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    Talking to a brick wall

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    In Jerusalem, an English female journalist heard about an old rabbi who visited the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, everyday, for a long, long time.
    In an effort to check out the story, she goes to the holy site and there he is!
    She watches the bearded old man at prayer-and after about 45 minutes, when he turns to leave, she approaches him for an interview.
    "I'm Jane Collins from the BBC, sir, how long have you been coming to the Wailing Wall and praying?" For about 50 years, he informs her.
    "50 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"
    "I pray for peace between the Jews and the Arabs. I pray for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship."
    "And how do you feel, sir, after doing this for 50 years?"
    "Like I'm talking to a brick wall."

    A journalist assigned to the Jerusalem bureau takes an apartment overlooking the Wailing Wall. Every day when she looks out, she sees an old Jewish man praying vigorously. So, the journalist goes down and introduces herself to the old man.
    She asks, "You come every day to the wall. How long have you done that, and what are you praying for?"The old man replies, "I have come here to pray every day for 25 years. In the morning I pray for world peace and then for the brotherhood of man. I go home, have a cup of tea, and I come back and pray for the eradication of illness and disease from the earth."
    The journalist is amazed. "How does it make you feel to come here every day for 25 years and pray for these things?" she asks.
    The old man looks at her sadly. "Like I'm talking to a wall."

    A journalist assigned to the Jerusalem bureau takes an apartment overlooking the Wailing Wall. Every day when she looks out, she sees an old Jewish man praying vigorously. So, the journalist goes down and introduces herself to the old man.
    She asks, "You come every day to the wall. How long have you done that, and what are you praying for?"
    The old man replies, "I have come here to pray every day for 25 years. In the morning I pray for world peace and then for the brotherhood of man. I go home have a cup of tea and I come back and pray for the eradication of illness and disease from the earth."
    The journalist is amazed. "How does it make you feel to come here every day for 25 years and pray for these things?" she asks.
    The old man looks at her sadly. "Like I'm talking to a wall."

    Everyone seems to be wondering why Muslim terrorists are so quick to
    commit suicide. Let's see now...
    No Christmas
    No television
    No cheerleaders
    No baseball
    No football
    No hockey
    No golf
    No tailgate parties
    No Wal-Mart
    No Home Depot
    No pork BBQ
    No hot dogs
    No burgers
    No chocolate chip cookies
    No lobster
    No shellfish, or even frozen fish sticks
    No gumbo
    No jambalaya
    No Beer
    Rags for clothes and towels for hats.
    Constant wailing from the guy next-door because he's sick and there are no doctors.
    Constant wailing from the guy in the tower.
    More than one wife.
    You can't shave.
    Your wives can't shave.
    You can't shower to wash off the smellof donkey cooked over burning camel dung.
    The women have to wear baggy dresses
    and veils at all times.
    Your bride is picked by someone else.
    She smells just like your donkey.
    But your donkey has a better disposition.
    Then they more...

    Everyone seems to be wondering why Muslims are so quick to commit
    suicide.
    Let's see now: No Jesus, No Wal-Mart, No Television, No Cheerleaders, No
    baseball, No Football, No Basketball, No Hockey, No Golf, No Tailgate
    Parties, No Home Depot.
    No Pork BBQ, No Hot Dogs, No Burgers, No Lobster, No Shellfish, or even
    frozen fish sticks, No Gumbo, No Jambalaya.
    More than one wife.
    Rags for clothes and towels for hats.
    Constant wailing from the guy next door because he's sick and there are
    no doctors.
    Constant wailing from the guy up in the tower.
    No chocolate cookies. No Christmas.
    You can't shave. Your wives can't shave.
    You can't shower to wash off the smell of donkey being cooked over
    burning camel dung.
    The women have to wear baggy dresses and veils at all times.
    Your bride is picked by someone else. She smells just like your donkey,
    but your donkey has a better disposition.
    Then they tell you that when you die more...

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