Stolen Joke

I ran across this tale on Ace of Spades – it was labeled The Saturday Night Joke, and I suspect Ace is worth checking every Saturday night:

 It’s an unusual time we’re living in.

I took down my Rebel flag (which you can’t buy on EBAY anymore) and peeled the NRA sticker off my rear window.

I disconnected my home alarm system and quit the candy-ass Neighborhood Watch.

I bought two Pakistani flags and put one at each corner of the front yard.

Then I purchased the black flag of ISIS (which you CAN buy on EBAY) and ran it up the flagpole.

Now the local police, sheriff, FBI, CIA, NSA, Homeland Security, Secret Service and other agencies are all watching my house 24/7.

I’ve NEVER felt safer and I’m saving $69.95 a month that ADT used to charge me.

Plus, I bought burkas for me to wear when I shop or travel. Everyone moves out of the way and security can’t pat me down.

If they say I’m a male wearing a burka, I just say I’m feeling like a woman today.

Hot Damn… Safe at last.

There are a lot of things spoken in jest.  I’ve never wanted a Confederate battle flag – my closest connection is a great-grandfather who was drafted by North Carolina in 1863.  He had just turned 18 and been married 5 days.  Still, I think his nation was just as fouled up.  For years, I’ve regarded an NRA window sticker as an invitation to get the car keyed – probably not so much here, but I parked on a college campus.  His home in the hills of North Carolina was an area known for pro-Union sentiments.  I doubt if he had any love for Abe Lincoln or Jefferson Davis.  Kind of matches my feeling for our elections, where I hold my nose and vote for the lesser evil . . . and the lesser evil by definition is still evil.  Perhaps the best way to deal with things is to laugh.