Is It Over Yet?

There’s nothing like a good conspiracy theory.

Who killed John Kennedy? Who killed Martin Luther King? Who killed Malcolm X? Who killed Yitzhak Rabin? Did the coronavirus come from a Chinese laboratory?

Will we ever know? Pick your conspiracy, they’re all arguable.

The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes lists various theories about the origin of the 1744 poem “The Death and Burial of Cock Robin.” At least we know who killed him:

“Who killed Cock Robin?

I, said the Sparrow,

With my bow and arrow,

I killed Cock Robin.”

I don’t think they read the Sparrow his Miranda rights, but the confession does seem pretty incriminating.

I gotta tell you, though, after four years of Russian collusion, a peach of an impeachment and all flavors of fake news, I’m still scratching my head (which hurts more since I lost my hair) over Mr. Biden taking the Democratic primary in a now-you-see-the-nomination-now-you-don’t 72-hour fall from the heights for Bernie Sanders. (Remember Bernie Sanders? He suddenly exited stage left.) So now I’m willing to believe almost anything.

Will we ever know who won?

I vote in every election, presidential or primaries. I see it as a civic and community obligation.

But ultimately, I keep thinking of something the Alter Vorker Rebbe, zy”a, said.

During World War I, the Gerrer Rebbe, zy”a, traveled to a sheva brachos in Tshekhanov (Ciechanów, Poland). On his way back to Gur, he heard groups of people heatedly talking about the war. And he told them, “I heard in the name of the Alter Vorker Rebbe that when the Midrash (Bereishis Rabba 42:4) says, ‘If you see governments fighting with each other, watch for the footsteps of Moshiach,’ it teaches us not to interest ourselves in their wars. We have to anticipate the coming of Moshiach.”

Mordechai Schiller, Brooklyn, N.Y.