Tijuana Bris: A Jew Stirs the Beans

A Mexican adventure, and a new video

As many of you know, a few months ago Media Matters pressured YouTube into banning me from the site. 6,600 subscribers, 3.5 million views. All gone! I have no idea if Substack is a good venue for video rants; I just know that my old YT base wants me to start doing them again, and I sure do enjoy sitting alone in a room shouting at a camera.

So we’ll see. I’ll post one, and we’ll see. Lemme know in the comments. If enough of you say, “we don’t like these,” I won’t do ‘em again. Conversely, if enough of you say “welcome back, asshole,” and if I get good questions for a Q&A next time, I’ll continue.

Simple as that! Make your voice heard. After all, you’re helping me by paying to subscribe to my Substack.

Wait a minute…you’re not paying for ANYTHING! This is FREE!

So take a minute to kick in a few bucks at Buy Me a Beer! Do it now, before you see the video, because you might not feel like it afterwards.

[This is my first time directly uploading video to Substack. Directly-uploaded videos don’t play in emails, but - so I’m told - if you click on the thumbnail, you’ll be taken to the Substack site to watch the video there. If for some reason that doesn’t happen, click here]

Holy crap I worked up a sweat by the end! You see those pit stains? That’s the sweatiest a Jew’s ever gotten without a German barking orders at him.

I work HARD for you people. Buy Me a Beer.

Okay, here’s the infamous El Gran Tabu. And while I hate disclaimers, 34 years of experience has taught me to never assume that anything goes without saying (maybe if I’d spent the 1990s over-explaining shit so that even the tard in the back understood, I wouldn’t be banned from everything now).

So, disclaimers:

1) The views expressed in this film do not and are not intended to represent my views. This film is about free speech and the notion that even Holocaust deniers should not be imprisoned for words.

2) All I did was provide the raw footage and editing instructions. Don’t blame, or credit, me for the music or interstitial titles or the quality of the narration; that’s on the guy who did the editing.

3) Bradley Smith was never in any way prosecuted or persecuted for his Holocaust views, so he’s the odd man out in a film about people who were. But he was the one taking the movie to the festival, so he demanded to be in it. What was I supposed to do, kick him in the balls?

4) I only had a few days to throw this together; don’t expect Werner Herzog. The point of the exercise wasn’t so much the film per se but creating an international incident.

I’m sure there are other disclaimers I’m forgetting. And I’m equally sure some dipstick on Twitter will remind me what they should’ve been.

Remember: leave your questions & comments below. If you leave good (and/or batshit insane) questions below, the next video will be a Q&A.

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