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“So how’d it go at the unemployment office today, Jim-Bob?”
“I’m so dang frustrated! The government isn’t listening to me! Where’s my dang gun, Shirley?”
“Where it always is, next to the potatoes in the pantry. Can you explain your frustrations, Jim-Bob?”
“Yeah! I’ll explain ‘em! Watch this!”
Blam! Blam! Blam!
“Would you watch out with that thing? There’s another hole in the water heater, and you almost hit the damn parakeet!”
“Well too bad I didn’t hit one ‘a them durn immigrants! They’re all diffrunt from me!”
“Well dear, you know there’s a tent revival tonight, at least that’s something we can cling to.”
“I don’t know Shirley. If only there was some way we could bring about a… a… change in America.”
“Well now that you mention it Jim-Bob, I was watchin the tee-vee over at the hairdressers today, and there was this nice young man on with some kind of funny A-rab soundin’ name. I didn’t understand what he was sayin’, but whatever it was made me feel good inside, like there was hope again.”
“Ohhhh yeah. That negro fellow at the bowlin alley. First time I’ve ever seen a negro at the bowlin’ alley, huh.”
“Well that’s just it. Such an articulate young man. Even though I didn’t understand nothin’, it was like, I felt like I was floatin’ up on a big fluffy cloud, with all the immigrants, and everybody else, even that blockhead brother of yours. And we were all friends, there was this, like, unity.”
“Wow Shirley – that’s great! If only there was someone like that in the central govmint as the President! Someone that would listen to my concerns for a change!”
“Well maybe there can be now, Jim-Bob. Why don’t you put that gun down, and lets eat these beans, before they get cold.”
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