Dr. Kenneth Noisewater wrote:
An oversized midget lived alone in the country. It was Spring and he wanted to dig his tomato garden, as he had done every year, but it was very hard work for the little man as the ground was hard. His uncle, Nikolai, who used to help him, was currently in prison. The little man wrote a letter to his uncle and described his predicament:
Dear Uncle Nikolai,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just not able to dig up a garden plot. If only you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Sincerely,
Your oversized midget nephew
A few days later he received a letter from his uncle:
Dear my oversized midget nephew,
Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES crushed under the machine of the establishment.
Truly,
Uncle Nikolai
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived at the midget's house and dug up the entire area. However, they didn't find any bodies, so they apologized to the midget and left.
That same day the midget received another letter from Nikolai.
Dear my oversized midget nephew,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Truly,
Uncle Nikolai
How do you come up with this stuff, Dr.?
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Antonio Gramsci wrote:
The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.