A little boy was roughhousing with his dog.
His mother said to him, "Now, Bobby, I know you love Buster, but you're loving him too much. How would you feel if someone huge picked you up and squeezed you so hard you couldn't breathe?"
The boy thought a moment and then said, "I guess I'd feel like it was my birthday and Aunt Thelma was here!"
A new young minister got his first charge - a tiny church way out on the prairies. He traveled from the big city early to familiarize himself with the parish, and visited the church on Wednesday. It was dark and dreary inside, and remembering the suggestion that he find a cause to get the congregation working together, he got the bright idea that they should raise funds to buy a chandelier to hang in the middle of the sanctuary, and spent the next three days preparing his sermon.
Politics is our religion.
"Do you remember, before the internet, that it was thought that the cause of collective stupidity was the lack of access to information? Well ... it wasn't that."
"Oh, No!" he gasped as he surveyed the disaster before him. Never in his 40 years of life had he seen anything like it. How anyone could have survived he did not know.