Police caught the guy responsible for smashing windows and painting swastikas outside Jewish businesses on Devon Avenue. He's out on bail now, and this morning's paper included a picture of him. What strikes me is that he has a very small mouth, smaller than a baby's. I mean, tiny. If you wanted him to suck your thumb, you'd have to grease it up first. The article says he belongs to a skinhead group and has tattoos, which is strange, I think, because Jews in concentration camps had shaved heads and tattoos. You'd think the anti-Semites would go for a different look.
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A recent incident on Devon Avenue involved vandalism where an individual was caught smashing windows and painting swastikas outside Jewish businesses. This person has since been released on bail, and his photograph was featured in the local newspaper. Observers noted his unusually small mouth, suggesting a bizarre and almost comical aspect to his appearance, which contrasts sharply with the severe nature of his actions.

The individual is reportedly affiliated with a skinhead group and has tattoos, which raises some intriguing points about irony in anti-Semitism. The author, David Sedaris, reflects on this contradiction, emphasizing that Jews in concentration camps were often marked with tattoos and had shaved heads. He questions why those motivated by hate would adopt a look that resembles the very victims they despise, highlighting the absurdity in such symbolism.

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