Grand Hotel Kempinski, Switzerland

Uncle Bernie would never buy anything German, Japanese or Swiss. The German thing was obvious (under duress, he would get in the Mercedes cabs lined up at Ben Gurion Airport, but not before crying, ‘to the Guilt-mobile, Robin!’). He tried to buy me a non-Japanese walkman for my birthday – the American-built shonky mini reel-to-reel…
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Country Pile Up

Look. I love the UK. I’ll love it even more when you lose Scotland then reinvade, and it ends up like Braveheart but with air support (note to assistant: secure rights to Braveheart 2 – Afterburner). But you guys are not at the cutting edge of what the architects of consumerism have labelled ‘quality of…
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Jew Know Who I Am?

I didn’t always live in Lost Angels. I know that is hard to believe. I am a creature perfectly suited to its environment, like some animal on National Geographic that your plummy G-d denier, Dawkins, might talk about. Side note – gotta say, I love that guy. I mean, as a semitic person, my piety…
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