There’s this old Soviet joke where a woman was really fed up with her alcoholic husband. She found a dead cat in the street, brought it home, and put it in her husband’s jar of moonshine, hoping that seeing the dead animal would put him off the brew.
But when she came home after work, she found her husband squeezing out the cat’s corpse over the jar, saying, “Come on, kitty! Give me just one more drop, shall you?”
I always remember this joke when I see “the January 6 insurrection” pop up on the news again.
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