One of my favorite jokes is a clean one, sort of, from the lips of not-so-clean Blanche DuBois, Tenessee Williams needy-decadent failed-southern-aristocrat-nympho-puta.
I studied the play at the English course offered by Cambridge on the Guanabara Bay, in Rio de Janeiro. Along time, I memorized it as I passed along its tape and ideas to my own students.
In 1981 I saw "Streetcar Named Desire" at the monumental Ann Arbor, MI cinema. Here's an adaptation of it, based on my take on war today.
A heavier old lady, who loved rock and the blues, also loved her parrot. She named it "We, the People." She, the old lady, Geraldine or Daphne, didn't enjoy it when "We, the People" swore up a storm. The parrot raised Cain especially when CNN was on Lou Dobbs, "We, the People" had come from abroad without documentation, you see?
It was one of those "Iraq News" days. "We the People" was mad. 'Dine, her owner, threw a blanket over the cage so the parrot'd think it was night time.