Dave’s Gone By Skit (3/16/2003): RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S APOCRYPHA #2 – Purim

Rabbi Sol Solomon’s Apocrypha #2: PURIM 

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This skit, an early version of what would become Rabbi Sol Solomon’s Rabbinical Reflections, first aired March 16, 2003 on the 24th episode of the Dave’s Gone By radio program. 

(c)2003 David Lefkowitz & Rabbi Sol Solomon

Shalom, Shalom oovrachah, everyone, and chag sameach [happy holiday]. Happy Purim to all of you! 

Oy, it was such a long, miserable, goyische winter; it’s time we had a little happiness in our lives. A bit of craziness! Drinking and eating of sweets and turning the whole world a little tohu vavohu—topsy turvy—to celebrate our continued survival on the planet. 

I’m Rabbi Sol Solomon on Temple Sons of Bitches in Great Neck, New York, and I wanna thank Dave Lefkowitz, the host of Dave’s Gone By, for having me back on the show. 

Last time, I was here in December for another happy holiday, Chanukah, which too many secular Jews mistake for being just a Yiddish version of Christmas. Well, now all I hear is people calling Purim a Hebraic adaptation of Halloween. Ptooey! Wrong and wrong again! Purim is its own happy holiday; it doesn’t need John Carpenter for validation. 

The story of Purim in a nutshell is this: the King of Persia got angry at his first wife, so he killed her. Single again, he went looking around for a shiskeh goddess to be wife number two. Just like in Cinderella, he found her—only, she wasn’t what he thought she was. Her name was Esther, and she was being raised by her uncle, Mordecai. Morty told her, “Look, when you meet the king, be on the safe side: don’t tell him you’re Jewish.”

“Nu, vu den?” [what then?] said Esther. “My name’s Esther, and yours is Mordecai. It’s not like we can pass for Irish.”

“I dunno. Say you’re Presbyterian. And for God’s sake, don’t show him your Lord & Taylor gift certificate!” 

So, Esther played it cool, and soon enough she was queen of the land. And Uncle Mordecai visited Esther often. And he kept reminding her: “Remember, if you get your nails done more than three times a week, he’s gonna suspect.” 

Mordecai even foiled an assassination attempt on the King by two of his servants. Morty warned Esther, Esther warned her husband, and the plotters were hanged. So Mordecai and Esther were doing fine…except: Esther was not the King’s chief advisor. That position went to a fellow in the Amalak tribe, a man by the name of Haman (spins grogger). Yes, Haman (spins grogger). Haman was a motherf — (spins grogger). A wicked man. A vain man. As the King’s Henry Kissinger, he expected everyone to bow down to him, including Esther’s Uncle Mordecai. But Morty said, “Sorry, I will not bow to you. I bow only before God and my proctologist. And at least God trims His fingernails.”

This got Haman (spins grogger) so mad, he craved revenge not only on Mordecai—who I guess he didn’t realize was Esther’s uncle—but all the Jews in the kingdom. So he drew lots. In fact, he drew lots and lots of lots to determine which day all of the Jews in Persia should be annihilated. And by the way, the word “Purim” means “lots” in old Persian. 

Anyway, it turns out that astrologically, the 14th of Adar was the most salubrious day. He actually looked in the horoscope in the Persian Post. It said, “You will make many short-term enemies. Don’t mind them! It’s a great day for a holocaust. However, your love life is still dormant and will remain so for some time. Don’t wear purple.”

Haman (spins grogger) then went to the King and told him all these terrible lies about the Jews: “Oy, they own the media! Oh, they have undue influence calling for a war with Mesopotamia! Oh, they’re ruining Michael Jackson’s career!” All these horrible slanders which the King believed.  His Highness, never one to turn down the opportunity for some bloodletting, went along with his advisor’s plan for genocide. 

Mordecai heard this and went meshuggah, crying and screaming and tearing his clothes and warning that all the Jews were gonna die. Esther got wind of it and told him, “Calm down. Tell everybody to fast for three days. Pray for me. Pray for all of us.” 

She was nervous because a queen isn’t allowed to summon a king. It’s an offense punishable by—you got it—wifeicide. But after the fast, Esther goes to the King and invites him to a big banquet. Typical man, he hears the word “food,” and he’s thrilled to be alive. So they have the feast, and the King notices Mordecai there. So does Haman (spins grogger). The King is then reminded that Mordecai once saved his tuchas. So before evil Haman (spins grogger) can ask the King to kill Mordecai, the King tells him to dress Mordecai like a royal hero and lead him through the streets in a parade. Gritting his teeth, Haman (spins grogger) does what he’s told. 

The next night, another banquet, and this time, Esther says the magic words, “Guess who married a Jew? You! And guess what else. There’s a guy in your employ who wants to murder me and all my tribe.”

“Who?” says the KIng. “That Chief of Homeland Security?” 

“No,” replied Esther. “Your closest advisor. You know his name. It starts with an `h.’ It’s not Hubert. It’s…HAMAN!” (spins grogger)

Well, that did it for the Haymaster; he was hung on the same gallows he had built for Mordecai. And all ten sons of Haman (spins grogger) were hung. A couple were well-hung, but that’s something different. Mordecai was made prime minister and given a directive that the Jews could defend themselves against anyone who tried to vanquish them. 

It all happened on the 14th day of the month of Adar—Purim day. A day the Jews could have been butchered but instead were spared and celebrated. So Mordecai declared it an annual feast day, which over the years has come to include lots of drinking and wearing costumes and masks. 

Mordecai also started the custom of giving money to the poor and giving gifts of food and candy, called “shalach manos,” to our neighbors. That’s why it’s different from Halloween; the kids go door to door giving people treats rather than taking. No wonder they grow up cranky.

But seriously, in the synagogue we read the story of Esther, called “The Megillah,” first word to last. We dance around, and, as you’ve heard, make a tremendous amount of noise when we hear the name of that megillah gorilla…Haman! (spins grogger) It’s to blot out his name, to erase him from our thoughts and from our history. Esther and Mordecai, however, are among the most beloved figures in Jewish lore, which leads me to this limerick:

There once was a hero named Mordecai 
An upstanding mensch, and a sporty guy
His clever instruction
saved Jews from destruction
and gave them permission to fortify!

And now, get your singing caps on! Time for a little music. A tune I came up with, if you want to sing along. I love the title: “Don’t Mess with Us.” 

“If you try to kill the Jews

here’s a little piece of news

God will stop you and he’ll drop you dead instead.

He got Hitler, He got Haman

and a dozen I’m not namin’

So don’t mess with the Jews `cause you’ll lose.

If your aim is genocide

then you better run and hide

`cause HaShem will turn the tide until you drown

Every exile and pogrom

we’ve emerged triumphant from 

`cause the Lord is our sword and our drum.

So if you’re a neo-Nazi

and you think you’re hotsy-totsy

or you’re blowing up civilians on a bus

You had best leave us alone

or we’ll hora on your bones

You’ll be stuck, Chuck, so don’t muck with us.

So listen here, you goyim, 

every girl and every boyim

anti-Semitism brings you only tears

`cause HaShem is in our corner

He will make your mom a mourner

For the sake of your kids

be a friend to the Yids

Treat us nice, treat us well

or you’ll barbecue in hell

It’s been like this for 5,000 years.

Yagadagadagadee badabaaay 

buh buh buh buh bum

Yoyboybaybay daybaybayba

yubuhbuhbuh bum. Hoi!” 

So, yes, on this holiday I’m here to spread some joy, to celebrate this merry holiday with music and humor and my basic undercurrent of rage. No, I’m kidding. You can’t get upset on Purim; it’s a wonderful day! And it’s a bigger deal in Eretz Yisroel than it is here. Everyone gets into the spirit. A nice boychick who was in Israel last Purim wrote on his website, “It’s a nationally celebrated party, and everyone is invited! Indeed, it is not uncommon to see rabbits, angels, and Harry Potters sitting at the bus stop or wandering around the supermarket. Nor is it unusual to pass by wizards, policemen, or monsters in the street without a second thought. At one carnival extravaganza, there were flamethrowers, singers and dancers, and I’m sure there were also the ultimate Jewish lifeline, jokes: 

The year is 2015 and the situation is grim. The earth’s ozone layer has eroded to where the ice caps are melting and the entire world is about to flood. All the major religions call enclaves on how to lead the people through the crisis. The Pope issues a statement that Catholics should write out a long confession and beg Jesus for salvation. The Protestant church urges its follows to eat only vegetables and cleanse themselves for the final judgment. The Muslim clerics order their people to fast all day and pray from morning to night. The head rabbis argue for an hour. And then they immediately start giving lessons on how to live underwater. 

That’s what it’s all about for us: survival. Belief, but pragmatism. Prayer and practicality.

I want to wish you all a Purim sameach [happy].A glorious springtime. May we all have peace—or at least a great piece of hamentaschen. This is Rabbi Sol Solomon saying shalom oovrachah from every one of me to every one of you.

© 2003 David Lefkowitz & Rabbi Sol Solomon

Dave’s Gone By Song (12/22/2002): THE TWELVE COMPLAINTS OF CHRISTMAS (sung by Rabbi Sol Solomon)


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Rabbi Sol Solomon sings his crabby holiday classic, “The Twelve Complaints of Christmas.”

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Dave’s Gone By Skit (11/24/2002): NEWS FOR JEWS (w/ Rabbi Sol Solomon)

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Rabbi Sol Solomon offers a special edition of the News Gone By segment — news of the week from his uniquely Jewish perspective.

Segment originally aired Nov. 24, 2002, as part of the “Dave’s Gone By” radio program hosted by Dave Lefkowitz.

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RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S APOCRYPHA #4: News for Jews

(c)2002 David Lefkowitz & Rabbi Sol Solomon 

NOTE: In the early days of the radio program, “Dave’s Gone By,” host Dave Lefkowitz wrote and emceed a weekly segment called the “News Gone By.” It was a “Weekend Update”-style, comical riff on the week’s current events. For his eighth episode, which aired Nov. 24, 2002 during the Chanukah holiday, Dave invited Rabbi Sol to take over the whole program, including the “News Gone By,” which Sol reworked into “News for Jews.” Here’s the transcript: 

Welcome back to the show, November 24, 2002. This is the News for Jews—current events from around the world from a Rabbinical pinnacle.

Our top story: What else could it be? Iraq, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Nigeria—the Muslims are going nuts! What the hell is wrong with these people?

The hummus really hit the fan on Thursday when a Palestinian militant killed 11 people and injured 49 others when he blew himself up on a crowded Jerusalem bus. It was morning rush hour. The bus was filled with commuters and schoolkids. Witnesses said they heard children screaming, “Mama! Mama!”, from the wreckage.

Reuters reported that the militant group Hamas—of course—took credit for the carnage. Speculation is they’re stepping up terror attacks to make Prime Minister Ariel Sharon and his hard-line policies look bad before the general elections happening January 28th.  Running against Sharon’s Likud Party is Amram Mitzna, the Mayor of Haifa, heading the Labor Party. 

Now, Labor almost chose former Defense Minister Binyamin Ben-Eliezer, but he was seen as being too pro-Sharon, too hard-line, and Labor wanted to be more left-wing. So, the elections will be a real referendum on whether the people of Israel believe Sharon should stay the course or if they should just throw up a white flag and withdraw unilaterally from the “occupied” territories.

It’s assumed that giving back all the land will finally bring peace to the region. As if. Let me tell you something. There was terrorism before 1967, and there will be terrorism after 2002. But if they want to try something else, if they want to give the Arabs a chance, here is my suggestion: 

Go. Give back the land. All the occupied territories, Gaza, the whole shmear. It’s all sand and camel piss anyway. That’s all the bastards have done with it for 35 years. So let them have it. Everything except East Jerusalem, for now. Make the borders secure, and see if these so-called peace-loving Islamics can govern themselves. If the terrorism stops, if the Jews stop dying, mazel tov! We’ll all dance around, we’ll shake hands, and in ten years, we’ll talk about giving up East Jerusalem. However, if there’s any terrorism, or military action against Israel, Israel reserves the right to strike back. But not just the way they’ve been doing, but in a punitive way. A way that would shock even the most militant Al Qaeda operative. 

They want Hebron? Give them Hebron. But if some burqa-wearing bitch gets on a bus in Tel Aviv and blows it up, we don’t just isolate Yasser Arafat in his office building and keep him there; we blow up the office building with him in it! And the building next to it. And the building next to that. And the building behind it. And the building down the block.

And if they still don’t get the message? If they have their land back, yet still there’s more terrorism, a few airplanes strafing Arab markets with machine-gun fire should get the point across. When 150, 200 Arabs die for every Israeli being killed, maybe then they’ll think twice about martyrdom. And every time there’s a terrorist attack resulting in loss of life or limb, that pushes back the time table for getting back East Jerusalem another two years. So, if there are six terrorist attacks in a given years, that’s a dozen extra years before we even hit the negotiating table.  

That is my offer; take it or leave it. Call it tough love. Call it tough hate. But these people are out of control. Look what happened in Nigeria. A beauty pageant. A stupid beauty pageant caused four days of rioting and left more than 200 people dead. Why? Because the devout Muslims read in the newspaper a reporter defending the pageant saying that if Muhammad were around, quote, “He would probably have chosen a wife from one of the contestants.” That’s it. For this, scores of Muslim youth finished their prayers on Friday, then they went around setting cars on fire and stoning and beating the crap out of Christians. To be fair, it should be noted that Christian vigilante groups started running around counter-attacking Muslims. Pretty soon, churches and mosques were burning all over the northern city of Kaduna and the capital city, Abuja. 

According to Newsday, Nigerian officials initially saw the pageant as a source of good PR for the country, a way of attracting tourists. After all, Abuja is the Baltimore of the Middle East. But the whole thing backfired so much, officials are moving the beauty contest to London, where the Muslims are too busy selling fast-food curry to do any real damage. Well, except to people’s colons.

But let’s be clear about this: Nigeria has 120 million people in it. (Well, minus 200.) And it’s not as if they’re all Muslim. It’s about half-and-half Muslim and Christian. So Christians have just as much right to look at boobs as Muslims have to look away. If you log on to the official Miss World website, www.missworld.org, not only do you get to read a letter by the Nigerian minister of foreign affairs, where he condemns stoning, but you can see and vote on who you want to be Miss World. 

Now, let me tell you something: there are some hot women here, of all races, creeds, and colors. For example, get a load of the melons on Miss Bosnia-Herzegovina! Not only would Muhammad have married her, he’d have done a threesome with her and Miss Holland! He would have gotten Jesus on the phone and said, “Look, Magdalene’s cute. But you gotta check out Miss Algeria. Her hobbies are reading books, volleyball, basketball, and swallowing.”

But, no. The Muslims can’t let anybody live and let live. They just caught the guy who masterminded that nightclub bombing in Bali that killed 200 people. He’s an Indonesian who trained with militants in Afghanistan, and he has ties to Southeast Asia. Meanwhile, President Bush keeps pressuring Iraq to confess whether it has any biological or chemical weapons. If Iraq swears that it has no weapons, America will attack because they’re obviously lying. If Iraq does admit to an illegal arsenal, America will attack, because they’re dangerous weapons in dangerous hands. If Iraq allows UN weapon inspectors to tour its facilities, America will attack because they’re not showing all the really secret hiding places. 

No, of course it’s not fair. But considering what’s going on, I really do think it’s time for militant fanatical Moslems all over the world to be disarmed. I don’t mean taking away their weapons; I mean cutting their arms off! This is not so much punitive as practical. They’d spend so much time between prayer sessions trying to get their shoes back on, they wouldn’t have time for any hanky-panky. Speaking of hanky-panky: Miss Israel, you have my number. If my wife picks up, tell her you’re Mrs. Elfenbein from the Couples Club and you’ll reach me at the office.

But seriously, if you think I’m a dirty old man, how about these people in the news? First, you had the counselor convicted of sexual abuse at the Harlem Boys Choir. Then, Jeffrey Jones, the guy who played the Dean in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, has been charged with possessing child pornography and taking nudie pictures of a 14-year-old boy. And in the same sting operation, worst of all, a Jew, Paul Reubens—yes, Pee-wee Herman, was arrested for possessing kiddie porn. All three men are in their fifties, and they’re all facing jail time for their jailbait time. I do feel a little sorry for Paul Reubens—real name, Paul Rubenfeld. First, years ago, he was arrested in public in a dirty movie theater for doing what people do in a dirty movie theater. Now, they’ve arrested him for looking at pornography in his own home. I think the next step is the FBI will wire his brain so that every time he even thinks about dirtiness, the police will show up at his door with handcuffs and a warrant. You can just see that: Pee-wee is at home, he’s planning his next career move (whatever that is): “Hmmm, let’s see. I had some momentum going there playing the drug dealer in that Johnny Depp movie. Maybe if my agent can land me a guest shot on The Sopranos, maybe a pilot on Comedy Central for this new character I’m working on… All right, if worse comes to worst, I could play that weirdo again on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Sarah Michelle Gellar. Nice half-Jewish girl. She was really good to work with. Great sense of humor. Nice pair of boobs. No, no wait! Don’t go there! She’s a nice girl. And that girl playing Willow, that Alyson Hannigan. Lotta fun, too. Good people. And, you know, they really should do more scenes together: Alyson and Sarah Michelle. Like that kissing scene they did. They could be in the cafeteria after a food fight, and they’re both soaking wet, and their nipples are pointy, and they start taking their clothes off and touching each other’s boobs and—” (knocking noise)  

“Paul Reubens? Mr. Paul Reubens? It’s the police! Open up.” 

“Oy, oy, wait, I’m coming! I mean, no, I’m not coming! I mean, just a minute…” 

Oy, poor Pee-wee. Such a brilliant man. So much funny material. But behind the zipper, there’s a dark side, which is why I would like to dedicate this little poem to Paul Reubens: 

Oy, pity the poor Pee-wee Herman

Arrested for moanin’ and squirmin’ 

For he masturbated

to pictures x-rated

`Cause he has no girl to put sperm-in.

And to think, they picked that anti-Semite, Amiri Baraka, to be poet laureate when I’m right here creating gems like that. 

In other news for Jews: recently released files obtained under the Freedom of Information Act shows that the FBI hounded chess master Bobby Fischer for years under the assumption that he or his mother was a Communist spy. According to the Associated Press, the FBI was especially interested in Bobby Fischer’s 1958 trip to Russia. An agent posed as a student journalist to interview producers of the television show, “I’ve Got a Secret,” which featured Fischer before he left. Informants at the tournament said that Fischer behaved badly and at one point called his mother to complain, “It’s no good here.”

Maybe there’s no direct causality here, but this hounding by the Federal Government may give some clue why Fischer, one of the great chess players of the modern era, also turned out a bissel meshiggeh [a little crazy] — throwing tantrums, making impossible demands, railing against the United States. What do you expect? He was paranoid. 

So, after winning the chess crown in 1972, he quit three years later. Still, there’s no excuse for the anti-Semitism he has been spouting for two decades. In recent radio interviews, Fischer praised the September 11th terrorist attacks, saying America should be “wiped out.” And even though his mother was Jewish, he’s described Jews as “thieving, lying bastards.” 

Mr. Fischer, you are the bastard. I’d like to take a bishop with a razor on the end of it, shove it up your tuchas, and then move it diagonally across your vital organs. And then I’d take a couple of pawns—black or white, it doesn’t matter—fry them in a skillet, and while they’re still piping hot, push them down your throat one by one. And, finally, I’d take two rooks, pour a little hydrochloric acid on the tops of them, and then thrust them, vertically, into your eye sockets. 

All right, I have issues. But he’s a putz.

In sad news: someone who wasn’t a jerk, Israeli diplomat Abba Eban, died November 17, at age 87. He was a crucial ambassador to the UN and to the US, during the formative years of Yisroel, as well through the four Arab wars of 1948, ’56, ’67, and ’73. It was Eban who coined the phrase that the Palestinians, “Never miss a chance to miss an opportunity.”

After serving in the British army during World War II, Eban quit to work diplomatically towards Israel’s independence. For obvious reasons, he started as an intellectual utopian but became more of a realist as the years went by. Still, he was always more popular overseas than he was at home, for they thought of him as sort of a snob, a dove, and more a talker than a doer. But he remained a world-famous figurehead, best known in recent years for helping write and narrate the video series, Heritage: Civilization and the Jews, which is unwatchable because he had the most nasal voice I’ve ever heard on any human being anywhere! Abba Eban: you were a good guy, and I hope you go to heaven, but whatever you do, I hope the first thing HaShem hands you is a Sudafed and a pocket inhaler. 

Finally, in news for Jews: as we said, this Friday night is the first night of Chanukah, where we celebrate the victory of Jews over Greek and Syrian forces in the second century. We light candles on the menorah for eight days to commemorate the eight straight days that a little bit of oil burned night after night in the desecrated Jerusalem temple. It burned long enough for the Hebrews to make new oil for the candelabra—oil that wasn’t made of pork or tallow or was otherwise defiled. And if you think there’s no difference between one kind of oil and another, ask George Bush why he’s bombing Iraq and not Saudi Arabia. 

And that’s News for Jews for this edition of “News Gone By,” November 24, 2002. Send in your comments, opinions, and Miss World votes to Dave’s Gone By. Unless otherwise requested, all comments and questions may be read on the air—name withheld upon request if you’re a coward. If you send potato latkes, remember that the apple sauce has to be in a separate, sealed container, or else it goes all over the mailman, and he yells at me, and he throws my magazines in the bushes. What do you expect? He’s a Lutheran. 

© 2002 David Lefkowitz & Rabbi Sol Solomon

Dave’s Gone By Skit (11/24/2002): THE DREIDEL GAME

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ZZSkit-DreidelGameRabbi Sol Solomon plays the Chanukah dreidel game with guest Rabbi Jeff Rothenberg

Segment originally aired Nov. 24, 2002, as part of the “Dave’s Gone By” radio program hosted by Dave Lefkowitz.

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Dave’s Gone By Skit: RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S APOCRYPHA #1 (10/6/2002): Women’s Issues

RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S APOCRYPHA #1 (10/6/2002): Women’s Issues

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Shalom! Shalom oovrachah! I’m Rabbi Sol Solomon from Temple Sons of Bitches in Great Neck, New York. A special “hello” to my congregation, the Couples Club, the Kiddush Club, the Staten Island Mortuary Club, and to all listeners of all faiths! 

First, I would like to say how grateful I am to David Lefkowitz for having me on to inaugurate his wonderful show. I think it’s a great thing for Long Island, a great thing for the radio station…I’m still not sure if it’s good for the Jews, but we’ll see. 

I’m especially glad to be here on the first program because the timing is so auspicious — just a week ago was the holiday, Simchas Torah, where Jews celebrate receiving the Bible directly from God. All year, every week in the synagogue, Jews read a small section of the Torah, week by week, until they finish the whole book. All five books! Then, since the Jews are never satisfied with their accomplishments, they start all over again. And this is the week they begin again, from Genesis, chapter one, verse one: “In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth.” He should have stopped right there, but no, He had to go and create the rest of it. So we had animals and plant life and mosquitos and Adam and, God help us, Eve. Then, Cain and Abel. Then Cain kills Abel, goes off to the land of Nod and finds a wife, who must have been his sister, since the only two people in the world at this points are his parents. 

Anyway, after that, everybody has a lot of kids. Jared begat Enoch, Enoch begat Methuselah, Methuselah begat Lamech and told him, “Son, I’ve begotten more than you will ever know.” And Abraham led a clean life and lived 930 years. The famous Methuselah lived 987 years — and he smoked and ate fried foods! And then, Noah was born, and that’s the end of the chapter. 

So, what do we take from this story? What do we glean from it? Well, if you’re a man: don’t kill, don’t sin, and when God tells you something, pay attention. If you’re a woman: don’t talk to snakes, don’t marry your brother, and don’t play hard to beget.

Speaking of women, as many of you might know, October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. The sponsors of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, or, as I’d like to call them, “Boob Watch,” estimate that this year more than 200,000 new cases of breast cancer are expected to hit women in America. And it’s my personal guess that 190,000 will be in Long Island alone. We’re all living in a swamp, there are power lines inside our houses, microwave ovens carry C-SPAN now — dammit, children are being born with extra noses!

So, if you’re a woman living on Long Island, your boobs are Ground Zero! Therefore, let’s get the firemen out of the damn building and prevent a Nipple Nine-Eleven. 

Now, my wife, the lovely Rebbetzin, was supposed to be here doing this segment. But this was her poker night. So I’m going to have to pinch hit for her on this (or “pinch-tit,” as it were). October 18th is National Mammography Day. Go to your doctor, he’ll do the machine, he’ll squash you like latkes, and then you won’t worry. Or, as I like to say, if you want naches, smash your knockers. 

Aside from the mammograms, the American Cancer Society recommends that women examine their boobs once a month. If you have an unpredictable period — say, an exclamation point — do the exam the same time every month. If you’re pretty regular, do the test a couple of days after your period. If you’re post-menopausal, you probably had dinner at three o’clock, went to sleep at five, and you’re not even listening.

Okay, how to do a self-breast examination. I call it “the Cream of Wheat maneuver,” because we’re looking for lumps, changes, and thickenings. 

First things first: the best way to do it is lying down or in the shower. In fact, that’s the best way to do a lot of things. But today, we’re just gonna do it standing up listening to the radio. Are you ready ladies? Shirts off, bras off, girdles off, piercings out! If you can, face a mirror. Men: you can follow along at home or daven — whatever you wanna do.

Now, please, ladies, no cheating. You must examine your own boobs. If you’re a woman and you’re touching another woman’s boobs, please stop…and send the Polaroids to me, Rabbi Sol Solomon, care of this radio st — naw, I’m just teasing. Engineer? A little Walk Down Mammary Lane music, if you please. 

Okay. Place your right hand in the air, and wave it like you just don’t care — except you do care, because if there’s a malignancy, you’re screwed. Now, look in the mirror at your breasts. Are there two of them? If not, you’ve probably already seen a doctor. If you have both gazongas, we move to step two. Hold your right hand up and use the fingers of your left hand — not the fingertips — use the flat part to circle and massage, working from the armpit down. Let’s try that, shall we? (hums a Hebraic ditty) This is fun! 

Now, we’re looking for any kind of irregularities: bumps, lumps, puckering. You also want to squeeze the nipples and look for a discharge. With me, together! And…squeeze! Squeeze the etrog! Squeeze, dammit! Squeeze!

Good, now, right hand down, left hand up, same as before, and…rub! Rub! Feel the burn! Apply light pressure, then heavier pressure, then more pressure still. Squeeze! And squeeze! Squeeze the etrog, squeeze!

All right, very good, very good! Now, we’re gonna loosen up. We’re gonna let `em go, and we’re gonna shake them out a little bit. A little shaking-out music, if you please. We’re gonna give `em a good bounce! Shake like a lulav in a hurricane! 

Very good. Now, if you found anything unusual in or on or around or under or over or next door to your boobs, please, go to your doctor. Chances are more than likely it’s benign. Of course, they’ll have to do a horrible, painful biopsy to tell you this, but, hey, for peace of mind, it’s worth it. 

And, men, although it’s very rare, males can develop something called gynecomastia, a non-cancerous breast disease that still needs to be treated. Here’s a little poem about it: 

There was a young rabbi from Brest

who found a small lump in his chest

It turned out benign

In fact, it was fine

Except for the trousers he messed.

Well, I see by the old sand dial on the console that it’s time to turn things back over to Dave. I wanna wish you all a terrific and healthy week. Be tolerant of your neighbors, and be good to yourselves. On behalf of myself, my dear wife Miriam Libby, and our children: Nechemiah, Josiah, Shloime, Chanah, Rivki, Yehuda, Moishe, Yechezkiel, Boruch, Avigdor, Yisroel, Hepzibah, Shaul, Aliza, Shimon, Gedaliah, Naftuli, and Fred (by my first marriage), this is Rabbi Sol Solomon saying shalom oovrachah, from every one of me to every one of you.

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