Appropriate For Our Political Arena

  An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was getting time the
 boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young
 men, the boy didn’t really know what he wanted to do, and he didn’t seem
 too concerned about it.
 
  One day, while the boy was away at school, his father  decided to try an
 experiment. He went into the boy’s room and placed on his study table
 four objects:  a Bible; a silver dollar; a bottle of whisky and a Playboy magazine.

    ‘I’ll just hide behind the door,’ the old preacher said to himself,
 ‘when he comes home from school this afternoon, I’ll see which object he
 picks up. If it’s the Bible, he’s going to be a preacher like me, and
 what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he’s going to
 be a businessman, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the
 bottle, he’s going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame
 that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he’s gonna
 be a skirt-chasin’ bum.’

   The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son’s footsteps as he
 entered the house whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed his
 books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the
 objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to
 inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his
 arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He
 uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month’s
 centerfold.

   ‘Lord have mercy,’ the old preacher disgustedly whispered, ‘he’s gonna
run for Congress!’

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