Decades ago, I heard the story of a beat cop encountering a man on his hands and knees

[Atticus]

under a streetlight apparently looking for something.

"What's up?" the cop asked. "Lookin' for somethin'?"

"My---hic!--- car keys" the obviously inebriated man replied.

After joining the search for a few minutes, the cop inquired "Are ya sure this is where ya dropped 'em?"

"Nah," the man answered, "I dropped 'em ---hic! --- over there by my ---hic!--- car", pointing to a red sedan in the darkened middle of the block.

The cop straightened up, scratched his head and asked "If ya dropped your keys over there,---pointing---why ya lookin' for 'em here?"

"Simple!" the drunk responded, somewhat condescendingly, "the light's much better here!"


Somewhere in that tale is an analogy to how MAGAvolk decide who gets their vote, but I'll leave that to wiser folks.

[Fozzledick]

1. Um, this is a later iteration of a very old story about Mullah Nasruden.

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In the original he's seen frantically searching in his garden in daylight for his house key. His neighbors all come to help until the whole village is searching his garden and finding nothing. When one finally asks if he's sure this is where he dropped it he answers that he dropped it inside his house but it's too dark to see clearly in there, so he went to look where the light is.

The modern drunk versions lose the original religious lesson that spiritual truth is to be found by searching within oneself rather than the outside world.

[BunnyMcGee]

2. I like that story, thanks