Ebook volume 41 Humour in Politics
Late one night, a robber jumped into the path of a well-dressed man and stuck a gun in his ribs.
“Give me your money,” he demanded.
Indignant, the affluent man replied, “You can’t do this, I’m the Minister of Finance!”
“In that case,” replied the mugger, angrily, “give me MY money.”
Those who rob forcibly along the highways and those who ‘rob’ corruptly in the high echelons of power have committed the same evil crime.
A Prime Minister received his share of correspondence praising and condemning him.
His efforts on the sports scene brought this humorous letter from a youngster, “Dear Mr Prime Minister, I saw pictures of you playing tennis. I think you ought to try bowling.”
A President of a nation had an open house on a public holiday and invited the public to the sprawling grounds of his official residence. Throngs of people visited the presidential grounds. To mingle with the crowds, he took a walk around the beautiful gardens. After about five minutes, he noticed a mother with a camera and a little boy.
He stopped to talk to them and then suggested, “Would you like to take a picture of me with your son?”
The mother replied, “I am sorry, sir, I have only one shot left and I want to take a picture of the squirrels.”
It is therapeutic to have our ego punctured once in a while in order to learn the tough lessons of humility and servant-hood.
A caretaker of Parliament House was preparing to retire after more than 50 years of service.
Fishing around for a story, a reporter asked the old gentleman, “With all these tourists and visitors coming up to you day after day, wanting to know about government, what question was asked of you the most often?”
“Where’s the Gents’ or the Ladies’?” replied the care-taker.
The concerns of the common man in the street are the daily and practical issues of life, not on intellectual debates that are thrashed out in Parliament.
The politician was pacing nervously up and down the corridor outside the delivery room.
At long last the doctor appeared and with a smile announced, “Congratulations, sir, you are the father of triplets.”
“Impossible!” cried the politician. “I demand a recount!”
A man who perennially carries his work issues and priorities into his private life is a confirmed and unrepentant workaholic.