WHISTLEBLOWER TAKES A DIVE, VICKI AMPUTATES OWN SITE

Luke Ford is a brave young man, certainly braver than his two ad-hoc cohorts. He is prepared to go all the way in pursuit of a story (see above).

"JWB is a yawn without open interaction," writes a reader who wants to be known as "Anonymous Poster-boy." A veteran of web skirmishes, Poster Boy suggests JWB (formerly “ME”) has “had his 15 minutes. Too bad he can't handle the open dialogue. Big Baby.”

Indeed, a scant browsing of the JWB site reveals a scene reminiscent of those ghost towns out-west, complete with rolling tumbleweed. Since he turned off the comments feature, limiting it not just to registered bloggers, but to those very few bloggers he trusts not to hurt his fragile feelings, JWB turned a site with dozens of responses to each posting, rife with hate and virtual bloodshed, into nothing. He diddles with the Sephardi Chief Rabbi scandals, with a couple quotes from Ha’aretz (which he doesn’t bother to edit even so much as to delete the “advertisement” code). He is dejected, frustrated, and, I’ll bet, in the throes of an exhaustive search for the hormonal storm which got him going in the first place. Call it shmutzer fatigue (Ah, the pheromones of youth).

“Have you noticed that Vicki removed from her site today the page listing the AC board and advisory board members?” writes a lady reader from the middle of the country. “Now there’s no way to tell who’s on and who’s off. Who knows, maybe others are dropping too.”

Yes. It appears that the struggle to bring back Jewish blogging into the arms of sanity and civilization is not entirely unsuccessful. It may be too soon to eulogize the Blower and the Aware, but, clearly, when they decided to attack a Tendler, they managed to piss off too many powerful people. JWB may be able to recover and get back to his old game, since living in Mom’s basement and getting Dad to pick up his Internet tab is not as tough as having a life; but Vicki needs to pay the rent, and without community approval she might as well go home to the cult.

It’s a sunny morning in scandal-free Jewish America. Now it’s time to work against the deportation of thousands of Jews from their legally obtained homes.

Our friend Ploni from the Territories emailed us this truly excellent one:

A Hasid is standing by a hotel bar about an hour before shabbos all dressed up in his special Shabbos clothes. A magnificent looking blond air hostess, with legs that go on forever, and breasts that are just waiting to envelop you, has just finished checking in, and is on her way to the elevators, when she sees the Hasid.

She stops dead in her tracks and walks over to him. "Hi" she says.  "Hullo" he answers. "I have a confession to make to you," she says.  He nods. "I have a sexual fantasy." He nods. "I have always wanted to be with a Hasidic man. I want to run my hands up and down your white silk socks, run my hands over your tzitzis, play with your gartel, run my fingers through your beautiful beard, and toy with your payess. In fact I want you now. I have a room upstairs.  Will you join me for about an hour?"

He looks at her thoughtfully and says :

"And vat's in it for me?"