Scanning the on-screen TV program guide today in checking for favourite programs – Agatha Christie‘s, Australia being beaten in the Cricket (another story), Classic Movies, moving music and a few other indulgences, I came across a promotion for a musical concert program celebrating the awarding of a Nobel Peace Prize to, (I still cannot believe this), Barack Obama.
This I rapidly turned off before having an apoplectic fit and quickly readjusted my mental focus on more real-world interests.
Then tonight, again self-indulging, refreshing myself on one of my post archive topics, ‘Humour’, I came across this post:
Humour: Old Butch, the Rooster. I’d like to re-issue it to see if anyone else has a like sense of humour and a like abhorrence of injustice.
John was in the fertilized egg business.
He had several hundred young layers (hens), called ’pullets,’ and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs. He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced. This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now, he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells. John’s favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen, but this morning he noticed old Butch’s bell hadn’t rung at all! When he went to investigate, he saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover. To John’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. John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.
The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the “No Bell Piece Prize,” but 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 this year, the bells are not always audible.
Hence we get to the reason for the above title – This ‘Rooster’ Joke punch line ideally relates to the farce of awarding a peace prize to a warmonger, not only making a mockery of the Nobel Prize scheme, but delivering an inexcusable insult to those deserving recipients who have gone on before, and after.
I hope there are some readers who understand and/or agree with my viewpoint.
Whilst on the subject of Nobel Prizes, here’s another:
“Driving along a country road one day I passed a farmer standing in his paddock, seemingly not doing anything. Returning later, I noticed the farmer was in the same spot still not doing anything obvious. I could not resist stopping to talk to him and asked if he was actually doing anything?
Well, he said, I am trying to win a Nobel Prize. Obviously, I asked him to explain further. “I believe I will win one because I am out standing in my field”, was his answer.
If you don’t ‘get this’, please don’t ask. Please forgive me for such corny humour, I just can’t help it! (Acknowledgements to friend Louis, for this latter joke).
- Three women collect 2011 Nobel peace prize – Xinhua (news.xinhuanet.com)
- Tawakkul Karman’s Nobel Prize Lecture محاضرة توكل كرمان في حفل تسليم جائزة نوبل للسلام (yemenonthethreshold.wordpress.com)