I remember the first time I laid eyes on that monstrosity, upon whose brow you could (if so inclined) line up a row of beer bottles like so many soldiers on parade, and I said to myself: "Self, well now, the jews have obviously been laboring long by night and even into the wee hours and in great secrecy, for that is *exactly* what a proper fucking golem *should* look like! That...Thing. Like the birth some brand new species, in whose shadow nothing good nor Godly shall ever grow." And there it stands. Or, well, lies down anyway. And (((they))) feign surprise that something that was never intended to work properly, like a human being anyway, is somehow failing in it's basic functions? Perhaps while washing up one day, it accidently smeared the aleph in the emét inscribed in it's forehead, and that is the source of the problems?