Always leave them laughing

American Gothic. Grant Wood

Just like butter, laughing matters are now in short supply. Between the crass ineptitude of our “chosen” headman and the sexual harassment epidemic, we are gasping for fresh air. Laughing might be is the answer.

Contrary to American lore, my life goal has never been the boring pursuit of happiness. My own Holy Grail is the quest for laughter. I know that this sounds un-American, but I don’t care. My ultimate objective in life is to be laughing as much as I can… hopefully on my way to the bank.

Laughter is the universally recognized remedy for a variety of ailments. It is more effective than any pills peddled by Big Pharma, and it is much, much more cost-effective.

Personally, I am leery of people who never smile and constantly say, “Believe me”. Who knows what brews in the mind of an unsmiling character?
A smiling person will seldom harm you, while a sinister-looking character probably will. Himmler, it seems, practically never smiled.

As a matter of fact, there ought to be a court-appointed jester in every institution of the land… especially in Congress. Neutralized and united by laughter, timorous congressmen may finally agree on a few things and pass some needed bills.

Against the assault of laughter, nothing can stand.Mark Twain

If you are attentive, you can find laughing matters in many places… starting with our own Casa Blanca and its fauna.

To sum it up, if you want to live a long healthy life, practice laughing daily. Laugh while doing yoga, paying taxes or doing your sandbag workout. No matter what, laugh Pagliaccio, laugh because laughing is far more potent than crying.

I will now decamp with the time-honored showbiz motto “Always Leave Them Laughing”:

A nice lady went into a pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist and said, “I would like to buy some cyanide.”
-The pharmacist asked, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”
-The lady replied, “I need it to poison my husband.”
-The pharmacist exclaimed, “Lord have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband. That’s against the law! I’ll lose my license! They’ll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!”
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife. The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, “Well now, that’s different. You didn’t tell me you had a prescription.”

Alain

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