Gimme That Old Time Gene Pool
In the checkout line at the Korean grocery
store in Little Tokyo, the guy in front of me
about-faced and said:
I’m a direct descendant of Jesus Christ.
He then stated there were thirty-seven different
separate hidden surveillance cameras in his
room at the American Hotel, still the cheapest
place to live in the Downtown Arts District.
Later was talking to an elegant, accomplished,
charming, talented and sane Persian friend
about the impossibility of claiming to be a
twig on that ancient tree, like how could
Ancestry.Com validate that?
Said my friend:
I know who you’re talking about and of course
it’s absurd that he could trace his roots back
to Christ.
Then he added:
But my family is related to Jesus.
WTF is that?
Tags: Such claims make pikers of those faint lilies
of the DAR, outstrips the punks from the Society of
Mayflower folk, and leaves in the dust those Descendants
of the Signers of the Declaration of Independence.
And ferggedabout the Masons, too, although how would
any of us non-Masons know?
katie, you live in the most interesting area. and are attuned to catch all of the really interesting characters there. xoxo