[Grovenet] Bronze Rat(s) vs intelligent people

[Eric Canon]

George W. Bush meets with the Queen of England.
He asks, "Your Majesty,
how do you run such an efficient government? Are
there any tips you can
give me?"

"Well," the Queen replies, "The most important
thing is to surround
oneself with intelligent people."

Bush frowns. "But how do I know the people around
me are really
intelligent?"

The Queen takes a sip of tea. "Oh, that's simple.
Just ask them to
answer an intelligence riddle." She pushes a
button on her intercom.
"Please ask Mr. Blair to join us."

Tony Blair walks into the room. "Yes, Your
Majesty?"

The Queen winks at Bush. "Answer me this, please,
Tony. Your mother and
father have a child. It is not your brother and
it is not your sister.
Who is it?"

Tony Blair immediately answers, "That would be
me, Your Majesty."

"Yes! Jolly good!" exclaims the Queen.

Back at the White House, Bush summons vice
president Dick Cheney.
"Dick, answer this for me. Your mother and father
have a child. It's not
your brother and it's not your sister. Who is
it?"

"I'm not sure," replies the vice president. "I'll
have to get back to
you on that one."

Cheney poses the question to each of his
advisors. None can answer.
Finally, he ends up in the men's room and
recognizes Colin Powell's
shoes in the next stall. Dick shouts, "Colin! Can
you answer this for me?
Your mother and father have a child and it's not
your brother or sister.
Who is it?"

Powell yells back, "That's easy. It's me!"
 

Cheney sighs with relief. "Thanks!"

He returns to Bush in the Oval Office. "Say, I
did some research and I
have the answer to that riddle. It's Colin
Powell."

Bush jumps up, stomps over to Cheney and angrily
drawls, "No, you
idiot! It's Tony Blair!"

--- Dick La Jeunesse <dicklajeunesse at hotmail.com>
wrote:

> The following from a friend. ;-)
> 
> Dick
> 
> 
> A woman walks into a curio shop in San
> Francisco. Looking around at the 
> exotica, she notices a very life-like,
> life-sized bronze statue of a rat.  
> It has no price tag, but is so striking she
> decides she must have it. She 
> takes it to the owner: "How much for the bronze
> rat?"
> 
> "Twelve dollars for the rat, a hundred dollars
> for the story," says the 
> owner.
> 
> The woman gives the shop-owner twelve dollars.
> "I'll just take the rat, you 
> can keep the story."
> 
> As she walks down the street carrying his
> bronze rat, she notices that a few 
> real rats have crawled out of alleys and
> sewers, and begun following her 
> down the street. This is a bit disconcerting,
> so she begins walking a little 
> faster.
> 
> Within a couple blocks, the group of rats
> behind her grows to over a 
> hundred, and they begin squealing. She starts
> to trot toward the Bay. She 
> takes a nervous look around and sees that the
> rats now number in  the 
> thousands maybe millions- and they are all
> squealing and coming toward her 
> faster and faster.
> 
> Terrified, she runs to the edge of the Bay, and
> throws the bronze rat as far 
> out into the Bay as she can.
> 
> Amazingly, the millions of rats all jump into
> the Bay after it, and are all 
> drowned.
> 
> The woman walks back to the curio shop. "Ah
> ha," says the owner, "I'll bet 
> you have come back for the story?"
> 
> "No," said the woman, "I came back to see if
> you have a bronze Democrat."
> 
> 
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