i will wax poetic. the pistachio is not a pistachio, a fruited little delightful nut at its best, but is rather the symbol for the arav men who marry the jewish-american women. I lived in a city where there were over 100 nations who sent their good-looking foreign sons to the local university. Most wore the fabrics of their nations, the helmets of their glory and politeness of an overly friendly shoeman. i cannot tell you how angry my father was that His jews where marrying these usurpers. He railed about worse than every an arav sheik who just lost all of his camels and donkeys. He was unanimous in his refusal to accept any of these strange men into the house. I remember my sister trying to entertain a handsome Irani, the son of a military metals manufacturer, and my father led her up and preached to her for 70 hours, then, he sent in Eldad and Medad, We extricated her from the wedding noose of the handsome prince and then, we charged her to marry a fully jew.
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