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Thursday, Nov 18, 2021 - 22:11 SGT
Posted By: Gilbert

A Brief Lightening Of The Mood

This will be short as I continue grappling with sundry official duties and the bigger piece on coronavirus happenings, and I figured it might as well try to be funny, from how it all feels like slowly falling apart globally. The much-vaunted personal U.S.-China summit appears to be more pleasantries exchanged with little yielded on either side, and on this subject I am happy to report a compromise achieved with Mr. Ham, after some very long and difficult negotiations through the last month - we now both call it a running wheel, and he continues to use it near-exclusively for napping.

The State's Times has by the way just printed headlines admitting that high inflation levels are no longer transitory - quite the about-turn - despite this being by far the most probable development since April or May. Well, this sounds like an occasion to revisit some Cold War I classics:

A old man has been waiting all day in a bread line in Moscow. He's just about to get to the front when the baker comes out, and announces that he's sold out.

"This is outrageous! I work all my life for communism and this is what we have to live with! Let's go Gorbachev and everyone else!"

Suddenly, he feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he sees a policeman looking sternly at him.

"Careful, comrade. You know twenty years ago if you said such things..."

With that, the policeman then forms his hand into a pistol shape and points it at the old man's head, before making a shooting gesture.

The old man backs away and begins to walk home, looking over his shoulder the whole way. Finally he makes it to his small apartment, to be greeted by his wife.

"What's the matter, dear? You look pale as a ghost. Were they all out of bread again?"

"It's worse than that!" says the old man. "They've run out of bullets!"



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