My Favorite Question

I've mentioned this before but it's worth repeating. Growing up in my house, I was often asked by my dad - Is It Good for the Jews?

In his first time back at his computer since he got sick, he alerted me to the article and sent me the following email:

"My only problem with the article is that the expression 'IIGFTJ" should always be used with the word "BUT," so the expression should be "BUT...IS IT GOOD FOR THE JEWS." Adding the word BUT gives the phrase a whole new meaning, I hope you'll agree. It makes it so much more, well, Jewish. It means the Jew doesn't want it all, doesn't covet the other persons gain, but only wants to make sure he will not suffer the almost sure to occur unintended consequences of the act. And those IC's are always there, no matter what, which all good lawyers guard against whenever formulating new law or public policy.

That's why the question must be asked everytime a new law or regulation or statement of public policy is enacted. The question is not who is HELPED by these well intentioned pronouncements, but who due to no one's fault is HURT. Here, someone is always at fault: he's the guy who didn't catch the problem and fix it at its inception. But by then it's too late.

So try to read the article even though you are as busy as you are. But especially note the paragraphs reading ---

"Yet as Professor Charles Small of Yale University reports, “Increasingly, Jewish communities around the world feel under threat,” and there are some Jews in this country who share this feeling, not because they are themselves threatened (although that does occasionally happen), but because they fear – in the spirit of Sinclair Lewis’s “It Can’t Happen Here” or Philip Roth’s “The Plot Against America” – that what is happening elsewhere may soon happen here."

How does a guy from New York do a NYT's article, using one of my favorite lines for his title and quote from the two books I've been telling everyone they must read NOW? Coincidence, I guess.

love dad"

Welcome back Dad. love el queeno