Close But No Cigar

The Pope, Obama and Trump were set to be executed by firing squad. The Pope stood against a wall. “Earthquake!” he yelled. The riflemen fled and the Pope ran away. Obama was led out. Up against the wall. “Tornado!” he yelled, having seen the trick work for the Pope. The gunslingers fled and Obama ran away. Trump watched the Pope and Obama and knew what to do. He was led out to the wall. The shooters raised their weapons. “Fire!” yelled the Donald.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.