In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Thursday, March 25, 2004

The Last Joke 

This is my favorite joke, although it really is more than a joke. It says something very profound and funny about life, I think! Enjoy the day.

Ira went into the synagogue and said, "God, I'm 90 years old. I'm an old man. I have never asked for anything, but I am now asking you for this. I want to win the lottery, so that I can die a rich and happy man. How about it, God?"

Ira shuffled back to his apartment. Friday, the day they announced the lottery winners, came and went. Ira returned to the synagogue and said loudly, "God, I'm thinking maybe you didn't hear me clearly. We're both getting on in age. I've never asked you for anything before, but I'm asking you now. I want to win the lottery. I want to at least die a rich man."

Ira went back home, certain he had made his point. Friday came and went again, and Ira returned to the synagogue. This time, he was angry.

"All right, God. I've asked you for one lousy favor my entire life! I just want to win the lottery. Can't you grant me this one wish?"

Suddenly, he heard a voice from above. "Ira," the voice said. "Help me out. Buy a ticket."

Posted by: Kim Antieau / 3/25/2004 03:18:00 AM
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