Mr. Buster Busted is a loser from Rosario. Did I say a loser? I meant a lawyer. Actually, he’s both. He’s smart, there’s no denying it, but his smartness is more than made up for by his laziness. His only achievement in life was to push through the city council a bill that requires the local government to paint anew all façades on which swastikas have been painted. The result of this moronic piece of legislation, of course, was that people began to paint swastikas like crazy on their own fronts, so that half the city had their houses repainted for free at the taxpayers’ expense.

Other than that, he’s achieved nothing in life. And nonachievers usually join sects to add meaning to their lives. Mr. Buster Busted joined the Hasbaristas and is very busy finding antisemitism where there’s none, scrutinizing every single politician’s words to prove that a city where the mayor is a Jew and half the cabinet is Jewish is a hotbed of Judeophobia. His Stalinist crusade, pardon the oxymoron, against me is part of this paranoid behavior.

Oh, yes, he’s also written a few short stories in which the Jews are the good guys and the Pally’s are the bad ones, in strict conformity with the party line. Very similar from what would be expected, for instance, from a young Cuban writing stories about socialism.

But I think these activities are beginning not to look meaningful enough to him. What’s next, Mr. Buster Busted? Joining Chabad? Oh, right, they would require you to see the mohel, and you’re not prepared for it. Yet.

One last thing, Mr. Buster Busted, a tip about Jewish women: they LOVE foreskins. It’s not because you’re not circumcized that they dump you; it’s not because of your looks; it’s not because of your intelligence. It’s because you’re a BORE.

Well, you visited my blog yourself at 11.40 PM yesterday.

What you need to you, Mr The Hasbara Buster Busted, is get a life. How old are you? 35? 37? And still a bachelor and dependent on your mother’s support?

He’s a brilliant guy from my city, in his mid thirties, the son of progressive Jews who didn’t circumcize him. Hard as it may be to believe, this anatomical detail is the origin of all sorts of complexes for him. Some time ago, when we were still friends, he confided to me that he was apprehensive of going out with Jewish women for fear of what they would say about his dick.

On one occasion there was a debate on Israel-Palestine in our university. Three people, including him, defended Israel’s position and three others, including me, Palestine’s, but it ended up with us two debating each other. He had underestimated me. I had maps and pictures to show, and he had no graphic material. The climax was when he said something about the IDF’s morality, and I played a video of an Israeli soldier beating a Palestinian and kicking his face.

He never forgave me, and that’s why he harasses me wherever I show up on the Internet, making preposterous claims about my identity, using my nicks to write comments and, in general, playing with the people’s understandable desire to discover that there’s something wrong with the ones who tell them what they don’t want to hear.

In short, I won’t discuss myself just because this guy manipulates you into wanting me to.

(But then again, I’m answering a question with another question. There must be something Jewish in me.)

(Just kidding.)

may I ask if you are Jewish at all?

Well, I don’t respond to the most egregious trolls, but since you seem to be reasonable you deserve an answer.

It’s a fabrication. I was never fired from the staff of any magazine, Jewish or otherwise.

This very same guy has been saying, on other blogs, that my father was a communist Jew and other absurdities. I once defeated him sorely in a debate and he’s very resentful.