And, to make matters worse, the notes were entrusted to me personally and in confidence to wedge between the cracks in the Herodian stones. But I read them in advance! So – whether or not Obama’s people leaked the candidate’s “message to his Maker” left in the Western Wall (see Maariv ^[1] via Instapundit ^[2]) – I cannot go on longer with my own intolerable guilt and must come clean now.  I broke the sacred trust!

Here are the circumstances:

About twenty years ago I was traveling in Israel to research a novel.  My companion for a few days (name withheld to protect the semi-innocent) was a William Morris Agent. That agent, a woman, had to return to the US ahead of me and realized she had forgotten to deposit about a half-dozen messages in the cracks of the Wall. The messages were from secretaries and assistants who work at William Morris.  I agreed to take them and the agent left me with those half-dozen folded messages with the admonition not to read them.

Yes, I opened them. And I read them.  And, yes, they all said the same thing and, sadly, there is probably not one reader who could not predict it.  [Dear Lord, help me find a nice Jewish man.-ed.  Right the first time.]

Now, I wonder, what did Obama’s message say? [Dear Lord, help me find a nice Jewish vote.-ed.  Right again!]