Politics
Something to think about…
When President Truman retired from office in 1952, his income was substantially a U.S. Army pension reported to have been $13,507.72 a year. Congress, noting that he was paying for his stamps and
personally licking them, granted him an “allowance” and, later, a retroactive pension of $25,000 per year.
When offered corporate positions at large salaries, he declined, stating: “You don’t want me. You want the office of the president, and that doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the American people and it’s not for sale.”
Even later, on May 6, 1971, when Congress was preparing to award him the Medal of Honor on his 87th birthday, he refused to accept it, writing, “I don’t consider that I have done anything which should be
the reason for any award, Congressional or otherwise.”
We now see that the Politicians have found a new level of success in cashing in on the presidency, resulting in untold wealth. Today,many in Congress also have found a way to become quite wealthy while enjoying the fruits of their offices. Political offices are now for sale.
Was good old Harry Truman correct when he observed, “My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician. And to tell the truth, there’s hardly any difference.” I, for one, believe the piano player job to be much more honorable than current politicians.
A blind bunny meets a blind snake…
One morning a blind bunny was hopping down the bunny trail and tripped over a large snake and fell, kerplop right on his twitchy little nose.
‘Oh please excuse me,’ said the bunny. ‘I didn’t mean to trip over you, but I’m blind and can’t see.’
‘That’s perfectly all right,’ replied the snake. ‘To be sure, it was my fault. I didn’t mean to trip you, but I’m blind too, and I didn’t see you coming. By the way, what kind of animal are you?’
‘Well, I really don’t know,’ said the bunny. ‘I’m blind, and I’ve never seen myself. Maybe you could examine me and find out.’
So the snake felt the bunny all over, and he said, ‘Well, you’re soft, and cuddly, and you have long silky ears, and a little fluffy tail and a dear twitchy little nose. You must be a bunny rabbit!’
The bunny said, ‘I can’t thank you enough. But by the way, what kind of animal are you?’
The snake replied that he didn’t know either, and the bunny agreed to examine him, and when the bunny was finished, the snake asked,
‘Well, what kind of an animal am I?’
The bunny had felt the snake all over, and he replied, ‘You’re cold, you’re slippery, and you haven’t got any balls………..
You must be a POLITICIAN’
Desperate White Housewives
The First to Make Fun of the President’s Libido: Grace Coolidge
(first lady, 1923–1929)
Calvin and Grace Coolidge didn’t have one of the more romantic marriages on White House record. Fortunately, they had a sense of humor about their love life. According to biographer Carl Sferrazza Anthony, the couple once visited a chicken farm in Maryland, where the first lady witnessed a rooster copulating with a hen. Upon asking the farmer if the rooster did that often, Grace was informed that he did it several times a day. “Tell that to the president,” she responded, and the farmer did just that. “To the same hen?” Calvin inquired. “No, Mr. President,” said the red-faced farmer. “Tell that to Mrs. Coolidge,” said the president.