what my grandmother said

My grandmother had spoke very little about her life growing up in Romania or her early years upon coming to the shores of America, but after a good sweet glass of Manischewitz Concord Grape Wine, and some chopped liver on a piece of matzoh, she found the wherewith all to reminisce and recount her theories on life and life around her.

Never one to hold a grudge, she believed that perseverance was better then holding back and would give (a few "pooh-pooh's, "oy gavults", and a single flick of salt over her shoulder) a stern call to the relative, butcher, or neighbor who crossed her path, tell them they will suffer in the near future if they do not admit their lie, error and or bundle of mis-information. And when they brush their teeth, looking at their reflection they will never see what they truly look like but until the evil deed lied about is righted, they will only see a mask that unless taken off their faces, will rot and lead to ruin in their life.

My grandmother said people lie because their life has been created from fraud and foolishness, and they continue to lie because the only foundations they can lean upon are based on emptiness and empty supports nothing. My grandmother then would tell us that the only good thing about emptiness is when you are making chicken soup (and have nothing more then a day old chicken and lots of water), then you can say that my soup is so good who needs things like vegetables or rice. Empty, however she said, can only last so long and the next batch of chicken soup made should have at least a carrot or two.

My grandmother would never listen to gossip and said that when someone told her anything about a person and used a voice she described as ('ssshhhhh the anti-semite villagers are coming" so we can't talk loud") she would say lets invite that person for tea and talk about them to them. She swore that words had more potency of poison then any dose of cyanide and no one should ever deal a dose of danger.

My grandmother said stupid becomes stronger in a stupid person when anyone, everyone talking to that person does not say why do you hate, what do you fear and why is what you speak of never based on anything but hating yourself.

I am not sure what my grandmother might think about Donald Trump and the group of Tea Bagger/Birthers, who are full of emptiness and fear. Perhaps we all should get a salt shaker and a bunch of pooh-pooh's and wish them away.