What it takes to be an American President?

Yesterday I was hopping through yahoo and was completely shocked when I saw this news. An Israeli newspaper has published Barack Obama, the Amerian Presidential Candidate's prayer notes which was kept at the Holy Western Wall. I don't want to specify what the note reads here.

But for a country that respects privacy the most, which demands a separate bedroom even for a 5 year old kid, which feels intrusion of privacy is an offense, which prohibits even recording of a telephone conversation without either party's consent and treats it as a crime, this behaviour of its media seems atrocious. Afterall we demand privacy in 3 places at the least, bedroom, restroom and prayer hall, don't we?

Okie, forget the serious stuff. The below is a forwarded email I received from one of my friends.

John O'Reilly hoisted his beer and said, "Here's to spending the rest of my life!, between the legs of my darling wife!"

That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night!

He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the Best toast of the night."

She said, "Wow, what was your toast?"

John said, "Here's to spending the rest of my life, sitting in church beside my wife."

"Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said.

The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner.

The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary."

She said, "Yeah, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he's only been there twice in the last four years. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come."

The below is another good one received from the same guy.

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.

At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven."

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with God."

St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.

God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?"

Arthur said, "Yeah, that's me..."

God commented: "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?"

Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke, "Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?"

God said, "Ah, yes."

"Well," said Arthur,

"professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention!

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension.....!!!!

2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.......

3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much.......

4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust....???!!!

5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!! !!"

"Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on."

God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results.

The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it..

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said to Arthur, "but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours".

And the original joke ends there. The below is added by my friend, which I think is the funniest part of the joke.

Arthur then said to God,

"That's because you have had your product out for a longer period of time. You have created a monopoly, though now admittedly a very small fraction of men are trying out other options. And finally – Your product has no resale value! Infact it costs more to get rid of than to acquire it."

Have a great weekend.