Well, It's Not Like He's Going To Know Any Lawyers
From the Letters to the Editor section of on-line version of the City Paper
I am writing to express my shock and disappointment at the offensive review posted by your critic Rodney Anonymous ["Music, "Aid or Invade," Nov. 23, 2006]. I am not upset about the negative review of the album, but at the truly offensive Jewish stereotyping that takes place in the column. It is really unacceptable for these types of bigoted comments, even if they are intended as satire, to be published in a paper such as yours. I thought I was reading some neo-Nazi Internet hate site, until I saw that the City Paper had actually allowed something like this to go out under their name. I think it deserves a retraction and apology to the Jewish community, who I am sure read your paper regularly and deserve more respect.
Hey, did that guy just stereotype all Jews as City Paper readers? Now, you're probably expecting me to mock the living matzoth out of this gentleman, aren't you? Well, I'd love to because it would make for a really funny piece; unfortunately the he's on to something. No, not about me being some sort of bigot - that's a farm-fresh shipment of Darryl Worley taste-tested bullshit. You see, what he's saying is completely wrong, but why he's saying it is spot-on. Let me put it this way: if I were a Jew, I'd see anti-Semitism everywhere, but that's only because it is everywhere. Shit Luther, there are enough turd gourmets out there who actually believe that the Holocaust never happened (apparently tattooing numbers on your forearm must've just been a big fad among Jews in the 30's and 40's) that they were actually able to hold a convention (is anybody else picture a Holiday Inn in Tehran with "Welcome Holocaust Deniers" on its sign?). OK, I want to make this perfectly clear: FUCK THESE HOLOCUAST-DENYING JEW-HATING BACKWOODS SHEEP-SUCKING MORONS! FUCK THEM IN THE STERMUM WITH A KING COBRA, FLIP 'EM OVER AND FUCK 'EM AGAIN
As for an apology to the Jewish community, well, let me just take a cue from the ending of The Warriors and play you a song:
scriptor, -toris - writer
eu legw - speak well of
nahi, mere sir dard hai - No, I've got a headache.