The story of Western immigration policy:
A viper got caught in a snowstorm. Being cold-blooded, this was a death sentence. A man passing by saw the snake. The viper said,
‘Please, sir, pick me up and warm me against your body, else I’ll freeze to death.’
The man said, ‘No fool I! You’ll bite me and I will die!’
‘No, I promise I won’t! Please!’
So the man collected the snake and put him in his pocket. After a while, the viper warmed, and then he bit the man through his shirt.
‘Viper! You have poisoned me! You lied!’
And the snake said,
‘You knew what I was when you picked me up.’
The story of elections:
On the radio some airwave jabber-jockey goes on and on about the new prez being a socialist while another mike-monkey “defends” him. A fight as real and choreographed as a WWF match. The liberal in one corner, the conservative in the other—pick your villain, pick your hero.
