El Cuyo and Celestun are the opposite of Juarez and other torn areas of Northern Mexico. The beaches are blinding white sand perfection. In El Cuyo, isolation is almost complete. (And, beer is under $1.)
We interrupt the above story above, for a poem from our sponsor:
"Even zo zee Jewish holydays have passed for ziss year, ziss po-em I shtill wrote zo you can read, okay?"
Happy Jew Year
I fear my least favorite day of the year is here.
Nearest the pulpit sits...the least fit fatshit hypocrite.
Reflecting his atoning, his bulging white baloney.
I lika the Torah, the fauna, the floora.
Jaffa, Beersheba, Haifa, Tel Aviva.
Just leave me a loan, uh,
On Yom Kippa, Rosh Hashanah.
A menorah, gefilte fisha. A mitzvah, with chutzpah.
My mezzuzzah is missing. Somewhere in Iowa.
Avarice is cadaverous.
My sukkah is a plethora of pork.
My yamaka is a stinky baseball cap.
Late to pontificate, I thank jew very little.
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