Obama went golfing today. He was hitting slices off every tee with his driver, so he asked his caddy if he could tell him what was wrong. The caddy says, "There's a piece of (s)h-i-(t) on the end of your driver." So, Obama cleaned the face of his driver with a towel. The caddy says, "No, it's on the other end."
Let us speak courteously, deal fairly, and keep ourselves armed and ready
