From ANDRAS JONES: I am definitely a “bad Jew”.

As we continue our fractious journey with self-proclaimed “whiskey rabbi” GEOFF BERNER we are joined by the very pregnant GISELLE WEBBER of Orkestar Kriminal with a question about circumcision. I’m anti. Geoff is pro. And Giselle, who is about to have to make the choice for her son, is struggling with the question. Geoff’s new song “Survivalists” is the Pop Oracle’s answer. As is often the case the song can be interpreted to fit each of our currently held opinions.

My own personal synchronicity upon release of this is that the government of the nation of Israel is currently working with the government of my own nation, the US, to continue to kill and terrorize non-white people in the middle east (and elsewhere). Many of my progressive friends are reasonably criticizing and condemning these actions. Yesterday I spoke up in support of a friend who was speaking out against the recent sniper murder spree accompanying the US government’s deliberately provocative move of its embassy to Jerusalem. But I guess my support was too nuanced and I ended up being attacked with anti-semitic insults about “the chosen people” and asked by my friend whose page it was not to continue participating. I’m hoping the host of the thread addresses their friends’ anti-semitism and invites me back but past experience suggests this is a vain hope. I oppose the practice of non consensual circumcision of babies and I oppose the actions of the Israeli government. My opposition to these things is personal and, I hope, respectful. I also oppose the anti-semitism of progressives who haven’t educated themselves on how anti-semitism works and how its unchallenged existence might lead people to act in ways that seem crazy and do things that seem brutal and weird, like cutting a baby’s dick or carrying out genocide against people in an effort to heal from a genocide perpetrated against your own people or, in my case, being willing to burn and test any friendship or social advantage in order to call out anti-semitism among my progressive friends who “know not what they do”.

Oh You Survivalists

Oh you survivalists

With your funny little shopping lists,

Believe me, I get the gist

Of your point of view.

You think the rest of us

Are just zombies with brains full of pus,

Well this pus-head wants to make a fuss,

And sing a song to you:

Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo,

Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo,

Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo,

Doo doo.

You want to live Off the Grid,

Like your ancestor Gilligan did,

You don’t mind if you find yourself rid

Of people like me.

We who never learned to change no tires,

Never rubbed two sticks to make fires,

Never wanted to do dentistry with pliers—

How silly are we!

You’ll live off the land, of course,

This land that was never yours,

That the government cleared for you by force,

You independent man.

No one to tell you when your poetry smells,

No one to help you with your dried up wells,

Who will you call when your prostate swells?

I guess you’ll do what you can.

And you might outlive me but you know, it’s strange,

When the seasons fail to change

Within a predictable range,

Oh, but that’s a lie. (sigh)

But at the failure of the fourth harvest,

You’re gonna starve to death unless,

–Terribly sorry, there is no unless!

You’re just going to die.

And you know, that’s not the worst.

You’re gonna have to watch you kids go first,

In their eyes, a silent curse,

And a question: “Why?

“Daddy why, Daddy why?”

At the time of calamity,

You cut yourself off from humanity

It wasn’t John Wayne vanity!

No, that can’t be true.

Oh, you survivalists

With your funny little shopping lists,

With the remaining time that exists,

I’ll sing a song for you.

Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo,

Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo,

Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo,

Doo doo.