He looks kind of funny. I don’t know why he wears those funny little tendrils flowing out of the corners of his jacket. Must be some sort of symbol of the Jews’ chosen-ness. Haha. Yeah, chosen.
I’ll show them who’s chosen. This weakling. This person who thinks he’s morally superior, but can’t even stand up for himself when he gets picked at on the streets. I bet if I pulled at one of his tendrils, he’ll just run away. He’ll get scared. And I’ll laugh. Some protection those tendrils give him.
Yeah. Chosen. Some great, almighty God this Jew has on his side. This God can’t even protect him from a mere push – that push I’d like to give him. And, yeah, I’ll know who’s great, who’s greater than their God, when I push that Jew and he runs away. I’ll be the winner. I’ll show him that this supposed moral code he lives by is just hogwash.
He still looks so funny. So broken. I guess you could call him a nerd. A neb. Looks a bit like Jerry Seinfeld, just a bit more religious, with that skullcap and those strings hanging down.
I pick at the strings. He jumps away. Now he walks faster. Can’t even look me in the eye. Some God this Jew has.
So I just walk faster. He starts running, and I run, too. This is fun. Like a game of cat and mouse. No – a game of lion and rodent. And I’m the lion. I’m the lion, not this supposed “chosen” person. Haha.
I run even faster, and I catch up – this Jew who’s probably never seen the inside of a gym, not like me. This Jew with his books while I have my weights and manual labor. It’s us simple people who will be in control, not these smarty-pants.
He’s catching his breath, and I finally catch up to push him. Finally, he looks me in the eye. Scared. I kind of feel bad for him and let him go, laughing, but I know these Jews are everywhere, and I’ll have plenty of chances to play this game again.
This is fun. It feels good. Hey, maybe I’ll prove I’m the one who’s really chosen after all, especially when I do more than just push him — and get away with it.
