Shabbath morning here. Woke up at 0600 AM and hungry, so I took one salmon head out from the freezer and put it to boil with paprika. In the meanwhile I entertained myself weighing a 350 ml bottle of Kwaczek vodka and calculating its composition: apparently it contains only 25% ethyl alcohol and not the 40% printed on the glass. Then I was shanghayed by wife to the Kever Benjamin Country Club. On the pedalling machine, zipped through TV stations to settle on Austrian TV. Very high brow, those Austrians must have high IQ. Since the Kwaczek vodka originates in the Chech-Austrian border and I assume it has co-evolved with us Oberlander Jews, it follows that the native population of Kwaczek also co-evolved with us.
In the long co-existence (Kevin MacDonald would call it competition) with us, they became very intelligent and learned to produce Kwaczek for us, and we too had to evolve and develope ultra-high IQ in order to maintain our middle class positions (doctors, lawyers, shopkeepers, etc.). I presume Kwaczek peasants were ethnic Austrians, Chech and Sudeten Dutch, who are quite intelligent (probably because they co-evolved with us Oberlander Jews). Now that the Jews are gone (they were seen last entering Auschwitz gas chambers) and the Sudeten Dutch and Ostreicher have moved back to their motherlands, the natives are left alone and without our stimulating competition. In a few generations they will retrograde to their original (brutish) state. We too shall lose our adaptation to Kwaczek. BTW, Kwaczek is being exported only to Poland, Austria and Israel, apparently because it is there where Kwaczek adapted people live. I presume Kwaczek vodka could be marketed also in New York.
While swimming and trying to watch under the water the woman in the next line (she noticed it and asked me what hour it was. Unfortunately I was not wearing a watch in the swimming pool.), I reflected about Kever Benjamin City's rich. I became friendly with the bored girls of the private banking section, and being as I am - sickly curious and over-sociable (i.e. a chattering inquisitive old fool), I use talk to them and with the clients waiting there. Yesterday I met one I befriended there, one whose printout I had furtively seen (he has ten million shekels invested in long term Israeli government bonds), where of all places? In the "shuk". Friday 2 PM is the paupers hour, when the sellers (all religious Iraqi and Persian Jews) are stressed and want to close and go home to wash for the Shabbath prayer. The unconspicuos Iraqi synagogue is behind the shuk (my son in law took me there). I was negotiating the purchase of five salmon heads when I met this rich man also bargaining for devalued merchandise. People believes that the rich can be found in the expensive bars and restaurants of Tel Aviv. They are wrong. In Kever Benjamin - very wrong.