Ol' Meangenes stopped by this morning. I was at home, trying to recover from a nasty case of bronchitis, so I grabbed him a bottle of Yuengling,and poured myself a second cup of coffee.

"What brings you around ?" , I asked. "Beside the Yuengling, that is."

"Politics. Boy am I gettin' tired of this crap !"

"Hillary this, and Obama that on the Democrat side -and Whoever- Heard- of- Huckabee and Mitt Romney on the Republican side...Oops ! I almost forgot Ron Paul. He got about 10% of the votes and his followers are declaring victory (!)

This picture reminds me of that-for some reason or other ! "

I clicked on it to enlarge the image and found I had to agree.

I found a second bottle (the last) of Yuengling and handed it to Meangenes.

"Was that all you came over here for ? "

Meangenes sipped his beer, and didn't answer - but he looked at me imploringly.

"Okay,okay !", I snapped. " I do have some new pictures to show you. Here you go !"

Meangenes applauded. " Thanks for the look ! It kinda eases the too-much-politics syndrome a bit ."

"Happy to be of service ! Anything else I can do for you ?"

The old gaffer belched politely. " Yeah,as a matter of fact: That was your last bottle of Yuengling. Better re-stock next time you go to the store."

THE CHICKEN BUSINESS


John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He
had several hundred young
layers (hens), called "pullets", and ten roosters,
whose job it was to fertilize
the eggs. The farmer kept records and any rooster that
didn't perform went into
the soup pot and was replaced.

 That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought
a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters.
Each bell had a different
tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster
was performing. Now he
could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency
report simply by listening to the bells.

 
The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very
fine specimen he was, too.

But on this particular morning John noticed old
Butch's bell hadn't rung at all!
John went to investigate. The other roosters were
chasing pullets,
bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters
coming, would run for cover.
 
But to Farmer John'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.

 John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the
Renfrew County Fair
and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.


The result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the
No Bell Piece Prize but
they also awarded him the Pullet surprise 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 highly coveted awards on our planet by
being the best at
sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when
they weren't paying attention ?

Just remember in November next year, that the bells
are not always audible