Very nice form, Teresa -- I think the display of the unbroken crust gets you extra points for style.
I once had the pleasure of putting a lemon-meringue pie into my Evil Twin Brother's face (he'd committed the unpardonable sin of helping someone else hack me when We Were Even (i.e., didn't owe each other any practical jokng)). I didn't even think about style, much to my subsequent regret. At the time, my brother had vaguely shoulder-length hair; mine is down to my waist. I did not put my hair up before whacking him. He did what any reasonably intelligent person with a faceful of pie and the source pieplate with easy reach would do: he grabbed the plate away from me and spooged me with the remaining sludge. Erk. This all transpired outdoors in the back yard of a mutual friend. As soon as we finished attempted to get the last, er, splat, we both retired upstairs to said friend's apartment to wash up. I cannot recommend lemon pudding and meringue as any kind of hair styling product: the fixative effect is not worth the stickiness. Bleah.
One bright note: I hadn't known it, but Evil Twin actually hates lemon meringue pie. I'd always believed that whacking someone with their favorite flavor of pie would send a mixed message...
I couldn't help thinking of Israel's extradition -- well, really, they *kidnapped* him first -- of Eichmann. Yes, they tracked him down in Argentina, and, probably against various international laws, with tremendously detailed and secure strategizing, kidnapped him and hauled him to Israel. And Eichmann, mastermind of the Nazi "Final Solution," was not tortured. He was *put on trial*. As fair a trial as could be ensured, given the circumstances. And during that trial, he was protected by bulletproof glass, and by the tightest security Israel could manage (which is pretty damn tight).
Meeting torturers with torture creates an endless cycle of destruction. If it's wrong, it's WRONG, for everyone. I don't agree with everything Israel does (don't get me started about the current situation), but in this instance, they behaved honorably as all Hell.
There's a world of difference between violent fantasies and violent actions. I'm a hopeless idealist, but perhaps someday our species will learn to resist the urge to pull out eyes and teeth in vengeance.
Nice Jewish Girl that I am (more-or-less), I learned in Nice Jewish Youth Group to sing the hymn "Adon Olam" to the tune of "The Saints Go Marching In." (What's the spiritual equivalent of "genderfuck"?)
A friend of mine used to sing the long version of the Hebrew Grace after meals to "Gilligan's Island"; he said it usually took folks until the tune reached "the Professor and Mary Anne" to figure it out.
I don't think this proves the existence of a merciful G-d -- one could argue the absence of bolts of lightening striking the singers either proves or disproves it.
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