While at the Adam's Morgan Blockbuster the other night, I noticed that our Foreign Movie section had a disproportionate ratio of Israeli to Bollywood movies (three to one, if memory serves correctly). I asked the cashier as I was checking out if the store could order a copy of Shakti for me to rent and I was promptly directed to the Blockbuster.com web rental service. Then, being the curious Pigdicker that I am, I asked the the clerk if he had seen any of these Israeli-made movies that were on the shelves (I honestly had no idea that Israel had a film industry, let alone movies that would merit taking up shelf space over films from the studios of the most prolific per annum movie industry on earth). His reply: "I don't support anything Israel does, so no."
Goateed, 32 year-old Blockbuster cashier, tighten right the fuck up before you answer me next time. No one gives a shit about your enlightened view of international relations and 'social justice.' You work at Blockbuster. I don't care if you went to Yale, graduated with honors, and sat in on the Oslo Accords, you now work at Blockbuster. Outside the store, "We are all Palestinians" is the new "Free Nelson Mandela;" inside the store, you still work at Blockbuster. Even though the Kaffiyeh is the new Che Guevara t-shirt, you work at Blockbuster.
So next time I'm in the store--whether I rent Paradise Now, Goodbye Lenin, Fahrenheit 9/11, Time of Favor, Super Size Me, Thank you for Smoking, Marmoulak, Indoctrinate U, Le Grand Voyage, Monsieur Ibrahim, Munich or Syriana--just bag my fucking Sour Patch Kids and spare me your arm chair political analysis. Ass hat.