One cold day in late January, 2017, an old Veteran approaches the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue where he’d been sitting on a park bench.
He speaks to a U.S. Marine standing guard and says, "I would like to go in and meet with President Obama."
The Marine looks at the old Veteran and says, "Sir, Mr. Obama is no longer President and no longer resides here. President Donald Trump is now the President and the occupant of the White House."
The old man says, "Okay, thanks" and walks away.
The following day the same old Veteran approaches the White House and says to the same Marine, "I would like to go in and meet with President Obama."
The Marine again tells the old Veteran, "Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Obama is no longer President and no longer resides here. President Donald Trump is now our President and the occupant of the White House."
The man thanks him and again just walks away.
The third day the same old Veteran approaches the White House and speaks to the very same U.S. Marine, saying, "I would like to go in and meet with President Obama."
The young Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looks at the old Veteran and says, "Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Obama. I've told you already that Mr. Obama is no longer the President and no longer resides here. Donald Trump is now our President. President Trump is now the occupant of the White House. Don't you understand?"
The old Veteran looks at the Marine, smiles and says, "Oh, I understand. I just love hearing it."
The Marine snaps to attention, salutes, smiles and says, "See you tomorrow Sir!"
That Obama joke reminds me of a joke that I heard probably a long time ago. But anyway, here it goes. So there's this duck and he always waddles through the same park every Sunday asking the same question over and over. The only problem with that is he's always asking Harry the hot dog vendor the same question. And Harry HATES it! So one day the duck walks up to Harry and starts asking his usual question. "Hey Harry, got any bread?" Harry then says, "No, I don't have any bread. Now beat it!" So the duck waddles away. Next week, the duck returns and starts asking Harry the question again. "Hey Harry, got any bread?" Harry says, "No, I don't have any bread. Now get outta here!" So the duck waddles away until next Sunday comes. By then, the duck walks up to Harry and says, "Hey Harry, got any bread?" Harry, at this point, has had enough. He pulls out a .410 shotgun and says, "Look here, duck. You see this here shotgun? If you ask me one more time for bread, I'm gonna shove the barrel down your beak!" So the duck waddles away. When Sunday comes again, the duck is contemplating whether or not he should bother Harry about the bread. Then he gets that evil smile on his face and says, "You know what? I'm gonna do it. Just to make him mad." So the duck walks up to Harry and clears his throat. Then, nonchalantly, he says, "Hey Harry, got any-BOOM! Harry pulls the trigger on his shotgun and the duck's head spins. But he doesn't die. "You're lucky that was a warning shot. Next time you ask for bread, you're really gonna get it!" So the duck waddles away until next Sunday when he walks up to Harry and clears his throat. Then, once again, nonchalantly, the duck says, "Hey Harry, got any-BOOM! Harry shoves the barrel of his shotgun down the duck's beak and pulls the trigger. The duck says, "Bread?" and then dies. Years later, an old man in a wheelchair at a nursing home is surrounded by children who always visit to hear his stories. And as we all know it's Harry. One day one kid asks, "Hey Harry, did you really kill a talking duck?" Harry says, "Of course I did". Later on that night, the nurses wheel him back into his room. And just as he's about to go to sleep, he hears a familiar voice. "Hey Harry, got any bread?" Haha.
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