A Jewish mans sits down on an airplane next to a

great big, barrel-chested, red-haired, pale-skinned, hairy Irishman. The Irishman is reading a newspaper, paging through, and the Jew begins to glance over when something grabs his attention and he takes hold of the Irishman's jacket cuff, exclaiming

"Look, look, it's Moshe Dayan! There's his photo in the newspaper, you know he vas a hero from the Six-Day Var and he vore an eyepatch, he vas born on the kibbutz—"

"Fuck Moshe Dayan," spits the Irishman without looking up. Turning the page, the Jew again exclaims,

"But there's Golda Meir too! She vas an Israeli prime minister! And she vas born in Milvaulkee, vell first she vas a teacher, and—"

"Fuck Golda Meir!"

The Jew starts and turns away from the newspaper. A few minutes pass and something from the Irishman's paper catches his eye again.

"Akiva Tatz! Vow, you know he's an orthodox rabbi, but he's also a doctor and you know he wrote a—"

"Fuck Akiva Tatz," says the Irishman.

"What what what, you're not Jewish?"

"The fuck does it look like? I'm Irish."

The Jew thinks for a second and says,

"Yeah?! Vell, vell . . . Fuck Ella Fitzgerald!"