Reflections From a Murky Pond

In days gone by American men went to the barbershop for their basic grooming needs. It was a ritual of sorts, if placed within the context of postmodern neo-primitive spirituality, a “male mystery.” There American men gathered at the barbershop, bonded with each other, and “talked of affairs,” largely irregardless of their relative social position or beliefs.

This could, if this ritual had survived to the modern day, have led to some interesting conversations…

George Bush and Barack Obama somehow ended up at the same barber shop.

As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.

As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Obama in his chair reached for the aftershave.

Obama was quick to stop him saying, “No thanks, my wife Michelle will smell that and think I’ve been in a whorehouse.”

The second barber turned to Bush and said, “How about you, sir?”

Bush replied, “Go ahead. My wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.”

Yep. It might have led to some odd exchanges indeed.

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Trojan® Brand Condoms are America’s #1 condom and have been trusted for over 90 years. For approximately 90 years Trojan has been the go-to prophylactic choice in America, outselling every other brand of condom year after year after year.

This is a bit strange since the brand is “oddly” named. It just shouldn’t call up imagery that people would find comforting in their birth control.

Trojan condoms is a pretty piss-poor name for a prophylactic. Think about it

The Trojan Horse entered through the city gates, broke open and loads of little guys came running out and ruined everybody’s day.

Definitely bad branding, but somehow Trojan condoms have overcome that and continue to be the best selling brand.

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The true test of one’s devotion to a principle or set of principles is how one reacts when the principle(s) in question is applied to one’s self. Truly, this test is an effective measure of a person, though it can have some “interesting” effects…

A dedicated Teamsters union worker was attending a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one, he asked the Madam, ‘Is this a union house?’

“No,” she replied, “I’m sorry it isn’t.”

“Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?”

“The house gets $80 and the girls get $20,” she answered.

Offended at such unfair dealings, the union man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable, hopefully unionized shop. His search continued until finally he reached a brothel where the Madam responded, “Why yes sir, this is a union house. We observe all union rules.”

The man asked, “And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?”

“The girls get $80 and the house gets $20.”

“That’s more like it!” the union man said.

He handed the Madam $100, looked around the room, and pointed to a stunningly attractive blond.

“I’d like her,” he said.

“I’m sure you would, sir,” said the Madam.

Then she gestured to a 92-year old woman in the corner, “but Ethel here has 67 years seniority and according to union rules, she’s next.”

The shop steward was more than a little shopworn. Definitely a case of the Teamster being hoist upon his own – or his union’s own – petard.

I’m guessing his continued support for his union’s seniority policies might be a little limp.

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