Barack H. Obama had a
summer house in the Maine woods. Each summer he'd
invite a different friend (no, that's not the
punch line) to spend a week or two. On one
occasion, he invited a Czechoslovakian to stay
with him. They had a splendid time in the country
- rising early and living in the great outdoors.
Early one morning they
wentout to pick berriesfortheir
morning breakfast. As they went around the berry
patch, along came two huge bears. Obama dashed
for cover. His friend wasn't so lucky and the
male bear reached him and swallowed him whole.
Obama ran back to his car, drove to town as fast
has he could, and got the sheriff. The sheriff
grabbed his rifle and dashed back to the berry
patch with Obama. Sure enough, both bears were
still there. "He's in THAT one!" cried
Barack H. Obama, pointing to the male. The
sheriff looked at the bears, and without batting
an eye, leveled his gun, took careful aim, and SHOT THE FEMALE.
"Whatd'ya do that
for?!" exclaimed Barack H. Obama, "I
said he was in the male bear!"
"Yep," said
the sheriff, "and would YOU believe a
Democrat who told you that the Czech was in theMale?"
(Ed. Note:
Presidential? Sure. And the check is in the
mail!)