Nidra Poller, my partner in the art of gurerilla newsfare on our Great Schlep truth mission, has penned her initial thoughts on our trek through the land of bubbees and zaydees.Here is her first in a series on our Great Reverse Schlep tour.It will get peppier when she moves into the real action part of the story.
The Great Reverse Schlep
Somewhere near Washington D.C.,
November 4, 2008 Nidra Poller
November 3, 2008, Greta van Susteren (FoxNews of course) plays the video of 8th District NY Congressman Jerrold Nadler caught off guard as he was leaving a Boca Raton synagogue after his “Jews for Obama” speech. Asked why Obama stayed in Jeremiah Wright’s church, Nadler “guessed” that Barack [Hussein] Obama didn’t have the political courage to make a statement by walking out on a congregation of 8,000 potential voters.
Someone asks, “For twenty years?” Nadler replies, “Yeah, for 20 years.” Van Susteren says the magic words: If Obama looses Florida it could be because of this video. The revealing appraisal of Obama’s character by a Democrat who had come to convince Jews they could vote for him blindfolded (c’est le cas de le dire) was aired earlier that day by Brit Hume. And now it is all over the place. Just ask Google. It must choke them to do this but there’s still a bit of honesty in the search engine. Take it while it lasts.
Who nailed Nadler and how did we do it?
1.[Flashback: October in Paris] My friend Tom Gross showed me Sarah Silverman’s Great Schlep video (I had heard of it but hadn’t bothered to watch) and said “Why not write a reply?” Knowing me, the contemplative writer who tends to respond slowly and at length, he made sure I shifted into journalistic mode. Time is of the essence, dixit the real journalist. In a few days it will be old news. Make it quick and snappy. I put together The Great Schlock [ Atlas Shrugs: THE GREAT SCHLOCK] in record time. Ten days later, as I packed for a month-long U.S. stay, I tucked in some Florida clothes. You never know.
I hit these shores and the pace quickened. A phone call from Dr. Andy Bostom who happened to be in Florida was all I needed. “Could you come down here and do something with these mindless xxx?” Have sandals will travel. Atlas- Pamela was on board. We went into thread-mode. Conference e-mails, ten-point proposals, who’s got the gigs… We threw the whole thing together in record time. Our goal was simple: save America from Obama or at least win Florida for McCain and if all else fails save the honor of the Jews. Sarah Silverman used her Jewish identity to bully young Jews into bamboozling their grandparents. We would use our Jewish hearts and minds to tell anyone who would listen: an Obama presidency would be fatal to Israel lethal to the Jews.
October 28, in line for my JetBlue flight to West Palm Beach I hear a grisly New Yorker on his cell phone talking politics. I had noticed him earlier on…with the Transport Worker’s Union patch on his jacket. He’s giving someone the lowdown on Obama. “… we don’t even know where the guy was born! There’s a whole lot of stuff about him on the Net…”
As we JetBlue to Florida I finish writing my Sarah Palin article [Continue reading "SARAH IS WOMAN HEAR HER ROAR!" »] and turn my attention to the soft-spoken woman sitting next to me. She was born in Cairo, left in 1966, speaks French, and punctuates her conversation with “God bless.” As we get to know each other better I realize she’s translating “baruch hashem.” Her story is familiar (cf. Bat Y’eor). In France we have both histories—survivors of the Shoah and Jews kicked out of Arab lands. Before: refined people living in peace. After: angry mobs, another round of Diaspora. She has family all over the world. And Cairo today is a disaster. And now, she says, they are doing it to Europe, and they want to bring it here. There is no bitterness in her voice, no hatred of the Other. She is so delicate. My heart goes out to her. She is on her way to her grandson’s wedding. One of her sons, an undercover agent in NY, was shot to death at the age of 30. She wears a NYPD medal on a chain.
I land in West Palm Beach and am whisked away to a dinner with the Desperate Conservatives in an Italian restaurant where the portions are so huge they could fill an Oxfam cargo ship. My hostess points to a round table. All those ladies voted for Obama. They hate us. She takes me over and I speak softly about my experience in France. Anti-Zionism, anti-Semitism, anti-Americanism, three faces of the same coin. That was the title of my speaking tour a few years back. (This time no one had responded to my offers, jabs, or queries. Can’t you organize something? Let me get over there and talk to people. They need to be told why Europeans love Obama.)
Back to our booth and the distressed minority of four. They were practically in tears. These people (the Obama disciples) attack us, no one will listen, they are so uninformed it’s pathetic. (Meanwhile, Amnon Lord of Makor Rishon is waiting for my Sarah Palin article and it’s 2 AM in Israel.) I promise I’ll do my best to bring a bit of light to the benighted. I’ll talk to anyone in West Palm Beach who is willing to listen. My hostess shows me to my room, I pull out my super lightweight Toshiba, and run into a stone wall: there is no wireless connection. I check out the modem, don’t see any way to connect with my handy cable. Yeah, I had foreseen the sandals and the silk skirts, but I let the technological question slip through the cracks. Like, everyone must know I have to have a connection. I finish the article by midnight, transfer it to the flash drive, and start fiddling around with the house computer that has at least half a dozen portals and I can’t find out which one I’m plugged into. It will be dawn in Tel Aviv and Amnon is still waiting for my article so he can translate it and… Youpie! Found it. Portal “M.” Swoosh! It’s on its way.
Wednesday, on our way to the country club: I have been forewarned. They’re all for Obama and they’ve already voted. Looking at those neat clipped greens, that big swimming pool, those oversized verandas, that stuff-them-to-the-gills buffet, all that hard-earned luxury belonging to slow moving white-haired men and women who came up the hard way and made it big, I’m thinking they have the best and the worst of America. They voted with their Jewish hearts, convinced it was the right thing, the Jewish thing to give that young man a chance at the highest office. They’re willing to share the wealth. They think it’s about money, an abstract operation. They don’t see what I see—the angered masses bearing down upon them to take it by force. They don’t see the hatred that is being ignited.
One gentleman agrees to have a real conversation. I don’t want to give away information that could identify him so I’ll just say that someone he knows has his bags packed, ready to move into the Obama administration. This man is so sure Obama is going to win by a landslide…he’d bet tens of thousands on it in Las Vegas. I have no thousands or dozens to bet, but I parry that it is going to be a very very close race and McCain will win. We settle on symbolic stakes: if I win, the loser will pointedly admit it to the face of my hostess who has been mercilessly hassled by Obamites for close to two years.
Thursday morning my hostess takes me to interview Lt. Col Allen West who is running for Congress. A fine upstanding man. A gorgeous hunk of a man. And--for those who haven’t been able to think past the MSM’s nose--the living reminder that Barack Obama is not the only African-American who can run for office. West, who comes from the Atlanta GA inner city neighborhood where Martin Luther King grew up, is running on the issues, not on the color of his skin. He is not at all fooled by Obama’s hype. West, a man of integrity who has learned the lessons of history, says this moment reminds him of how the masses were misled in 1930s Germany by a totalitarian leader who played on their angst. Obama, says West, operates with a combination of a well-oiled propaganda machine and a campaign of intimidation. (The full interview will be transmitted soon.)
I move over to Boca Raton and get ready for action. Pamela is flying in this evening. We have a rally in Boca the next morning. Tom Trento is on the ground and ready to roll. I’m trying to shed my slow European ways and get with these dynamos. (to be continued)