A little boy sits, while he shivers in the cold. The wind whistles, as it streams between planks of wood that form the shed that is his home; but only while he eats his meals, because the family that live in the house next door, that sits quietly upon a Welsh moor, have decided this is somehow proper for him. He came here for shelter, due to the bombs that reigned upon Liverpool to the north; sent by a maniac, that spoke like a madman about a day when everybody would do exactly as he would say. But why must a Jew, who deserves to be on a throne, sit with the smell of feces, that makes him sick to the bone? The reason is because he is meant to serve as a lesson to Hominids, who wish to hide the truth that they are far from civilized; their actions are ignited by rage, fueled by seething malice, and horrible envy. Why should this be so? My father actually told during every Passover dinner; it is because of what The Lord did for ME when He brought us out of Egypt. This is why a Jew remains proud no matter where he has to sit.