The Nazis. What can you say about those boyos that hasn't been said before? Sure I liked the uniforms too - that heady mix of black and skulls and eagles. Symbols coveted by empires, corporations, governments and heavy metal heads everywhere. Many a night I'd hunker under the covers as a child, torch in hand, leafing through von Senger und Etterlin's definitive "German Tanks of World War II: The Complete Illustrated History of German Armoured Fighting Vehicles 1926-1945." In hardcover - sad, but true.
But relax readers, I'd have made a terrible Nazi. A nebbische Nazi - there's a curious juxtapoisition for you. Forget the obvious objections to the marching, murderous madness of National Socialism. It's just that when a joke starts with an Irishman, a Scotsman and an Englishman in a room, I'll gravitate to the one that's Jewish. At the risk of sounding like I'm advocating positive discrimination (or worse) I've never met a boring Jew.
Mind you. I've never met a surfing Rabbi but - as if to prove a point - I found myself at Rabbi Nachum "Shifty" Shifren's site this evening. "A rebellious teen who barely acknowledged his spiritual roots...he finds God not in the synagogue, but in the majesty of Jewish mysticism and the vast power of the ocean."
Well, "blah, blah, blah" I hear you say - but I was struck by one of the dudes on the video below talking about the program that the Rabbi runs for "Inner City" youth. "If you're out on the waves, you're not worried about shooting somebody." If the fabulously bearded Rabbi is passing on his stoke to guys like this, then as Dave Allen used to say, "may your God go with you".