Busy writing, didn’t have time for a real post, so you get humor…
On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.
‘One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me,’ said one boy. As they counted them, several of the nuts dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, ‘One for you, one for me, one for you, One for me…’
He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.
‘Come here quick,’ said the boy, ‘you won’t believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls!’
The man said, ‘Beat it kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk.’ When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery.
Standing by the fence they heard, ‘One for you, one for me. One for you, One for me.’
The old man whispered, ‘Boy, you’ve been tellin’ me the truth. Let’s see if we can see the Lord…
Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, ‘One for you, one for me. That’s all.. Now let’s go get those nuts by the fence and we’ll be done….
They say the old man had the lead for a good half-mile before the kid on the bike passed him.
People like Ms. Shaw here call themselves “progressive,” and they do so not just because it’s a nicer way of saying “liberal,” which has become a dirty word in the political sense, but they believe in the Socialist party which all of the progressives love and agreed with. The difference between progressivism and socialism is a very thin line. Both believe in the distribution of America’s wealth, as do the fascists and neo-fascists object to the term and . When you reduce and limit my rights and freedoms while increasing yours, or someone else’s , you are in fact using the Constitution for toilet paper.
Bottom line: When we are up against some with people in a debate or better yet in a agreement who are so convinced of their own opinions and their moral superiority, and who want to change the world, and our way of life, we can’t help but to think of Adolf Hitler
Now I could be wrong but I don’t think I am. If I am, then please by all means enlighten me
Laughs heartily, and tries not to spew a drink. Oh, that’s a classic, especially the punchline. The Amos ‘n Andy version, although not PC (as if I care), is also very good. I wish we had more comedians who could think long enough to write and tell better jokes and stories.
For writers, it’s an excellent example for a short story, though it’s a longer joke. Quick setup, straightforward plot, growing interest, and a killer conclusion. Makes a good vignette or chapter, or basis for part of a novella or novel. It’s easier to scale up or add on to some good basic material.
That’s funny – the story and the picture both.
Like the Canadian view.
Thanks for making me laugh
BR/WSF/Rick- Glad y’all liked it!