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Saturday evening, April 19th, is The start of the Jewish Holiday of Passover (lasts till the 27th). This is when those of the Jewish faith celebrate the entire book of Exodus, from the story of Moses being rocketed from the doomed planet Krypton (and found and raised by an Egyptian Princess) to his becoming a dissident, meeting his birth mother, hearing Jahovah's voice in the burning bush and, from there, Jahovah's pissing contest with the Egyptian gods, the parting of the Red Sea (and the environmental damage this did) and the arrival of the 10 commandments and formation of the twelve tribes who wandered the desert for 40 years (no MapQuest).

The name, "Passover" refers to the point at which Jahovah there decided to go for a tenth plague on Egypt which involved killing all the firstborn of Egypt, animals included. Why this mattered so much, I'm not sure. We all know that families dote on the youngest kid not the eldest :rolleyes: (no, I'm not bitter....). The Hebrews were told that to avoid this curse they needed to paint their front doors with lamb's blood, and god would "pass-over" them. (Why god couldn't tell on his own which homes had Hebrews in them is not a question you get to ask. Maybe it was a test of faith, but, once again, why wouldn't god already know if you did or did not believe? But we're not going there....oh, wait. We just did...so hard being a nit-picky writer....)

Passover is important to Christians as well as it's J.C.'s last supper.

This celebration of freedom from slavery at the cost of a great many innocent animals is a long-winded dinner that includes many important symbols: Matzo--the Hebrews didn't have time to leaven bread as they buggered out of Egypt and so we, in the present, are stuck eating a tasteless cracker, Haroset (yummy mix of chopped apples, walnuts, honey and wine) to represent the brickmaking skills of the slaves (is this why so many Jews are Masons?), bitter herbs (horseradish) because life was hard, an egg because everyone uses an egg to symbolize this time of year, parsley to represent spring and a lambsank to represent the lamb's blood over the door.

Other elements of the celebration include four ritual questions asked by the youngest member at the table to the eldest about why they have to sit through a long-winded dinner, and a cup of wine for the prophet Elijah who everyone insists will show up for dinner but never does.

So, to get us started celebrating Passover, I've posted this thread. Please do one or more of the following things in it:

1) Post your own Passover stories, memories, quips or complaints.

2) Answer this question: If you'd been god, would you have shown yourself to Moses as a burning bush? If not, how would you have communicated with him? (I rather like the idea of a big, flashy spaceship, myself).

3) The four questions are: "Why are we eating only Matzo? Why bitter herbs? Why dip the herbs twice in salt water? Why are we resting back from the table? When can we eat?" Sorry, that's five...How would you answer these tough questions?

4) Post a picture that represents Passover to you (please, no images of Da Vinci's last supper unless they're of the disciples involved in a drunken orgy...haha, yeah, like anyone would ever draw something like that, right?)

5) Fave Haroset recipe?

Have Fun! And remember, Passover: It's not just for Jews anymore!
 
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It's this Saturday 19th, to the 27th. Passover for many Jews is a time for Constipation.
 
A chance to plug a story? I'm there, my friends. This is from A Stitch in Time Pt. 05:

Tanya's mother got up to finish getting the dinner ready and her father excused himself, too. My best girl and I were left sitting alone on the couch.

"So this is the Seder?" I asked after a pause. "The meal that follows a Jewish family counseling session?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just didn't think they'd understand."

"Why you like somebody who likes sports?" I asked softly.

She nodded.

"Cause all of your earlier boyfriends have been, like, chess guys?"

She nodded again.

"Maybe they don't care, you know. Maybe they just like the people you like. Maybe they trust you."

"And you're saying that I should trust them?"

"Hashem forbid I should get into the middle of this," I said. Tanya whacked me again and I raised my voice toward the kitchen. "Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs. Szerchenko? Please?"

She came out with a bottle of wine for me to open, and the Seder was underway. It was amazing. I hate to call it a meal, because it was a meal and a celebration and a solemn religious observance and a discussion group and an occasion for love. And for me, of course, it was an education, although it reminded me a lot of Christmas at my Aunt Ruth's. I found myself wondering what Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill were doing for Easter this coming Sunday. It wasn't until I left, in fact, that I realized that I had no idea who had won the NCAA Final Four.
 
UK Civil Service and Armed Services

In the UK, eligibility to be considered for promotion in the Civil Service and in the Armed Services was based on two criteria: length of service in the current grade and your suitability for promotion as assessed by your supervisors.

No matter how good you were at your job you couldn't be considered for promotion by your supervisors until you became within promotable range by reason of seniority in your grade.

If you were senior enough but not considered suitable - you had been "passed-over" and other people junior to you might attend that year's promotion board interviews. Once you had been "passed-over" your chances next year were less than your first year...

Those passed-over would often gather for a drink to drown their sorrows in "The Feast of the Passover".

Officers in the Royal Navy (and I understand in the US Navy) if they weren't promoted by a certain age could be classified as "fitted and retained" i.e. good enough for the present rank but considered never likely to be suitable for promotion. They would have to retire earlier than promoted officers.

In my time in the UK Civil Service (many years ago) the length of seniority required to be served before being considered for promotion reduced from 16 years when I joined to 3 when I left. The "Feasts of the Passover" became more frequent as highly-qualified youngsters entered the Civil Service and were promoted quickly.

Eventually the rules on considering older employees changed. Each year supervisors were required to consider for promotion everyone over the minimum service level and explain face-to-face why an individual had not been recommended. Everyone HAD to be considered for promotion (and face the interview) every year until they were within 18 months of retirement unless they requested formally in writing that they did NOT want to be considered. Those who were adequate at their current job but unsuitable for higher duties often declined to be considered because being told every year why you weren't suitable could be depressing.

The Civil Service "Feast of the Passover" is now history. In the Royal Navy the tradition had extended right back to Samuel Pepys' time.

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Religious Cross Foil Chocolate Eggs

No.

We have a Kosher Fish and Chip Shop.

We also have a Canadian Pizza Restaurant in a nearby town but we keep quiet about that

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Now I am writting this tale with just rambling style. No spell check so bear with it.

A Passover Tale

For 400 years and two score the people of Israel slaved building the pyramids for the Pharoahs of Egypt. It was shortly after this when a new decree was sent down to have the Pyramids now point upwards. The Hebrews of Goshen realized that their superior brain power was only 400 light years ahead of the Egyptians.

Nonetheless, a slight buracractic mishap had any newborn Hebrew male of every family was to be killed, rather than the hebrew midfielder from Hebron who was making the Egyptian national team lose face. Changing said decree would involve too much paperwork so it stayed. Panic sank in and a woman named Ziporah took her baby and sent him down river in a straw basket with a sign on his chest that read River Nile Kiddie Boat Tours. A princess who happened to be swimming away from some mad croc spotted the basket and tossed it in the croc's jaws. A blanket got stuck between the croc's teeth and apparently the horseradish upset the croc's digestive system. Both princess and baby were saved. The princess decided to adopt the young kid.

The kid dubbed Moshe or Moses grew up like any other prince of Egypt doing normal kids stuff like smoking hashish from bongs, drawing silly pictures on the pyramids and throwing trash-cans at mail boxes. At age 6 Moses and his half-brother Rhamses were burnt out and in rehab.

At age 18.00001 Moses, who incidentally has the same birthday as the author of this tale though such fact is of no relevance, decided that he had an urge to explore the world around him. The Princess was now a respectable 26 and desired Moses more than all the pussy licking servants in buildings A-D (though the 3rd floor on building E was hard to beat). The two embraced and locked lips. Rhamses suddenly popped into the room and became angry at his half-brother for kissing his girl. Moses tried to run after him and found two ripped tickets to the Rolling Stones concert on the floor. The mood was shattered and Moses didn't know what to do.

It was than that his eyes spotted and old blanket on the floor with a certain spell of familiar horseradish sauce. Moses grabbed at the blanket and put a sword through the head of the wandering croc and read some familiar words.

This blanket is the property of...

Moshe

100% Hebrew Hemp Cotton - Gentle Machine Wash Only

Moses knew at that point he was a Hebrew and decided that the life of a Prince was not for him. He went down to Goshen and met his mom, brother Aharon, sister Myriam and Jeff Goldblum who happened to be visting.

When Pharoah got wind that Moses was a Hebrew and that Rhamses told him how Moses got him addicted to snorting crushed stone, Pharoah sought out Moses and banished him from Egypt. The Pharoah died brokenhearted after some loss in a soccer match and Rhamses took over.

In the desert, Moses woke to find some guys stealing some water from some helpless babes. Moses used his quartstaff to kick some ass and send the guys running. Jethro and his many daughters took a liking to wandering Moshe and in time Moshe felt comfortable with his frisky daughters. Moshe spent each day learning different sexual activities and by the 6th month had already moved up to French kissing. It was during some deep tongue action when Moses heard something coming from "God's Mountain". Jethro naturally called the mountain 'Locomotive Breath' but that's another fable.

Moses saw what appeared to be a buring pussy and decided to explore. He got up and heard a loud voice (sorry for the caps).

"MOSES!" spoke the female voice of god "YOU WALK ON HALLOWED GROUNDS!"

"I know I already twisted my ankle on the way up" Moses responded with eyes focused in on the burning pussy.

"MOSES...I WANT YOU TO GO BACK TO PHAROAH..." God spoke once again.

Moses tried to remember who Pharoah was and than remembered that was the name they called his Dad.

"...AND TELL HIM...TO LET MY PEOPLE GO!" spoke God as the pussy flame went out leaving some burnt George Bush.

Moses went down and Jethro's daughters looked upon Moses and wondered why his hair was white and his shirt looked hawaiian.

Moses went back to Pharoah and discovered it was his half brother Rhamses. He told him the tale save the part about the hawaiian shirt and Rhamses thought about it for a moment and decided to keep the slaves.

Moses went back to God and God said she was going to mess up Egypt pretty bad. Moses delivered the message and had a good laugh. A soon as Moses left the Nile turned blood red. A group of fashion students committed suicide and some vampires put Egypt as a must see on their tourist maps.

Pharoah stayed defiant and Moses again warned of a second plague. This time Frogs started to invade Egypt and they never left a tip and spoke in some language known as French.

Pharoah, though annoyed by the Quebec snowbirds decided not to let the people of Israel go. The next plague was lice and basically it closed down the schools. Rhamses sprouted a bald look in defiance. His wild Afro was a thing of the past.

A bunch of flies came in and though people complained it really was a nusance. However when the next plague killed off the livestock people were getting a bit worried so they barbequed the flies instead.

The next plague was a strange one as shower water began to boil. The people were actually liking this until God did a switcharoo and made the shower water go from boiling to freezing in rapid succession.

Some hail mixed with fire proved quite a spectical and front row seats were selling out fast to watch the display.

Lacutus of Borg came around after that and the Egyptian's couldn't stand his assimlation shit. They decided to barbeque Patrick Stewart.

God in the meantime was getting a bit pissed off with all this barbeque stuff and seeing the grocery stores price gouging and decided to put the whole Egypt in darkness. When the lights went on, several secret decoder rings were missing from the Pharoah's collection.

Egypt by now was chaotic and when Moses came in Rhamses was talking about that hebrew soccer player that was embarrassing the Egyptian Nationals. Moses caught every third word but it didn't matter. Egypt's first born would die.

While the angel of death was slowly sorting though birth records supplied by the M.I.B. the people of Goshen were having some dinner. During that dinner a boy asked some questions. In fact he asked a bunch of questions and he was sent to his room and made to write an essay on having better manners when guests come over.

Pharoah lost his son and told Moses to take his people out of their. The people of Israel were free and packed up taking some paper thin flatbread called matzah with them. They would've taken some regular loaf bread with them save most first born Egyptians decided the bakery business was an appropriate profession. Oh well.

Along the Red Sea the people of Israel ran into a problem. The Egyptian army was on their tail and like the ferry was on strike as part of a labor union dispute. Well God decided to open the sea and the people of Israel wandered safely through it looking for any sexy mermaids to pass the time. The Egyptian army followed and just about that time God sneezed and that was all she wrote for the Egyptians.

Moses went up to Mount Siani to get God's law and spent some 39 days looking for that burning Pussy. He got the law and saw the people of Israel acting like they just finished like a lot of sex and forgot to invite him. Pissed off Moses smashed the law stones and got another pair. The people of Israel got loss for some 40 years by asking Bedouin for directions. Moses by now was too old and gave the reins over to Joshua who lead the people into Israel straight for some hot action in Sodom and Gemorrah.

Moses went behind the mountain and signed a few autographs for fans.

The End

Hey if you like this tale, go read some of my other stuff. And if you don't who cares?
 
I was brought up Roman Catholic but one of my favorite times of the year was Passover. Our church would invite the local Rabbi and his family to preside over a Seder in the church hall and everyone who was interested would come and bring a dish to pass. I loved the ritual of the story (and the Haroset. :D )
 
I was brought up Roman Catholic but one of my favorite times of the year was Passover. Our church would invite the local Rabbi and his family to preside over a Seder in the church hall and everyone who was interested would come and bring a dish to pass. I loved the ritual of the story (and the Haroset. :D )

If you had a good time at the seder, the rabbi didn't do it right. :)

In the first hour, you take a bite of parsely dipped in salt-water. And that's it.

In the second hour, you stare at a cracked, toasted egg.

At the end of the third hour, the two eldest males at the table quit arguing over how to conduct the seder and storm off, and you finally get to eat.
 
If you had a good time at the seder, the rabbi didn't do it right. :)

In the first hour, you take a bite of parsely dipped in salt-water. And that's it.

In the second hour, you stare at a cracked, toasted egg.

At the end of the third hour, the two eldest males at the table quit arguing over how to conduct the seder and storm off, and you finally get to eat.

LOL I think we must have gotten the Reader's Digest Condensed version. I think it only lasted an hour or so before dinner started.
 
If you had a good time at the seder, the rabbi didn't do it right. :)

In the first hour, you take a bite of parsely dipped in salt-water. And that's it.

In the second hour, you stare at a cracked, toasted egg.

At the end of the third hour, the two eldest males at the table quit arguing over how to conduct the seder and storm off, and you finally get to eat.
Ah. Yes. [Wiping misty tears from my eyes] Thank you for bringing back such tender memories. Although I seem to remember there being gefilte fish somewhere in there as well.
 
That was supposed to be a SHORT funny tale Fred :rolleyes:

Well I couldn't do justice to my ancestors by doing a chop job. Plus it never said so in the small print.

Hope someone in Lit' appreciated it though or maybe I'm just surrounded by goyim.
 
If you had a good time at the seder, the rabbi didn't do it right. :)

In the first hour, you take a bite of parsely dipped in salt-water. And that's it.

In the second hour, you stare at a cracked, toasted egg.

At the end of the third hour, the two eldest males at the table quit arguing over how to conduct the seder and storm off, and you finally get to eat.

The Persian variant, which is what I do every year, takes the boredom and frustration into account: As soon as the first "Diyanu" is uttered everybody jumps up and starts whipping each other with spring onions. Old feuds are settled, new ones begun, in an orgy of green spring-onion-juice. Ninety-year old bibbies, deceptively vindictive, mete stinging punishment on their teenage grandchildren's necks. Married couples compress and distil an entire year of bickering and antagonism into twenty slo-mo seconds of a Sam Peckinpah bloodbath. Babies scream, mothers wail, furniture breaks.

Then breathless but purged, we place the chairs upright and continue with the seder.
 
I keep reading the thread title as Pastover Stories and then want to complain about my Earth Day contest entry.
 
I keep reading the thread title as Pastover Stories and then want to complain about my Earth Day contest entry.
:rolleyes: Did you put lamb's blood across the top of it? No? Well then you've nothing to complain about if Lit killed your firstborn.

:devil:
 
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