I went into the bathroom at the supermarket close to me, MaxValue, a subsidiary of the Japanese retail megalith, the Aeon group.  It's within walking distance of my apartment, so I shop there often, even though I'd rather patronize the local store on the hill more often.  I'd already been to two local stores that day, though, so I didn't feel so bad about it.

As I was using the facilities, a figure by the sink said something.  He was masked (little white masks are popular here for all kinds of reasons), and of normal size and stature for a Japanese person, so I hadn't paid him any attention before then.

He said, "They're monkeys, you know."

After I clocked the fact that he was speaking English, and that he must be speaking to me as there was nobody else in the rather small restroom, I thought for a bit to myself.  "Did he have a bad day teaching elementary school or english converstaion to kids?"  Japanese teachers routinely call unruly children monkeys here - saru.  But he wasn't Japanese.

I chuckled a bit and nodded in his general direction.  He continued.

"You know, they've been killing the smart boys for years.  <someone who's name I've forgotten> has discovered that . . . ."  He had begun an insane rant of some sort, and I didn't have time for it.  "I'm sorry sir, but I'm very busy and have to go now."  Then I walked away.

I wondered whether I should have been so polite.

Finishing up my brief survey at the store, I went next door to McDonalds, hoping to get something quick before I had to be home for the deliveryman.  It was unfortunately busy, and the line slow.  My acquaintance from the restroom spots me from outside, and apparently feeling a need to rant in English, he barges in and starts talking to me.

"K H A Z A R S, the Khazars are a central asian tribe that converted to Judaism.  The people you see around you here are really Mongoloid Jews."

I turn away, and make a point of not listening to him.  He leaves, admonishing me to look it up on the net, "for my education."

McDonalds was really slow.  Mr. Mongoloid Jew had more to say, and he came back in again to talk to me.  By this time, he could tell I wasn't terribly interested in hearing what they had to say, but he kept at it.

Apparently, he thought that if I realized the Japanese were really Jews, then I'd be worried or angry or something.  But he went back to the Khazar bit, and how they were all Jews now.

I was really reluctant to engage him.  I realized that there wasn't much point, and I didn't want to create a scene in McDonalds, or the bathroom, or anywhere.  Confrontation is not terribly fun.  But as he badgered me about how they are all Jews in the East, I couldn't stop myself.

"So what if they are?"

"Well, they all want to kill you!"

At this point, I just started laughing, but he kept on.

"You're brainwashed, you know!  Lenin was a Mongoloid Jew . . ."

More laughter, and some hand waving.  He gets the message, a bit irate, and storms out.  He was only concerned about my education.

I wonder if I should have engaged the obvious gaps of logic in his story.  One central Asian tribe, converting to Judaism in the middle ages (I'd actually heard of these guys before, they converted as a way to avoid choosing sides between Sultans and Czars, but it didn't go so well for them in the end) somehow makes all Chinese and Japanese into Mongoloid Jews, all of whom want to kill us.  And this is a state of affairs I should worry about, because they are sub-human monkeys who have been culling their herd of its smartest members for years.  Yep.

A more perverse side of me wanted to explain to him that I didn't care about his ravings because I already knew everything - I was one of them!  My mother was a Rothschild scion and my father a crypto-Jewish communist who'd studied under Khrushchev himself, and that I had been indoctrinated into the Illuminati at birth.

I wonder if he would have attacked me.