George W. Bush was, in his own way, a philo-Semite, but he never would have made such a member-of-the-tribe kind of joke as Barack Obama did when I recently handed him a copy of the New American Haggadah.
A big fashion of recent times has been to rewrite or repackage the Passover haggadah to fit our individual tastes. The Master Story of the Jews, then, becomes the Master Story of Me.
When the powers that be deny him, Moses gets all David Blaine on them. He frees his skeptical peeps. Wanders around the desert for forty years. Questions God. And dies before reaching his new home, which probably was foreclosed on.
What follows is a real life, non-practicing, reformed American Jew"ish" Haggadah. This is, as my Bubbi used to say as she was mimeographing anti-Franco literature at the ACLU, the real magilla.