The Sins of the Father

 

The Sins of the Father

 

I was watching “The Time Machine” just yesterday. Classic tale about an inventor who lost his girlfriend to an armed robbery and tried to construct a Time Machine to go back to a point just before the robbery to try and avert the event and thereby save his lady’s life. After a couple of tries his love was subsequently killed by various means. Long story short she invariably ended up dead as fried chicken and he was forced to accept that he needed to find a girl who was slightly warmer if he was ever gonna get out of his funk. Voila! He goes to the distant future, finds a chick in a fig leaf, and forgets all about What’s Her Name!

 

First things first. There is no, and never will be a “Time Machine.” It was fiction invented by a writer and converted into a movie for entertainment. But there was an Easter Egg embedded in the story. You can’t change the past, but you can avoid making the same mistake again. The classic definition of insanity is trying to do the same thing over again, expecting a different result. Sort of like my six marriages, but I digress. 

 

Ok, Hitler was a bad deal. He had some whacked out idea for social reform that appealed to a nation being punished for World War 1. Mistake number one. You beat some guys butt in the club and then hand him the bar tab. He goes and finds his big friend and starts blaming everything on the bartender. This is my surprised face! 

 

Expand this to Hitler dominating Europe and blaming the Jews. Before it was all said and done it basically took the world jumping on this pissed off Kraut all at once to settle all the family differences that had been there since Nero was feeding them to the lions. But it left a problem. Adolph missed a few Hebrews. What to do? Let’s see. The rational thing would be to gather up survivors and give ‘em Germany. Nah! Too logical. Let’s misinterpret the Bible and give them the land inhabited by a bunch of people who had no business getting involved in World War Mess in the first place and put THOSE disenfranchised folks in an open-air prison just like the Warsaw Ghetto sans the gas chambers. Yeah! That’ll work. And come up with a Slogan: Israel Has A Right To Survive! Well, so do the Apaches. They got a nice trailer park in Death Valley! And a spot of land that made no difference to anyone has been the subject of international intrigue for oh say seventy-six years. God Bless Amerika! And every other country that raised their manicured hands for the Balfour Declaration. Can we get an “Amen” or “Shalom” or whatever. 

 

Now before someone says I’m Anti-Semitic I must remind you that I had to look up that word on Chrome to spell it. You couldn’t find a dump truck big enough to carry all the crap I don’t care about the Jews. Every religion I’ve ever known thinks they have a hot line to whatever God they pray to. And I married a Jew, have a slew of Jewish grandkids who have blonde hair and blue eyes. (Would that make them Aryan, Adolph?) 

 

Anyway, the Palestinians haven’t quite gotten over this West Texas style land grab they were subjected to, and each generation gets a little smarter and a little bit madder. Consider this. What if all the countries in the world came a took Galveston and gave it to the Mexicans. Now don’t laugh. Never forget that Texas has a full-blown Nationalist Movement and in 1836 we took Tejas away from Mexico just because we could. Heck! When we came down wasn’t nobody here but the help.  We named our biggest city after the guy that run the Mexicans off and Israel named theirs after a television set.

 

So we created a problem to solve a problem. Innocent folks on both sides of the wall between Gaza and Israel. Babies being killed all for the glory of God. Well people, there is a short rope between God and God Damn and that rope is getting shorter as the world teeters on the edge of World War (Take A Number.) 

 

Jesus said, “My kingdom is not of this world,” and Elon Musk charted a flight to Mars. Peace out!