Yesterday, I posted a photo of what I thought was a scene from the Aspen Ideas Festival. My mistake: Mrs. Goldblog reminded me that this was a photo I took at our Passover seder last year. I guess I'm trying to block out memories of this unfortunate event: Ahmadinejad got drunk on Manischewitz and broke a soup bowl; Hassan Nasrallah refused to read the part of the Wicked Son; and Bashar al-Assad killed 17 of our guests. What a mess.
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