Ah, Memorial Day with the family:
(Kyle, sixteen, and Jacob, thirteen, are my cousins)
Jacob: You guys want to hear a funny quote from [some computer game]?
Everyone: Sure!
Jacob: [Imitating a character from the game] “When I gave him some food, he called me a saint. When I asked him why he didn’t have food of his own, he called me a communist!” [Giggling] Get it?
[Long pause, as we try to make sense of this]
Kyle: Huh. I don’t get it.
[The rest of us concur with Kyle]
Jacob: [Dejectedly] Yeah, I didn’t get it either.
That’s cute.
I get it. When wealth – which in this case is represented by food – is shared willingly it is a religious virtue. When it is shared begrudgingly it is Socialism…which to those of us with a sharp political mind can easily equate to Communism.
Basically sharing sucks, don’t do it.
It would have been a funnier story if Jacob had called you all ignorant dumbasses and refused to explain this “obvious” joke. But that’s just an opinion and this is your truthful blog.
Ah, yes, I thought that’s what it was, I just didn’t think it was funny. Pithy, sure.
I suppose it was far too sophisticated for a meal of hamburgers.