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Friday, October 29

Texting, Politics, & a Pun

Dear Amy,

I spotted a short news article the other day, about a man and his 4-year-old son ramming into a train stopped at a crossing. Right through the barrier arms, lights flashing, warning bells clanging, into the side of the train. Rescuers had to cut them out of the car. How could the man have driven into a parked train, you ask? Right, he was too busy texting to notice. I wonder what he’ll tell his son one day, maybe on the day he gets released from prison: “Oh, yeah, well, see, son, it was really important.” I hope they throw the book at him.

I must be politically na├»ve . . . or maybe just stupid. Why can’t we regulate the amount of money spent on any campaign on both a national as well as a state level, make the amount small enough that no candidate would want to waste money on the sort of attack ads we now see . . . over and over again. Why should elections now be decided by the amount of money candidates can raise instead of on their stand on issues? A billionaire doofus can now buy a seat in congress if he’s willing to spend most of his fortune. I’m certainly glad Ben Quayle isn’t a billionaire. Oh, yeah, he’s a doofus, but not a rich doofus.

Pun time: A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of his office and asked them to disperse. “But why?” one of them asked as they moved off. “Because,” he said, “I can’t stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.

Whoa! Sorry about that, Amy.

Love, Jerry

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