BY TAYLOR MARSH
Irish-Scots guilt? Nah, not possible. So much going on that Wednesday’s high holiday didn’t get the nod it deserved. Considering all the Jews I’ve loved and befriended in my life, I couldn’t finish the week without acknowledging the importance of Yom Kippur, in my own perverse political way. Even more important than walking into an Episcopal church in the town I was born, only to hear the newly appointed female priest, with an Irish brogue no less, announcing the beginning of service from the back of the 19th century church I didn’t even know existed. This happening just two weeks ago. Discoveries never cease.
No doubt you’ve already seen the video, but after seeing Silverman, whom my husband adores, on Olbermann last night, I just had to. More at The Great Schlep.
We’ve simply got to elect Barack Obama.
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