At the time it seemed entirely necessary

An elderly Jewish man wins the national lottery. And as is right and
proper he gives a chunk of it away. He gives 10% to his local synagogue,
10% to his family, 10% to his friends and 10% to the BNP.

And his friends are aghast at this last one. They can't believe this
terrible act. They cut him dead in the street, they won't answer his phone
calls, and they spend all their time talking about the fact that a man who
was otherwise an upright member of the community gave money to a fascist
organisation.

And in the end the local Rabbi goes to talk to him and sort the matter out
once and for all.

"Why would you do this thing?" he says.

"Well, I didn't want to, but there isn't a Nazi party any more and they
were the closest I could find."

"The Nazi party? Have you gone insane? Why would you want to give money to
the Nazi party?"

"I have to. I owe them their share."

"Why on earth do you think you owe them a share of your winnings?"

"Well," replied the man, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a faded tattoo,
"they did give me the numbers."
===

And _that's_ the joke I told to my father and uncle Patrick as we walked
out of Auschwitz.

Card game fun.

This is what Neil looks like playing The Great Dalmuti. Hats generously provided by Meredith. Not that she knows about it..

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