he, in his unique way, had taken a shine to me in particular. Though not sporting a one inch square mustache or fundamentalist Christian neat bow tie, I had to assume that my Day Glow green cap and dark sunshades must have sparked some offense within the pulsating expanse of his Hebrew mindset. Could it be that he had seen some Chabadnik artist’s faithful rendition of a Pentatuch based visage of that hated Babylonian Haman and found that it resembled me? Could it be that on the way to Hebrew school as a little boy some offending Goy had menaced him by casting a glance at his yarmulke in passing on the side walk and smiled in what he felt was a superior manner? A manner that the Rabbi had just previously lectured upon specifically noting in a summary chapter of the Talmud in which he outlined how those of European Christian descent were the natural aggressors against Askhenzum Jews. Of could it be that my attitude was not immediately subservient enough to his liking? The penalty imposed by him for my imagined transgressions be a stiff onslaught of elbow, knee and shoulder. Something that after a while of being cast in a dilemma of truing to gracefully suffer in silence, I at the third stop voicing the fact of his assault vocally protested asking at the end for some reasonable detente. His response being a self-righteous victim voiced exclamation that I should, “Close Your Legs!” The audience of I-phone fanciers crowded closely about hardening their gaze into their respective screens obviously trying not to take notice of this unseemly tempest of antsy words exchanged. The last benediction offered being a vociferously voiced, “You’re a big asshole!” Something that I have to claim ownership to.
From that point on the long progression of some seventeen stops was a silent cold war of occasional tactile micro-agression’s with electronic tablet and phone suffered over the hotly contested battle lines of too little space. The description of same not worth noting beyond a simple degree of pettiness for little tricks continually played by my unwanted companion. His ego fully engaged in a Masada-like struggle to not be pushed around like the stereotype of perennial innocent victim that the media had from its movie business inception worked hard to promote. At every stop as the rocking of the car slowed my inner seismic monitor judging the amount of counter pressure to exert to stay in place without being pushed into the other passenger next to me. Several times along the way carefully considering whether I should allow my own steaming caldron of personal justice to raise to a vigorous boil and physically demonstrate my pique or just bear up until my stop and quietly exist without comment. The countdown of stations down to the final three before my own point of exit I resolved to favor the later. At the next station just ahead, my own personal gadfly ceremoniously rose out of his seat and replaced his toys. Some of which he had made sure to make intimate contact with my own frame with during the duration of the trip. Then, standing in an attitude of self-righteousness obviously copped from some lecture on the successor to Moses, Joshua and began to verbally weave what I can only suggest was his intelligent ‘Tough Urban Jew‘ speech. One that in hindsight I surmise I was supposed to be intellectually intimidated by while feeling righteously called out and publicly demeaned. Instinctively, I turned with a smile and shrug of the shoulder to another passenger, then turned back and provided my amusement to what for me was a pathetic display of arrogance. My own verbal response being that he might not consider trying such tricks on a regular basis as not everyone was a nice as I had been. His facial expression now aflame with further outrage as he verbally attempted to regain the summit of animal superiority. The doors to his stop opening up and he striding forward as the eternally righteous offspring of Jehovah having smite’d another Philistine. My only comment offered at his leaving being . . .