Irregardless of Israel, Bob Zimmerman, and Rabbi Kahane, there is still a withering but continuing sector of publishing which goes on the assumption that Yiddishkeit can turn on the laugh box. Here we are again -- in an unfunny compendium of baggy pants put-downs, inversions of logic, etc., etc., leased into guidelines for coping with uninitiated gamesmen and women. (Ex.: ""Mr. President, do you think the income surtax will be repealed before long?/ Does a chicken live a hundred years?"") Feh.