Posted on 01/17/2022 2:08:20 AM PST by sodpoodle
President Biden visits a remote Native American reservation. With news crews
following him around as they tour the place, the President asks the chief if there
is anything they need.
"Well," says the chief, "We have three very important needs. First, we have a
medical clinic, but no doctor to man it.”
Biden whips out his cellphone, dials a number, talks to somebody for two minutes,
and then hangs up. "I've pulled some strings. Your doctor will arrive in a few days.”
"Now what was the second problem?”
"We have no way to get clean water. The local mining operation has poisoned the
water our people have been drinking for thousands of years. We've been flying
bottled water in, and it's terribly expensive.”
Once again, Biden dials a number, yells into the phone for a few minutes, and then
hangs up. "The mine has been shut down, and the owner is being billed for setting
up a purification plant for your people.”
"Now what was that third problem?" The chief looks at him and says, "We have no
cellphone reception up here!"
The king wanted to go fishing, and he asked the royal weather forecaster the forecast for the next few hours. The palace meteorologist assured him that there was no chance of rain. So the king and the queen went fishing.
On the way, he met a man with a fishing pole riding on a donkey, and he asked the man if the fish were biting. The fisherman said, “Your Majesty, you should return to the palace. In just a short time I expect a huge rainstorm.”
The king replied: “I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard. He is an educated and experienced professional. Besides, I pay him very high wages. He gave me a very different forecast. I trust him.” So, the king continued on his way.
However, in a short time, torrential rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked. Furious, the king returned to the palace and gave the order to execute the meteorologist. Then he summoned the fisherman and offered him the prestigious position of royal forecaster.
The fisherman said, “Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting. I obtain my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey’s ears drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain.”
So, the king hired the donkey.
And so, began the practice of hiring dumb asses to work in influential positions of government. And thus, the symbol of the Democrat Party was born.
The practice continues to this day.
Saint Peter says, "First you must beat me in a game of 'Two Truths and One Lie.'"
That's easy says Joe. 1) I won the election fair and square. 2) I was the best president ever, and 3) I'm an idiot.
"That's two lies and a truth." says Saint Peter.
"I suppose you can do better?" replies Biden.
"Sure" says Peter. 1) I'm not Saint Peter, 2) Those aren't the pearly gates, and 3) you are not an idiot.
Uncle: yes I do
Nephew: I found the rubber band.
Absolutely. Perfect.
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