From our Humor Department:
In the Libyan Desert the bedouin is desperate. His camel is dead; his possessions are gone; his weakness is so great he is unable to walk. He painfully crawls forward. Then, near blindness, his hands touch a flagon. He uncorks it. Smoke billows out. Then a genie appears.
“Much gratitude for releasing me from my prison. I grant three wishes.”
“Water. I want water.” This was a no-brainer. A flagon of water appeared in his hand.
“Your second wish,” said the genie.
“A palace,” the bedouin gasped. “A hundred rooms. With a harem of beautiful women. With a fruitful oasis. And with a mountain of gold. With herds of camels.” He went on and on describing his dream palace. When his finished, the genie granted his wish. The bedouin inspected his palace and the grounds and was ecstatic with happiness.
“Your third wish,” said the genie.
The bedouin pondered his choices. His first wish saved his life. His second wish secured his future. Now he decided to do something for his people.
“I want you to destroy the nation of Israel.”
The genie snapped his fingers. The palace disappeared. The surrounding fields disappeared. The mountain of gold disappeared. Even the flagon of water disappeared.
Moral of the story: be careful of what you wish. The genie that you rescue might be Jewish.