A surly English overseer is standing at the entrance to construction site in London...
It's a filthy wet day. He sees approaching him a shabby figure with a clay pipe clenched in his mouth and a battered rain coat. He scowlingly thinks "Another fucking Mick on the scrounge". The Irishman shambles up to him, and asks if there's any casual job going. "You don't look to me" says the overseer, "as if you know the difference between a girder and a
What do politicians and karma whores have in common?
They both scrounge around for other people's ideas and use them as their own to get votes.