A Homeland for Gingers

A Homeland for Gingers

I'm currently reading "My Life" by Golda Meir. Without reading a certain other book by the same title, I can tell you this one is far more thrilling.

If you don't know who she is, Meir is the former prime minister of Israel, and she helped to turn it into a state. Regardless of your politics, it's interesting because she was so fearless in so many ways. Reminds me of women of a certain hair color...

I'm at a point in the book where she is describing being israel's foreign ambassador to Russia, soon after the land of milk and honey was declared a nation. Russian Jews (many of whom were probably redheads) were, as they are now, oppressed by the Russian government. A Soviet Jewish journalist wrote his negative opinion of the Jewish homeland:

And in any case there is no such entity as the Jewish people. That is as ridiculous a concept as if one claimed that everybody who had red hair or a certain shape of nose belongs to one people.

Funny, because the Salem witch trials thought redheads were one people: witches. And, redheads share a mutant gene, a better ability to absorb Vitamin D and a higher sensitivity to pain.

What do the Jews have in common? Moses, circumcision, learnedness...and curly haired redheads.

We are most definitely one people. So does anyone want to start a ginger homeland? Where we can live free from persecution? Preferably in Scotland, Antarctica or an otherwise cloudy country. Like Israel, we can require that one has to have at least one redheaded grandparent in order for them to have the right to live in Redheadland.

And as for defense, well, I'm pretty sure we'll have that well covered.

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    The Ginger Phile has had the unfortunate disposition of being a ginger since birth. She has tried various medications to cure her gingervitis, including therapies such as tantrum-throwing. Her efforts have been to no avail. Instead, she is trying to write it out, via this blog. Unfortunately, she doesn't think it will bear a soul for her. The Ginger Phile is from the exotic land of Wisconsin, where she had daily inner turmoil over whether she was a ginger or a daywalker. So far, three of three votes say daywalker. She begs to differ, as someone recently told her they would want to be with her if they were biking at night because she is so pale.

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