Let me present the best of Jewish humor -- one of Jews’ survival strategies for when matters get unheimlich, as they always do in Dunkeleuropa……..

Abe Moskowitz goes to heaven, meets God and asks Him, “Is it true that the Jews are the chosen people?” The voice of God booms, “Yes, Mr. Moskowitz, it is true, you are the chosen people!” Pondering two millennia of unrelenting misery and persecution, Moskowitz responds, “Then could you please choose someone else for a change?” Why don’t Jews drink? It interferes with their suffering. What is the difference between a Jewish mother and a Rottweiler? Eventually, a Rottweiler will let go. A woman takes her son to the doctor. At the end of the appointments the doctor calls the mother into his office and says, “Mrs. Goldstein, I’m afraid that your son has an Oedipus complex.” To which Mrs. Goldstein replies, “Oedipus, Schmoedipus! What does it matter, so long as he loves his mother?” A Jewish grandmother is watching her grandchild play on the beach when a huge wave comes and takes him out to sea. She pleads, “Please God, save my only grandson. I beg of you, bring him back.” And a big wave comes and washes the boy back onto the beach, good as new. She looks up to heaven and says, “He had a hat!” (Further down, you will find so much more topnotch Jewish humor.) *** The Multikulti-Götterdämmerung is drawing nigh – uncomfortably so for Europe’s Jews, many of whom are now weighing their options abroad with much more intent than ever before Well before the multicultural murders of Jews in Europe, much of European Jewry – the continent’s cream of the crop – was already getting ready to pack up and leave for safer havens in Israel or America. Nowhere more so than in France, which is home to Europe’s largest Jewish community, half of whose members visit Israel annually and often hold property there, just in case http://www.jpost.com/Opinion/Columnists/Article.aspx?id=170731. The Telegraph’s Stephen Pollard wrote in another article at the beginning of this year, “Anecdotally, every French Jew I know has either already left or is working out how to leave.” On top of all this existing Multikulti misery has now come the German-ordered blitz banlieue-ization of the whole continent. In the words of a former French minister, “[The Germans] took our Jews and gave us Arabs.” God save us from German Gutmenschen – regarded by anthropologists as the missing link between earthworms and primitive primates. It’s not enough for Germany’s Immigration Useful Idiots to destroy the Fatherland; the whole of Europe must be dragged down with it. Berlin’s ethnic sinkholes give the lie to the multicultural mullahs So what will the New Europe, aka Multikulti-Großdeutschland, look like? In a 1-minute clip, a German police spokesman points out Berlin’s viciously violent & wholly welfarized Muslim ghettos on a map http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CbXjKCJLAg <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CbXjKCJLAg&feature=player_embedded> &feature=player_embedded. In a decade or so, he won’t need to be so precise and can just wave wearily in the general direction of Europe – courtesy of Merkel the Misleader & her gaggles of gone-gaga German Goyim. This is Germany’s terrifying blueprint for the whole of Europe, whose governments and citizens are too spineless or bird-brained to fight back. And that Austro-Germans believe that they can once again ride roughshod over their Eastern European neighbors – nearly ausradiert by the Nazis and then, to the cheers of the German Left, the Communists – and once more change the whole face of Eastern Europe is the Ur-Mother of All Chutzpahs. Do Austro-Germans have no shame at all? Germany’s immoral moralizers When Germany’s Pinocchio President lied through his teeth, snake-oiling that (über-unemployable) Muslims had made Germany a better and kinder place, my mind turned to two earlier-shown horror videos, namely https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sCxZZLWeUU <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sCxZZLWeUU&feature=related> &feature=related and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DHJouSioDU <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DHJouSioDU&feature=player_embedded> &feature=player_embedded, amid tons of similarly distressing material. The clips center on heavily armed Arabs and Turks who routinely beat white youngsters into pulp and often film the gory episodes for distribution among their mates. Of course, juvenile-court judge Kirsten Heisig – interviewed in both vids – has meanwhile killed herself, apparently being unwilling to live on in a country that lives a whopper of a lie and remains in the firm grip of PC Stalinists, aka the German Establishment. From cradle to grave, the manipulatable masses in the United Germany are force-fed a dire diet worse than anything the Ossis ever had to stomach. If Jan Palach committed suicide to protest Communism, it could be argued that Kirsten Heisig did the same vis-à-vis its successor ideology, Multiculturalism. As I will demonstrate at a later date, many of the most malicious multicultural madmen in Europe have a pitch-dark past deeply rooted in Communism. Self-named Antifaschisten are, in actual fact, nothing more than Linksfaschisten. To quote reformed Communist Doris Lessing, “Political Correctness is the natural continuum from the [Communist] party line. What we are seeing once again is a self-appointed group of vigilantes imposing their views on others. It is a heritage of Communism, but they don’t seem to see this.” The streets of Brussels, the capital of Dunkeleuropa, are once more ringing to the sound of Judenbeschimpfungen Demographically over the medium haul, Eurabia was already a long-lost cause, as best exemplified by its comprehensively crappy capital, Brussels. Its predominantly Muslim immigrant community will make up 85 percent of the city’s population within just a few years, predicts jubilant sociologist Jan Hertogen. One big bloody banlieue, Brussels is home to heavily armed North African gangs running amuck across the city and is rife with welfarized unemployment, violence, crime, jihadism, anti-Semitism (being routinely called sale Juif is the least of local Jews’ worries), anti-white racism, gay-bashing and so forth. So the usual shebang. This video made by the ZDF – most of whose news output is puerile political pamphleteering – does not even scratch the surface https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=on12C6drtDk. The clip has English-language subtitles. As if all of that weren’t ghastly enough, the Teutonic EuroMafia – Merkel, Gauck, Steinmeier, Schulz, Juncker and Faymann – will now fast-forward the 3D horror movie The Muslim Ghettoization of Urban Europe. Jewish humor as an antidote against heaps of horreur from the eternal pogromist The Merkel Era is turning out to be one of Europe’s most sinister episodes – particularly for all those segments of society most at risk from mega-masses of Muslims and Immigration Useful Idiots. Mighty, yet muddle-headed Merkel is the real-life equivalent of der Zauberlehrling, posing an unprecedented danger to everything that’s right and proper about Europe. But then again, having an existential threat hanging over their heads has never stopped Jews from telling Witze and otherwise making mirth. As a matter of merry-making fact, humor has always been a pivotal coping mechanism for Jews. “Look at Jewish history,” explained Mel Brooks. “Unrelieved lamenting would be intolerable. So for every ten Jews beating their breasts, God designated one to be crazy and amuse the breast-beaters. By the time I was five, I knew I was that one.” Funnily enough, Jewish humor has reached its zenith in America – the one place where Jews can live in relative safety and thrive like nowhere else. US Jews have long dominated the Realm of Laughter, just as they are a strong or dominant force in pretty much any sphere of American life. World-class Jewish comedians and humorists include Sarah Silverman, Bette Midler, Sandra Bernhard, Adam Sandler http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUCNAnp2QAI, Larry David, George Burns, W.C. Fields, Jack Benny, Eddie Cantor, Groucho Marx, Chico Marx, Harpo Marx, Billy Crystal, Milton Berle, Mel Brooks, Jerry Lewis, Eddie Cantor, Charlie Chaplin (a Brit), Woody Allen, Moe Howard, Joan Rivers, Bill Maher, Gary Shandling, Jackie Mason, Danny Kaye, Henny Youngman, Rita Rudner, Al Franken, Gene Wilder, Rodney Dangerfield, Don Rickles, Howard Stern, Bob Sagett, Jerry Seinfeld, Gilda Radner, Ruby Wax, Roseanne Barr, Walter Matthau, Jon Stewart, Goldie Hawn, Rob Reiner and Fran Drescher. I have not checked them out using http://www.jewornotjew.com. Much of the foundation of Jewish American humor was laid in the Borscht Belt http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borscht_Belt – previously a Jewish-dominated resort area where many young Jewish stand-up comedians got their start before reaching national or international renown. Perhaps America’s humoristic reality is best captured by a David Letterman quip, “Are you folks excited about St. Patrick’s Day? It’s the day I tell Irish jokes written by Jewish writers.” Jay leno concurred, “If the jokes don’t seem as good today, the Jewish writers are off for Passover.” IMO, better-quality humor is largely but not exclusively confined to the Anglosphere (to be more precise, the Western English-speaking countries, where Anglo-Saxon, Celtic and Jewish humoristic influences come together), as well the Jewishsphere (particularly those parts that have or used to have a strong Ashkenazi Jewish presence <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashkenazi_Jews> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashkenazi_Jews). For example, the Netherlands & Flanders owe much of their current strong humoristic inclinations to their influential Jewish communities, plus US/UK comedy. In fact, heavily Jewish-influenced prewar Berlin was a city with a very un-German wry & witty sense of humor, loosely denoted as die Berliner Schnauze or the Berlin Big Mouth. Well, no more. Robin Williams once remarked: I was once on a German talk show, and this woman said to me, “Mr. Williams, why do you think there is not so much comedy in Germany?” And I said, “Did you ever think you killed all the funny people?” *** The funniest Jewish jokes & quotes A Jewish mother gives her son two ties on the first night of Hanukkah. The following morning, when he comes down for breakfast, he is wearing one of them. The mom says, “What’s the matter with you? Didn’t you like the other one?” This guy tells his mother that he’s finally going to get married. His mother is thrilled! She says, “Am I gonna meet her?” He says, “Well, Ma, I’d like to play a little game with you. You have such a good sense of what’s going on. I’d like to bring in three women and have you guess which one’s gonna be my wife.” His mother agrees. The next day, he brings in three beautiful ladies and he sits down on the couch next to his mom. His mom talks to them for two minutes and says, “The redhead in the middle.” He says, “Ma, that’s amazing! How’d you do that so quickly?” She says, “‘Cause I don’t like her.” An old Jewish beggar was out on the street in New York City with his tin cup. “Please, sir,” he pleaded to a passerby, “could you spare seventy-three cents for a cup of coffee and some pie?” The man asked, “Where do you get coffee and pie for seventy-three cents in New York? It costs at least a dollar!” The beggar replied, “So who buys retail?” It’s the year 2016, and a Jew has been elected president. He calls his mother and says, “Ma, I’m the president of the United States! Are you coming to the inauguration?” She says, “Eh, well, I’ve got nothing to wear.” He says, “Ma, I’m gonna be the president. I can get you a dressmaker.” She says, “Eh, well, I only eat kosher.” “Ma, I’m gonna be president! I can get you a kosher meal.” She says, “Eh, well, how am I gonna get there?” “Ma, I can get you Air Force One. Come to the inaugural.” She ends up at the inaugural, and they’re on the reviewing stand. On the left side of her are all of the Supreme Court justices; on the right side is the president’s cabinet. She nudges the guy to her right and says, “You see that guy with his hand up? His brother’s a doctor!” An elderly woman in Florida was boring fellow beachcombers as she bragged on and on about her two remarkable grandchildren. Unable to stand it any longer, a fellow sunbather interrupted her. “Tell me, Mrs. Rosenwasser, how old are your grandsons?” Mrs. Rosenwasser gave her a grateful smile and replied, “The doctor is four, and the lawyer is six.” Advertisement in the Jewish Chronicle “Mr. & Mrs. Moshe Levy are pleased to announce the birth of their beloved son, Doctor David Levy.” A man named Irving goes to seek counsel from his Rabbi, “Rabbi, something terrible is happening to me. I think my wife is poisoning me. What should I do?” The Rabbi then offers, “Tell you what. Let me talk to her, I’ll see what I can do, and I’ll let you know.” A week later the Rabbi calls Irving and says, “Well, I spoke to your wife on the phone for five long hours. You want my sincere advice?” Irving anxiously responds, “Yes.” “Take the poison,” says the Rabbi. A Rabbi and a Priest get into a car accident in New York City. The Priest was speeding and smashed into the Rabbi, who was waiting at the traffic lights. A cop comes along, takes in the scene and says in his heavy Irish brogue, “Now Father, tell me, how fast was the Rabbi backing up when he hit you?” Old Jewish proverb “A Jewish wife will forgive and forget, but she’ll never forget what she forgave.” Telephone messages Kitty, my mother, has just bought her first telephone answering machine, and guess what she decided to record on it? If you want me to make smoked salmon when you come round, press 1. If you want chopped liver, press 2. If you want chicken soup, press 3. If you want chicken soup with matzoh balls, press 4. If you want to know how am I feeling, you must have dialed the wrong number because nobody ever asks me how I am. Who knows, I could even be dead by now. The customer is always right Moshe is in his usual nasty mood as he goes into a bank and says to the women cashier behind the window, “I want to open a bloody deposit account.” The astonished woman replies, “I do beg your pardon, but I must have misheard you. What did you say?” “So listen carefully this time, you stupid moo,” shouts Moshe, angrily, “I said I want to open a bloody deposit account and right now.” “I’m very sorry sir, but I won’t tolerate that kind of language,” and with that she leaves her window and goes to see the bank manager. The manager agrees with her that she certainly shouldn’t have to listen to foul language. They both return to her window, and the manager says to Moshe, “What seems to be the problem, sir?” “There is no damn problem,” Moshe says, “I’ve just won £10 million on the lottery, and all I want to do is open a bloody deposit account in this bloody awful bank!” “Oh, I see,” says the manager, “and is this bitch giving you a hard time?” When a golf course official would tell him, “Sorry, no Jews allowed,” Senator Goldwater (R-Arizona) would say, “Well, I’m only half-Jewish. Can I play nine holes?” “Compared to my home life, The Shining was a sitcom.” (Ruby Wax on her youth) “There are three kinds of pianists: Jewish pianists, homosexual pianists and bad pianists.” (Vladimir Horowitz) “The Austrians have completed the feat of turning Beethoven into an Austrian and Hitler into a German.” (Billy Wilder) “There’s so much Botox around now that you can’t tell when a Jewish girl is angry!” (Mort Sahl) “A conservative is someone who believes in reform. But not now.” (Mort Sahl) “Someday I want to be rich. Some people get so rich they lose all respect for humanity. That’s how rich I want to be.” (Rita Rudner) “In Hollywood, a marriage is a success if it outlasts milk.” (Rita Rudner) “I was raised half Jewish and half Catholic. When I’d go to confession, I’d say ‘Bless me, father, for I have sinned ‒ and you know my attorney, Mr.Cohen’.” (Bill Maher) “Fame has sent a number of celebrities off the deep end, and in the case of Michael Jackson, to the kiddy pool.” (Bill Maher) “We Jews have had the Atomic Bomb for 20 years. Never used it. You know why? It costs 180 million dollars.” (Jackie Mason) “Jews don’t care about ancient rivalries. We worry about humidity in Miami.” (Evan Sayet) “A humble and gracious host. America. Don’t make us bomb you.” (Jon Stewart) “Europeans think Americans are fat, vulgar, greedy, stupid, ambitious and ignorant and so on. And they’ve taken as their own, as their representative American, [Michael Moore,] who actually embodies all of those qualities.” (Christopher Hitchens) “In any case, my argument doesn’t say that there are no decent women comedians. […] Most of them, though, when you come to review the situation, are hefty or dykey or Jewish or some combo of the three.” (Christopher Hitchens on the humor gender gap) “You know you’re getting old, when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you’re down there.” (George Burns) “A scout troop consists of twelve little kids dressed like schmucks following a big schmuck dressed like a kid.” (Jack Benny) “Anyone who goes to a psychiatrist ought to have his head examined.” (Attributed to Samuel Goldwyn) “Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while.” (Groucho Marx) “And those are my principles. If you don’t like them, I have others.” (Groucho Marx) “I would never join a club that would have someone like me for a member.” (Groucho Marx) “A committee is a group that keeps minutes and loses hours.” (Milton Berle) “Of all the wonders of nature, a tree in summer is perhaps the most remarkable; with the possible exception of a moose singing Embraceable You in spats.” (Woody Allen) While working in a Miami Beach <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nightclub> nightclub early in his career, Don Rickles spotted <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Sinatra> Frank Sinatra, telling him, “Make yourself at home, Frank. Hit somebody!” *** Jerry Seinfeld “Having a two-year-old is like having a blender without a lid.” “My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned sixty, and that’s the law.” “Bozo the Clown. Do we really need the Clown? Are we going to confuse him with Bozo the Tax Attorney? Bozo the Pope?” “Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God’s final word on where your lips end.” Why is McDonalds still counting? How insecure is this company? Forty million, eighty jillion, billion, zillion, killion, tillion.... Is anyone really impressed anymore? Oh, 89 billion sold! Alright, I’ll have one. I’m satisfied. Who cares? I would love to meet the Chairman of the Board of McDonalds, to just say to him, “Look, we ALL GET it. Okay? You’ve sold a lot of hamburgers. Whatever the hell the number is. Just put up a sign, ‘McDonalds: We’re doing very well.’ We are tired of hearing about every God-damn one of them.” What is their ultimate goal, to have cows just surrendering voluntarily or something? Showing up at the door, “We’d like to turn ourselves in, we see the sign. We realize we have very little chance out there. We’d like to be a Happy Meal, if that’s at all possible.” ( <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzOSkO8BZFw&feature=related> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzOSkO8BZFw&feature=related) Then you get on the plane. The pilot’s always got to come on the P.A. system. Gives you his whole thing of what he’s gonna do. “And here’s how I’m gonna do it... I’m gonna take it up to 20,000. Then I’m gonna make a left by Chicago. Then I’m gonna go south by.” And we’re all back there going, “Yeah, fine. You know, just do whatever the hell you gotta do. I don’t know whatta hell is going on. Just end up where it says on the ticket, okay? Can you do that?” Do I bother him, telling him what I’m doing, knocking on the cockpit door, “I’m having the peanuts now. Yeah, that’s what we’re doing back here. I’m not gonna have them all now. I’m gonna have a few. I don’t wanna finish it because it’s such a BIG bag!” (This particular bit starts 4.5 minutes into this YouTube clip, <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNCkrYma9N4&feature=related> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNCkrYma9N4&feature=related, which is part 1 of his I’m Telling You for the Last Time show. Other segments of this show are to your right, presented in the most haphazard manner in the jolly company of other funny bits) *** Joan Rivers “Is Elizabeth Taylor fat? Her favorite food is seconds.” “I hate housework. You make the beds, you wash the dishes, and six months later you have to start all over again.” “I wish I had a twin, so I could know what I’d look like without plastic surgery.” “My obstetrician was so dumb that, when I gave birth, he forgot to cut the cord. For a year that kid followed me everywhere. It was like having a dog on a leash.” “She doesn’t understand the concept of Roman numerals. She thought we just fought in World War Eleven.” “I knew I was an unwanted baby when I saw that my bath toys were a toaster and a radio.” “She’s so pure, Moses couldn’t even part her knees.” “There is not one female comic who was beautiful as a little girl.” “I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.” “A man can sleep around, no questions asked, but if a woman makes nineteen or twenty mistakes, she’s a tramp.” “ <http://www.just-one-liners.com/situations/46088> You know it’s time to start using mouthwash when your dentist leaves the room and sends in a canary.” “[Of Yoko Ono:] If I found her floating in my pool, I’d punish my dog.” *** Whilst I’m at it, I might just as well showcase the best jokes of all time, irrespective of source – Jewish or gentile. After all, we’re now heading into Europe’s New Dark Ages, in which there will be precious little to laugh about. Once I saw this guy on a bridge about to jump. I said, “Don’t do it!” He said, “Nobody loves me.” I said, “God loves you. Do you believe in God?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “Are you a Christian or a Jew?” He said, “A Christian.” I said, “Me, too! Protestant or Catholic?” He said, “Protestant.” I said, “Me, too! What franchise?” He said, “Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Baptist or Southern Baptist?” He said, “Northern Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist or Northern Liberal Baptist?” He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region, or Northern Conservative Baptist Eastern Region?” He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1879, or Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912?” He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912.” I said, “Die, heretic!” And I pushed him over. A man receives a parrot for his birthday. The bird is fully grown, with a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every other word out of his beak is an expletive. The man tries hard to change the parrot’s behavior: he says polite words, plays soft music, anything he can think up, to set a good example. Nothing works. He yells at the bird, and the bird yells back. He shakes the bird, but the bird just becomes angrier and ruder. Finally, in a moment of desperation, he puts the parrot in the freezer. For a few moments, he hears the bird squawk, swear, and scream. Suddenly, there’s a deathly quiet. The guy’s frightened, thinking he might have injured the bird, so he quickly opens the freezer door. The parrot calmly steps out onto the man’s extended arm, and says, “I believe I’ve offended you with my rude language and behavior. I will endeavor at once to correct this problem. I am truly sorry and beg your forgiveness.” The man is astonished at the bird’s dramatic change in attitude, but before he can say anything, the parrot continues, “Might I ask what the chicken did?” A man is caught, by a forest ranger, sitting at a make-shift campfire, and to the ranger’s horror, eating a bald eagle. The man is consequently put in jail for the crime. On the day of his trial, the conversation went something like this: JUDGE: “Do you know that eating a bald eagle is a federal offence?” MAN: “Yes I do. But if you let me argue my case, I’ll explain what happened.” JUDGE: “Proceed.” MAN: “I got lost in the woods. I hadn’t had anything to eat for two weeks. I was so hungry. Next thing I see is a Bald Eagle swooping down at the lake for some fish. I knew that if I followed the Eagle I could maybe steal the fish. I caught up with the eagle who lighted upon a tree stump to eat the fish. I threw a stone toward the eagle hoping he would drop the fish and fly away. Unfortunately, in my weakened condition, my aim was off, and the rock hit the eagle squarely on his poor little head, and killed it. I thought long and hard about what had happened, but figured that since I killed it I might as well eat it since it would be more disgraceful to let it rot on the ground.” JUDGE: “The court will take a recess while we analyse your testimony.” 15 minutes go by and the judge returns. JUDGE: “Due to the extreme circumstance you were under and because you didn’t intend to kill the eagle, the court will dismiss the charges.” The Judge then leans over the bench and whispers: “If you don’t mind my asking, what does a bald eagle taste like?” MAN: “Well your honor, it is hard to explain. The best I can describe it is somewhere between a California Condor and a Spotted Owl.” Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their families came and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said, “So. What did you think?” (Steve Wrights) How do Italian girls shave their legs? They lie down outside and have someone mow them. How do you tell sumo wrestlers from feminists? Sumo wrestlers shave their legs. Irish Alzheimer’s: You forget everything, except the grudges. A woman died and went to Heaven, and St. Peter took her on a tour. They passed a pit where there were people gnashing their teeth and wailing, and the woman asked, “Who’s down there?” St. Peter said, “Oh, those are the Catholics who ate meat on Fridays.” They walked a little farther and there was another pit with more groaning and wailing and the woman asked, “OK, who’s down there?” “Those are the Baptists who went to dances,” St. Peter told her. And a little farther along, there was another pit with people in it who were crying and ripping their garments. So the woman asked, “And those people?” And St. Peter said, “Those are the Episcopalians who ate their salads with their dessert forks.” After his visit to Six Flags, the Pope headed for the mountains of Alaska to do some sight-seeing. He was cruising along the campgrounds in the Pope-mobile when there was a frantic commotion just at the edge of the woods. A helpless Democrat, wearing Birkenstocks, shorts, a “Save the Whales” hat and a “To Hell with Bush” T-shirt was screaming while struggling frantically, thrashing around trying to free himself from the grasp of a 10-foot grizzly bear. As the Pope watched, horrified, a group of Republican loggers came racing up. One quickly fired a 44 magnum into the bear’s chest. The other two reached up and pulled the bleeding, semiconscious Democrat from the bear’s grasp. Then using long clubs, the three loggers finished off the bear, and two of them threw it onto the bed of their truck, while the other tenderly placed the injured Democrat in the back seat. As they prepared to leave, the Pope summoned them to come over. “I give you my blessing for your brave actions!” he told them. “I heard there was a bitter hatred between Republican loggers and Democratic environmental activists, but now I’ve seen with my own eyes that this is not true.” As he drove off, one of the loggers said, “Who was that guy?” “It was the Pope,” another replied. “He’s in direct contact with heaven and has access to all wisdom.” “Well,” the logger said, “He may have access to all wisdom but he sure doesn’t know anything about bear hunting! By the way, is the bait holding up, or do we need to go back to Massachusetts and snatch another one?” A guy goes into a bar, orders a drink, and begins complaining to the bartender, “This circus gig is a nightmare. Every day, I shovel elephant turds... piles and piles of pachyderm poop. What a terrible way to make a living.” The bartender replies, “If you hate the job so much, why don’t you quit?” The guy is shocked, “What? And leave showbiz?!” A screenwriter returns home after a long evening’s work of waiting tables, only to find his house a pile of smoldering rubble. Policemen and firemen poke grimly through the remains. The writer leaps out of his car and runs over to a detective. “Oh my God! My house! What happened? Where are my wife and children?” The cop says, “I’m sorry sir. I’m afraid your agent came to your house, slaughtered your family, burned your home to the ground, and then danced on the rubble in hobnailed boots.” The writer looks at the detective, excited, and says, “My agent came to my house?!” Satan visits a film producer and offers her a deal: “I’ll insure that your next film is a billion-dollar-grossing, sequel-spawning, blockbuster hit. All I require in return is that your husband’s soul, your children’s souls, and THEIR children’s souls must rot in Hell for eternity.” The producer thinks for a moment and says, “What’s the catch?” A minister, a doctor, and a literary agent are all playing golf. As they approach the third tee, they notice that the foursome in front of them is playing very slowly. These guys are helping each other line up their putts, they all stand around while each other hits, and they’re generally taking far too long to play golf. By the time the minister, doctor, and agent make the turn, they’ve had enough, and complain to the ranger about the slow play. Patiently, the ranger reveals that the foursome is a team of blind firemen who lost their vision while entering a burning house to save an entire family, and their eyes were singed. “We let them play for free,” he explains, and asks the group to be understanding. The minister feels terrible, and insists, “I’ll offer a prayer for each of them and their families.” The doctor says, “I’m going to give them free medical treatment for their bravery.” The agent screams, “CAN’T THEY PLAY AT NIGHT?!” A woman walked up to a little old man rocking in a chair on his porch. “I couldn’t help noticing how happy you look,” she said. “What’s your secret for a long happy life? “I smoke three packs of cigarettes a day,” he said. “I also drink a case of whiskey a week, eat fatty foods and never exercise.” “That’s amazing,” the woman said. “How old are you?” “Twenty-six,” he said. An estate agent parks his brand new Porsche in front of the office to show it off to his colleagues. As he’s getting out of the car, a truck comes speeding along too close to the curb and takes off the door before speeding off. More than a little distraught, the estate agent grabs his mobile and calls the police. Five minutes later, the police arrive. Before the policeman has a chance to ask any questions, the estate agent starts screaming hysterically, “My Porsche, my beautiful silver Porsche is ruined, it’ll simply never be the same again!” After the estate agent finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes his head in disgust, “I can’t believe how materialistic you estate agents are. You lot are so focused on your possessions that you don’t notice anything else in your life.” “How can you say such a thing at a time like this?” snaps the estate agent. The policeman replies, “Didn’t you realize that your right arm was torn off when the truck hit you.” The estate agent looks down in absolute horror…. “Oh my God!” he screams, “Where’s my Rolex?!” A man walked into the produce section of his local supermarket and asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce. The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter. Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, “Some a#@hole wants to buy a half a head of lettuce.” As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, “and this gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half.” The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way. Later the manager found the boy and said “I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?” “Canada, sir,” the boy replied. “Well, why did you leave Canada?” the manager asked. The boy said, “Sir, there’s nothing but whores and hockey players up there.” “Really!” said the manager. “My wife is from Canada!” The boy replied, “No shit??? Who did she play for?” A man is walking along the shore, and finds a bottle. When he opens it, a genie appears and thanks the guy for letting him out. The genie announces, “For your kindness, I will grant you one wish, but only one!” The man thinks for a minute and says, “I’ve always wanted to visit Hawaii, but I’m afraid of flying, and I get seasick on boats. So I wish for a road to be built from here to Hawaii.” The genie reflects on this for a while and finally says, “I don’t believe I can do it. Consider all the work involved... the pilings needed to hold up the highway would have to be incredibly long, just to reach the bottom of the ocean. Think of the massive amounts of material that would require! No, it’s way too much to ask.” The man ponders again, and says, “Well, I’ve always wanted to understand women. I wish for you to explain them.” Without hesitation, the genie replies, “So, do you want two lanes or four?” Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn’t seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other man pulls out his cell phone and calls emergency services. He gasps to the operator: “My friend is dead! What can I do?” The operator in a calm, soothing voice replies: “Take it easy. I can help. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.” There is a silence, then a shot is heard. Back on the phone, the hunter says, “OK, now what?” A university American football coach walked into the locker room before a game, looked over to his star player and said, “I’m not supposed to let you play since you failed math, but we need you in there. So, what I have to do is to ask you a math question, and if you get it right, you can play.” The player agreed, and the coach looked into his eyes intently and asks, “Okay, now concentrate hard and tell me the answer to this. What is two plus two?” The player thought for a moment and then he answered, “4?” “Did you say 4?” the coach exclaimed, excited that he got it right. At that, all the other players on the team began screaming, “Come on coach, give him another chance!” A man and a friend are playing golf one day at their local golf course. One of the guys is about to chip onto the green when he sees a long funeral procession on the road next to the course. He stops in mid-swing, takes off his golf cap, closes his eyes, and bows down in prayer. His friend says: “Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen. You truly are a kind man.” The man then replies: “Yeah, well we were married 35 years.” On reaching his plane seat a man is surprised to see a parrot strapped in next to him. He asks the stewardess for a coffee where upon the parrot squawks “And get me a whisky you cow!” The stewardess, flustered, brings back a whisky for the parrot and forgets the coffee. When this omission is pointed out to her the parrot drains its glass and bawls, “And get me another whisky you bitch.” Quite upset, the girl comes back shaking with another whisky but still no coffee. Unaccustomed to such slackness the man tries the parrot’s approach, “I’ve asked you twice for a coffee, go and get it now, or I’ll kick your ass.” Next moment, both he and the parrot have been wrenched up and thrown out of the emergency exit by two burly stewards. Plunging downwards the parrot turns to him and says, “For someone who can’t fly, you’re a lippy bastard!” A man walks into a store to buy a Barbie doll for his daughter. “How much is that Barbie in the window?,” he asks the shop assistant. In a manner she responds, “Which Barbie? We have Barbie Goes to the Gym for $19.95, Barbie Goes to the Ball for $19.95, Barbie Goes Shopping for $19.95, Barbie Goes to the Beach for $19.95, Barbie Goes Nightclubbing for $19.95, and Divorced Barbie for $395.00.” The guy asks, “Why is Divorced Barbie different from all the others? “That’s obvious,” the assistant states. “Divorced Barbie comes with Ken’s house, Ken’s car, Ken’s boat, Ken’s furniture.” It was in a bar in midtown Manhattan and the Frenchman and the American were talking about love over some dry Martinis. “Deed you know, sir,” the Frenchman said, “that een my country thair are 79 different ways how to make the REAL, passionate luff?” “Do tell?” said the American. “Well, that’s amazing. In this country there’s only one.” “Just one?” the Frenchman said, condescendingly. “And what eez that?” “Well, there’s a man and a woman, and…” “Sacre bleu!!” exclaimed the Frenchman. “Numbair 80!” A Frenchman has a pet – it’s a giant snail. He loves his giant snail and decides to take it to London for the weekend. So they get off the Eurostar, with the Frenchman carrying his giant snail in his arms. And he’s going to show his pet something typically English, a pub. So they go into the pub, and the barman sees them coming and asks, “Good grief, where on earth did you find that ghastly thing?” The snail replies, “In France, there are loads of them.” An Englishman, a Canadian and an American were captured by Quebec terrorists. The terrorist leader said, “Before we shoot you, you will be allowed a few last words. Please let me know what you wish to talk about.” The Englishman replied, “I wish to speak of loyalty and service to the crown.” The Canadian replied, “Since you are involved in a question of national purpose, national identity and secession, I wish to talk about the history of constitutional process in Canada, special status, distinct society, uniqueness within diversity and multiculturalism.” The American replied, “Just shoot me before the Canadian starts talking.” Q: Why did the WASP throw his alarm clock out the window? A: As a histrionic gesture demonstrating his dissatisfaction with the regimentation of his life. A man in a kilt walks into a pub with a plastic bag under his arms and the bartender asks, “What’s that?” “Six pounds of Semtex,” he answers. “That’s a relief. I thought it was bagpipes.” Margaret Thatcher and her Cabinet were meeting over lunch to discuss an important bit of impending legislation. “And what will you have, Madam?” asked the waiter, approaching over with his notepad. “I’ll have the Beef Wellington,” replied the Prime Minister promptly, eager to get on with the business at hand. “And, for the vegetables?” continued the waiter politely. Thatcher replied briskly, “They’ll have the same.” Ed Miliband walks into a bank to cash a cheque. “Good morning,” says Ed, “could you please cash this cheque for me?” Cashier: “It would be my pleasure Sir, but could you please show me some identification?” Miliband: “Truthfully… I did not bring my ID with me as I didn’t think there was any need to. But hang on! I’m Ed Miliband, Leader of the Opposition and of the Labour Party!!!” Cashier: “Yes Sir, I know who you are, but with all the regulations and monitoring of the banks because of impostors and forgers etc, I must insist on seeing some identification.” Miliband: “Just ask any of the customers here at the bank who I am and they will tell you. Everybody knows who I am!” Cashier: “I’m sorry Sir, but these are the bank rules and I must follow them.” Miliband: “I am urging you please, to cash this cheque for me.” Cashier: “Look Sir, this is what we can do. One day Colin Montgomery came into the bank without any ID. To prove he was Colin Montgomery he pulled out his putter and putted a ball along the floor and into a small cup. With that sort of skill, we knew it was Colin Montgomery, and we cashed his cheque. On another occasion, Andy Murray came in without any ID. He pulled out his tennis racquet and lobbed a tennis ball straight into my teacup with such a spectacular shot that we all knew it was Andy Murray, and we cashed his cheque. So Sir, what can you do to prove that it is you and only you, as the Leader of the Opposition?” Ed Miliband stood there thinking and thinking and then finally says, “To be honest, there is nothing that comes to my mind. I can’t think of a single thing that I’m any good at.” Cashier: “Will it be large or small notes you require, Mr Miliband?”