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A little humor at income tax time

Issue: "Profiles in effective compassion," April 24, 2010

When you contemplate the taxes you're paying, are you an optimist or a pessimist? Definitions: The pessimist says things can't get any worse. The optimist says, "Yes they can."

This starts off my first annual joke column: I offer it as a public service as taxpayers painfully file their returns, and a tender mercy after my streak of about 100 serious columns. But Woody Allen's riffs on death are all soberly nervous: "It's not that I'm afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens. . . . I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear. . . . I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying." So the jokes I'll tell must have a point as well.

For example, when I think of the disjunction between evidence of God's power and our reactions to it, this story comes to mind: A grandmother is watching her only grandchild playing on the beach. A huge wave comes and yanks him out to sea. She pleads, "Please God, save my grandson." Immediately a big wave comes and washes the boy back onto the beach, unharmed. But the grandma looks up to heaven and says angrily, "He had a hat!"

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We so much like being the center of attention that we don't realize our foolishness. Example: Three women are bragging about how much their sons love them. The first says, "My son bought me a new car." The second says, "My son bought me a new house." The third says, "That's nothing, my son every week goes into a room, lies down on a couch, and talks only about ME."

Our illusions often make us like a man who complains to a psychiatrist that he can never get a girlfriend. The psychiatrist says, "No wonder! You smell awful!" The man said, "That's right. I work in the circus cleaning up the elephants' droppings. No matter how much I wash, the stink sticks to me." The psychiatrist reasonably answers, "So quit your job and get another one." To which the man of course responds, "Are you crazy? And get out of show business?"

And thinking of our pridefulness: What about the man who thinks his wife is losing her hearing? A doctor suggests that he try a simple at-home test: Stand behind her, ask her a question from different distances, and see when she can hear it. The man goes home, sees his wife in the kitchen facing the stove, and asks from the door, "What's for dinner tonight?" No answer. Ten feet behind her, he repeats, "What's for dinner tonight?" Still no answer. Finally, right behind her he says, "What's for dinner tonight?" His wife turns around and says, "For the third time-chicken."

But aging happens to all of us. I heard a tale of some 50-year-olds at a reunion discussing and discussing where they should eat. Finally they agree to meet at Luigi's Restaurant because the food selection there is excellent. Twenty years later they meet again and, after a long discussion, agree on Luigi's because they can eat there in peace and quiet. When they hit 90 they meet again and for one more time discuss and discuss where they should eat. Finally they agree . . . Luigi's, because they have never been there before!

I can't resist one joke on politics and one on media. The healthcare debacle reminded me of this debate among a surgeon, a designer, and a politician. The surgeon says his is the oldest profession, because God in chapter 2 of Genesis removed Adam's rib and made Eve. The designer counters, "In chapter 1 of Genesis, God turned primordial chaos into beautiful order." The politician trumps them: "Who do you think made primordial chaos?"

Regarding the press and religion, did you hear the one about New York Times and Washington Post reporters having lunch and betting on who knows more about Christianity? Mr. NYT says, "I'll bet you $20 that you can't say the Lord's Prayer." Ms. WaPo says, "You're on." She bows her head and says, "Now I lay me down to sleep. . . ." Mr. NYT hands her $20, saying, "That's impressive. I didn't think you knew it."

Will this be the last annual joke column? We offer, you decide.
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Marvin Olasky
Marvin Olasky

Marvin is editor in chief of WORLD News Group and the author of more than 20 books, including The Tragedy of American Compassion. Follow Marvin on Twitter @MarvinOlasky.

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