Ooooooh, a bit of political observation

Moral of the dead donkey

A young man named Gordon bought a donkey from an old farmer for £100.00.

The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day, but when the farmer drove up he said, ‘Sorry son, but I have some bad news… the donkey is on
my truck, but unfortunately he’s dead.’

Gordon replied, ‘Well then, just give me my money back.’

The farmer said, ‘I can’t do that, because I’ve spent it already.’

Gordon said, ‘OK then, well just unload the donkey anyway.’

The farmer asked, ‘What are you going to do with him?’

Gordon answered, ‘I’m going to raffle him off.’

To which the farmer exclaimed, ‘Surely you can’t raffle off a dead donkey!’

But Gordon, with a wicked smile on his face said, ‘Of course I can, I just won’t bother to tell anybody that he’s dead.’

A month later the farmer met up with Gordon and asked, ‘What happened with that dead donkey?’

Gordon said, ‘I raffled him off, sold 500 tickets at two pounds a piece and made a huge, fat profit!!’

Totally amazed, the farmer asked, ‘Didn’t anyone complain that you had stolen their money because you lied about the donkey being dead?’ To which Gordon replied, ‘The only guy who found out about the donkey being dead was the raffle winner when he came to claim his prize. So I gave him his £2 raffle ticket money back plus an extra £200, which as you know is double the going rate for a donkey, so he thought I was a great guy!!’

Gordon grew up and eventually became the Chancellor of the Exchequer and then Prime Minister as and no matter how many times he lied, or how much money he stole from the British voters, as long as he gave them back some of the stolen money, most of them, unfortunately, still thought he was a great guy.

The moral of this story is that, if you think Gordon is about to play fair and do something for the everyday people of the country for once in his miserable, lie-ing life, think again my friend, because you’ll be better off flogging a dead donkey.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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