Writing About One Word Chosen At Random


“Should I get a job, or become a politician?” asked Pinnochio.


“Why did the politician cross the road?”
“To use taxpayers’ money to set up a task force to study why he should cross the road?”


“How many politicians does it take to change a light bulb?”
“How many?”
“No one knows.  Every time a light bulb burns out, politicians talk and talk about how they should change it, but nothing gets done.”


“Knock  Knock”
“Who’s there?”
“A politician.”
“A politician who?”
“A politician who has no reason
to be knocking at your door
because an election is not
happening soon.”
“Then why are you knocking at my door?”
“To do my part to help make this joke.”


A politician walked into a bar, and the bartender said, “What will it be?”
And the politician said, “My Fellow Countryman,  In these challenging times, we must work together for the good of everyone.  And everyone includes some of my friends who drink beer.  But everyone also includes some of my friends who drink wine.  I usually drink with my friends and have what they have.”
“Huh?” said the bartender.  “Do you want beer or wine?”
The politician looked around and saw that everyone was drinking something different.  He said, “My Fellow Countryman, We have reached the crossroads of our journey, and we must pause.  And while pausing, I will set up a committee to study what I should have.  I will let you know what I will order once I receive the committee’s report.”
And the bartender said, “You can’t stay in here if you are not going to order anything.”
And the politician looked around, and then did what politicians do best—NOTHING.


“Do politicians make mistakes?”
“Does garbage smell?  Of course, they make mistakes, but politicians do not call them mistakes.  They call them ‘errors in judgment.’ “


It has been the honor of my life to write this blog, and I would love to continue writing it.  But after careful consideration and more careful consideration, and still more careful consideration, I have decided to resign from this blog.  It was a tough decision, but I feel it is the right thing to do.

It is and will always be a matter of deep regret that while writing this blog, I was never able to learn to walk and chew gum at the same time.  I will have to leave that task for my successor.

Thank you for all your support.  And I want to send out a special thanks to my close friend, Mr. Jock Strap.  He holds things in place when my world bobs up and down.

And just one more thing.  I was at a loss about what to write for today’s blog.  I felt blocked.  And then the voices in my head told me to use my box of random words.  They said to pick a word and write about that word.

I shook up the box, and then picked out a paper with the word politician.  Immediately, ideas flowed.

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I am Minnie and Chic's son.