George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Every time his crew raided a town, he’d draw his cutlass and roar “The synagogue’s mine!”
His crewmates thought he was some kind of bloodthirsty anti-Semite, and they’d go “Sure, George, whatever you say.”
George would run to the synagogue, bolt the doors shut, and heave a sigh of relief.
Sometimes, there’d be locals praying for protection from God, and George would try to reassure them that it would be okay.
“Just help your neighbors rebuild,” he say.
And when the raid was over, he’d return to the ship.