Most people agree that a lasting
peace in the Middle East will require that the Palestinians eventually have a
state of their own. If it were up to me, I'd give them California.
Palestinians always look so worn
out, so tired, probably because they work so hard.
Californians never have that problem
because they've figured out a way to start working at 21 and retire at 19 with
90% of their last year's salary plus overtime and bonuses.
Need some spare change? Just knock
on any door and say "Tax the millionaires and billionaires but not you because
you're good and kind and wonderful and you have...talent!" In California, this
is called, 'holding a fundraiser.'
[For best results, pick a house
with a funny looking toy car in the driveway. It's called a Prius and is only
'driven' on rare occasions to show 'awareness' of something or other. It's real
purpose is to provide a place for the homeowner to hang his or her Save The
Planet and Save The Whales bumper stickers.]
Any wonder that the people who
live here for awhile start thinking that the world they create is the world
that...actually is? Reality is what we say it is. Isn't it? Well, isn't
it?
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