Reading back my draft for the charity teachers' rap battle, I fear that I have put myself at a disadvantage, allowing my main influences to become Dr Seuss and Julia Donaldson
Yesterday, as I walked to Kinloss hashkama, a man shouted "free, free palestine" at me from his car, and I instinctively passed my lulav to my left hand so that as he drove off he could have a clear view in his rear view mirror of the obscene gesture performed with my right hand.
In another example of accidental theology, I explained to year 9 that the prefix in transubstantiation is the same as in transcendent, as well as other words they know like transport, transact, transparent, translucent. Now one of them has described God as "translucent". 🤷
Yesterday I was devastated to learn that my children were looking to appoint a "new dad". Fortunately, I was later informed that I have been chosen for the position and I look forward to starting this new chapter after serving the notice period in my current role (original dad).
Since it is customary for them to eat lavish food on Christmas, in order to distance oneself from idolatry, it is proper to eat chopped herring on a salted cracker for each meal taken before sunset.
It's 2064. I'm a few minutes late to shabbos mincha. I slide along the pew and whisper to a man who has had to tolerate this joke for many years, "did you hear about Sinwar?" He gamely chuckles and says, yes, they announced it, good news. I smile. Still got it.
Let’s state what should be obvious about the resentment of asylum seekers living in hotels - that this is a product of past government’s total failure to process claims and that successful applicants want nothing more than to work for their living.