Jews for Jesus part 2 and commentary on 'Analyze that'

WELL after seeing 'analyze that' -- it's not as good

as the prequel -- not unusual for a sequel... but it

gives you a kind of maybe twisted idea: how is it the

italians never take shit for world war ii nazi

atrocities? why do ashkenazi jews and italians suck

eachother's dicks and make like iran is the

boogeyman... with this inspiration (thanks 'analyze

that')... in mind -- we have new inspiration for our

budding movie plot... so forget the humorous romantic

subplot between very obese Herschel Glundheimmer and

his secretary, the equally morbidly obese (insert

name here) and let's return to the shoot-out scene --

and remember, the 'sound the horn' idea -- had that

before seeing 'analyze that'....



suddenly, amidst the din of gunfire and 2 inch long

machine gun bullets richocheting from flimsy wooden

tables... a loud voice miraculously called out above

the din: 'stop the shooting! stop the shooting! the

iranians have invaded israel!'

and with that, everybody suddenly stopped shooting

'brothers! the iranians have just commenced an attack

on Israel'... suddenly, the warring factional jews

threw their arms onto the floor and someone else

cried:

'sound the horn of Baschnevelheimmer!'

and the horn was sounded and all the Jews that heard

that horn, whether they were for Jesus or Alfalfa

sprout diets, immediately mustered themselves to the

site of the Secret Synagog as per prior

arrangement... they hurredly kissed their wives

goodbye, sidelocks jiggling too and fro and were

careful that no other woman should accidentally touch

them, even on the city buses... and made their way to

the Secret Synagog...

the same day, somewhat later, the Jewish leaders,

some of whom had been warring that same day in the

very same solemn but bright cavity of the massive

building which was a former bowling ball factory,

insisted that they would need to enlist the help of

the local Italian community if they were to

successfully overcome the Iranian threat

'the Italians!' spat one old-timer, 'it was the

Italians that had me shipped to Auschwitz! it was a

miracle I survived, i spit on the Italians... never

will i seek help from an Italian...'