Three dead bodies turn up at the mortuary, all with very big smiles on their faces. The coroner calls the police to tell them what has happened.

The Coroner tells the Inspector, "First body is a 72 year old Frenchman. He died of heart failure while with his mistress. Hence the enormous smile."

"The second body is an Irishman, 25 years of age. He won a thousand dollars on the lottery and spent it all on whisky. Died of alcohol poisoning, hence the smile.

Back in 1990, the Government seized the Mustang Ranch brothel in Nevada for tax evasion and, as required by law, tried to run it. They failed and it closed.  Now we are trusting the economy of our country and our banking system to the same nit-wits who couldn't make money running a whore house and selling whiskey.

I had the opportunity recently to visit a friend at her home in a large upscale gated community. As my Mustang approached the imposing gates of her sanctuary, I couldn't help comparing the colossus before me with the gate to Folsom Prison, a mere ten miles away.  In fact I wondered if I had wandered into the prison grounds when the gate magically opened for the person who passed me by and I scooted my Mustang in behind the angry woman who must have thought I was crazy for not identifying myself on the intercom before I entered the pri... er... compound.

Moving forward, I entered the featureless plain that was the aptly named attempt at sounding California Chique. Not wishing a lawsuit, I can reveal that the community resides just outside Folsom and represents a huge blight to the land with it's *sameness" that removes all doubt that replicators have indeed landed and taken over the Earth with the soundex "ano" ending the horror that is the evil compound of Klingon/Russian black and white theater. The old commercial "Ticky-Tacky Houses, All The Same" entered my mind...

My mind rebels and Chris Issak saves the day... That dude sure can sing...