THE PARABLE OF THE JEWISH SAMURAI

 THE PARABLE OF THE JEWISH SAMURAI

THE PARABLE OF THE JEWISH SAMURAI 


Once upon a time,  a powerful Emperor of the Rising Sun advertised for a new 

Chief Samurai.  After a year, only three applied for  the job:  a Japanese, a Chinese,

and a  Jewish Samurai.

"Demonstrate your skills!"  commanded the Emperor.

The Japanese samurai stepped  forward, opened a tiny box, and released a  fly.  He drew his samurai sword and *Swish!* the fly fell to the floor, neatly  divided in two!

"What a feat!" said the  Emperor.  "Number Two  Samurai, show me what you do."

The Chinese samurai  smiled confidently, stepped forward and opened a tiny box, 

releasing a  fly.  He drew his  samurai sword and * Swish! * Swish! * The fly fell to the 

floor neatly quartered.

"That is skill!" nodded the  Emperor.  "How are  you going to top that, Number three

Samurai?"

The  Jewish samurai, Obi-wan Cohen, stepped forward, opened a  tiny box releasing

one fly, drew his samurai sword and  *Swoooooosh! * flourished his sword so mightily

that a gust of wind blew through the room. But the fly was still buzzing around! In

disappointment, the Emperor said, "What kind of  skill is that? The fly isn't even dead."

"Dead?  DEAD?" replied the Jewish Samurai.  “Dead is easy ~ ~ but circumcised?"