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Political Humor and Satire

When things get too serious sometimes it helps to lighten up some. Several short jokes are on this page, longer ones linked from More Humor.

Some of these are old, some might be new. One of them, while not exactly a joke, just came in a couple of minutes ago via email.

Who Am I?

The candidate was campaigning at a retirement home. He asked a sweet little elderly lady, "Do you know who I am?"

"No", she answered back. "But if you'll ask the nice lady at the front desk, she'll help you find out".

A Taxing Problem

One day, at a local buffet, a man suddenly called out, "My son's choking! He swallowed a quarter! Help! Please, anyone! Help!"

A man from a nearby table stood up and announced that he was quite experienced at this sort of thing. He stepped over with almost no look of concern at all, wrapped his hands around the boys testicles, and squeezed. Out popped the quarter. The man picked the quarter up off the floor, slipped it into his pocket and went back to his table as though nothing had happened.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the father cried. "Are you a paramedic?"

"No," replied the man. "I work for the IRS."