BUTCH THE ROOSTER - CHICKEN POLITICS -

TESTING CHICKEN POLITICS
CHECKING ON CHOOKS

 

This took a lot of time, so she bought some tiny bells and attached them to her roosters. Each bell had a different tone, so she could tell from a distance which rooster was performing. Now, she could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells. Sarah's favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen but, this morning she noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all!  

When she went to investigate, she saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

 To Sarah's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring.  He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job, and walk on to the next one.

 Sarah was so proud of old Butch, she entered him in a Show and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the "No Bell Peace Prize" they also awarded him the "Pulletsurprise" as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention?

 

Vote carefully in the next election. You can't always hear the bells.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

SOME STORIES

FIRST DRINK WITH SON! - ANY DADS REMEMBER?
 
While reading an article last night about fathers and sons, memories came flooding back to the time I took my son out for his first pint. 
First off we went to our local pub only two blocks from our house. 
I got him a Guinness. He didn't like it, so I drank it.
Then I got him a Kilkenny's, he didn't like that either, so I drank it. 
Finally, I thought he might like some Harp Lager. He didn't. I drank it. 
I thought maybe he'd like whiskey better than beer so we tried a Jameson's, nope! 
In desperation, I had him try that rare Redbreast, Ireland's finest. He wouldn't even smell it. What could I do but drink it! 
By the time I realized he just didn't like to drink, I was so drunk I could hardly push his stroller back home!