The Rabbi's boss is taking his horse and is galloping off to Jerusalem and the Rabbi himself got hoof-and-mouth disease. Did the Rabbi kiss his boss on the way out? Did the Rabbi kiss the horse on the way out? Did the horse kiss......? As they say in our religion: it is a mystery.
I am not sure what to think of this horse business. Like in a Polo Club, you need deep pockets to enter the playing field. Yes, they make some exceptions but I am not talking about the exceptions here. Sure, the little guy can support the ponies but membership is restricted. You need a load of horse manure to get in and promise to contribute annually. Where does the money go? Mystery. How much money is collected? Mystery. Who are the members of the rank and file? (Much rank and a little file only for the fingers). Mystery. Well, not quite. I know one and he is OK. I know another one - whom I am trying to forget.
Oh, yes, our Chief Rabbi has suddenly become our Administrator. So now we pray for our Administrator in the temple. I wonder if they are going to move God around and then we will pray to Our Administrator. Nothing would surprise me.
Anyway, playing musical chairs is not good. I noticed it in my previous temple. I wonder how this will play out.
When I was in Jerusalem at the Holy Sepulcher I was overwhelmed by the absence of God. That spot felt sinister.
This whole thing looks like some political move where an American is needed to put pressure on the other Administrators in Jerusalem.
For now let's just call it a horse's PAC.
