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Humor #43


1998 COLLEGE  FRESHMEN 


Bill Gates and General Motors

You might get a tickle out of this little bit of news from the recent Comdex Computer trade show.  Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated,  "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be  driving twenty-five-dollar cars that got 1000 miles to the gallon."

In  response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating --- (by Mr. Welch himself):

If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars  with the following characteristics:

1. For  no reason whatsoever your car would crash twice a day.

2. Every time they repainted the lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.

3.  Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart  and drive on.

4.  Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn, would cause your car to shut down and refuse  to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.

5. Only  one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought "Car95" or = "CarNT." But then you would have to buy more seats.

6.  Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, reliable, five times as fast, and twice as  easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.

7. The  oil, water temperature and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single  "general car default" warning light.

8. New  seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.

9. The  airbag system would say "Are you sure?" before going off.

10.  Occasionally for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in  until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key, and grabbed hold of the  radio antenna.

11. GM would require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set of Rand McNally road maps (now a GM subsidiary), even though they neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this  option would immediately cause the car's performance to diminish by 50% or more. Moreover,  GM would become a target for investigation by the Justice Department.

12.  Every time GM introduced a new model car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again  because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.

13.  You'd press the "start" button to shut off the engine.


Here is a typical example of how good public transport systems are in my country  called SOUTH AFRICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A day in  the life of a taxi driver....

Togetherness Tshabalala jinks his High Impact African Culling Equipment (Hi-Ace for short), with BMW  hub caps through the rush-hour traffic, occasionally using the pavement to increase  productivity.

Togetherness is a confident man with high spirits, as evidenced by the stickers on his rear window   "GOD LOVES TAXI DRIVERS" and  "AVOID CONSTIPATION - TRAVEL BY  TAXI".

On the  front of his taxi, between a large dent which, ominously, is in the shape of a large traffic  cop, and the holes from a small spray of bullets, is a lurid notice reading: "JUKSKEI  PARK EXPRESS INAUGURAL FLIGHT".

Using  the word "flight" is Togetherness's own little personal joke.

What we  are witnessing is the inaugural leg of what is hopefully to become a daily service between Jukskei Park and Johannesburg - a 25 km journey which takes 10 minutes - less if the  pavements are open.

The  percussion waves from Togetherness's powerful radio (taken from a BMW Z3) pushes back the  early mist. He is playing Boom Shaka's latest low frequency , 120 dB hit (How low can  we go). He hoots as he drives.

Togetherness hoots at anything he sees - including trees - as is the custom of his people. On board  the taxi are a dozen white people.  They do not come whiter than this.  They  are Omo white.   They were not born white. No, their pallor is due to fear  and stark terror. Take John Mleka.  Never in his life has he done 0 to 100 km/h in  six seconds - especially not in heavy traffic.

Dnise Mtha's colour has changed from green-black to a sort of waxen ivory as quickly as the last traffic  light had changed to red. (A colour which traditionally prompts taxi drivers to make  even more haste.)

Togetherness regularly looks over his shoulder while driving - even for a full minute - asking passengers  their destinations.

Elizabeth Mrowno, sitting right at the back, takes the opportunity to say "Randbag centa"  even though she works in Johannesbag. Randburg was coming up fast and it suddenly seemed  near enough for her.

She  worries about how she will make her way to the front - but only fleetingly because the taxi has now  reached Randburg and Togetherness has stopped.  He has stopped as suddenly as a  plane might stop up against a mountain.  Now  EVERYBODY is at the front in a  warm, intimate heap. Elizabeth alights as gracefully as anybody can with one knee locked  behind the other.   She is vaguely aware of passersby loosening her clothing and  shouting "Give her air!"

Togetherness bowls happily along Jan Smuts avenue, overtaking a police BMW which is chasing a getaway  car. Then he overtakes the getaway car too, exchanging boisterous greetings with the  driver whom he knows.

Togetherness is steering with his elbows because he needs his hands free to check the morning's  takings and to wave to girls on the pavement. He announces "Ladies and gentleman , this is  your captain. We will shortly be landing in Johannesbag.  Please make sure your  seatbelts are in the upright position, and your seats are fastened. Thank you for flying  with us. We hope to see you soon again."

John  Mleka is gripping the seat in front of him so tightly, that he notices his finger tips have gone  transparent, as a passing taxi fires a brief burst from an automatic weapon in his  direction. Togetherness now reaches the city and merges with the in-bound traffic like his  ancestors merged with the British at Isandlwana.  He stops at his usual  disembarkation point in the middle of an intersection and picks his teeth patiently while people sort  out their legs and teeth before groping their way towards a pole around which they can  throw their arms.   By the time his passengers' eyeballs' have settled back in  their parent sockets, Togetherness is already halfway back to Jukskei Park with another   load of passengers.

Y-e-e-e-e-e-s !


'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE IMPEACHMENT

December 17, 1998

'Twas  The Night Before Impeachment, when all through the House,
All the Congress was stirring, even Conyers, the louse.

The  Articles were hung by the Capitol with care,
In hopes  that Saint Bubba would be trapped in the lair.

The  Republicans were nestled, all smug with The Feds,
While  visions of perjury danced in their heads.

And Barr  with his rhetoric and Hyde with his trap,
Had just  settled in for a long evening's nap.

When out  in The Gulf, there arose such a clatter
They  clicked on CNN to see what was the matter.

When  what to their wondering eyes should appear
But  Tomahawk cruise missiles flying like reindeer.

With a  Presidential address, so lively and quick,
They  knew in a moment, it must be Saint Slick!

More  rapid than eagles, his supporters they came,
And he  whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Conyers, now Gephardt, let's forget about The Vixen!
On  Barney! On Maxine! I'm no Richard Nixon!!!"

"From Capitol Hill to the Washington Mall,
Now dash  away, dash away, dash away all !!!"

And then  the Republicans heard on the roof
The  prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As they  scratched their heads and were turning around
The  resilient Saint Willie scored another rebound.

No  longer was he eating from his humble pie,
While  assaulting Saddam with his bombs from the sky.

A bundle  of weapons he had flung at Iraq,
It  looked once again like Slick Willie was back.

His  eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His  cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the  hair on his head was as white as the snow.

The  stump of a stogie, he held tight in his teeth,
And the  smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a  broad face and a little round belly
That  shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

He was  chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf,
And the  Republicans wept, in spite of themselves.

And a  wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon  gave them to know they had something to dread.

He spoke  the right words and went straight to his work
Hard to  believe that an Intern once called him "The Jerk."

And  shaking his finger and thumbing his nose,
By  "Wagging The Dog," up the polls he rose.

He  turned to his spinmeisters and gave them a whistle,
Then  they cheered-on Slick Willie as he launched another missile.

They all  heard him exclaim, with Impeachment out of sight,
"Happy Ramadan to all, and to all a good night.


January 1, 2000

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