John on November 22nd, 2018

Beware the sound of silence !!!! and (Beware of TRUMP!!!)


Sarah was in the fertilized egg business.     She had several hundred young pullets and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs. She kept records and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced. This took a lot of time, so she bought some tiny bells and attached them to her roosters.


Each bell had a different tone, so she could tell from a distance which rooster was performing. Now, she could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells.

Sarah’s favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen but, this morning she noticed old Butch’s bell hadn’t rung at all!  When she went to investigate, she saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

To Sarah’s amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn’t ring.     He’d sneak up on a pullet, do his job, and walk on to the next one.

Sarah was so proud of old Butch, she entered him in a Show and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the “No Bell Peace Prize” they also awarded him the “Pulletsurprise” as well.

Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making.  Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and screwing them when they weren’t paying attention?


Vote carefully in the next election. You can’t always hear the bells.

Chicken Trump


(If you don’t send this on, you’re chicken     ……     no yolk! )

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The Irish See Things As They Are⁩ or The Irish See Trump As He Is
Father O’Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in
his new Washington D.C. Parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside.
He then noticed there was . . .  A donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.
He promptly called the White House.  The conversation went like this:
“Good morning. This is Donald Trump, How might I help you?”
“And the best of the day te yerself.  This is Father O’Malley at St. Ann’s
Catholic Church. There’s a donkey lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’yer lads to take care of the matter?”
Trump, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irish
accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, and
replied, “Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people
took care of the last rites!”
There was dead silence on the line for a moment . . . Father O’Malley then
replied:  “Aye,’ tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to call the
next of kin first – which is the reason for me call.”

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