It's Iowa. A near sighted sheep saw a guy on a bike and misunderstood what he was seeing. In a fit of jealousy the sheep told the rest of the herd. You've played the game "telephone" right? Now imagine it in a herd of sheep. Somewhere in the middle of the herd the message changed to "our humans are mating with bicycles which are obviously easier to catch than we are. This could lead to our extinction".
Sheep may not be smart but they do gossip freely, and soon neighboring herds heard the story as well. In nearby Henry County the news finally reached a very civic minded sheep. He called an attorney and told him the story. The attorney, of course, could only say, "hello? hello? Is anyone there? It sounds like a herd of sheep there. Hello?" So the civic minded sheep kept calling attorneys but found no success. No success at all. Zip. Zero.
Until that fateful morning when he called his congressman. The congressman, fortunately for the sheep, was a career politician. He was fluent in many languages including, but not limited to Legalese, Bullshit, Misdirect, Douchebag, and backstabbery. He had a limited knowledge of English, but had extensive experience in speaking with sheep. This congressman listened to the sheep's plight and nearly jumped with joy at the opportunity before him. "WOWeeZOWee, you mean I get to put my name on a bill, raise revenue, screw over those upperclass bike owners, AND I'll get some sheep to vote for me???"
And that is how a bill is born.
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Getting knocked down is no sin, it's not getting back up that's the sin
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