I was driving along a dark, rutted, two-lane road in the wilderness a couple of nights ago when all four tires blew out simultaneously. Of course, I stopped and got out, filled with despair, to survey the damage. My flashlight revealed that the road was covered with nails!
Then I heard wolves howling! A pack of them was circling, preparing to rush me and tear me limb from limb!
Just at that moment, another car pulled up, ingeniously avoiding the nails. Five men jumped out. While one held the wolves at bay, snarling horribly at them, the other four swept the nails off the road and replaced my tires with spares they had brought with them. I was saved!
They refused to accept payment. "If you want to thank us," the four said together, "just vote for Obama!"
"What about you?" I asked the fourth man, the brave fellow who had faced down the wolves.
"I'm an Edwards guy," he said, a note of sadness in his voice. "But -- " he shrugged " -- you know."
"I hear you, brother," I said.
Then we all drove away.
I'll always wonder if those wolves were intelligent enough to scatter those nails, or if it was done by Hillary Clinton. I guess we'll never know.
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