...but I can actually tell it now.
One morning, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue, where he'd been sitting on a park bench. He spoke to the U.S. Marine standing guard and said, "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush."
The Marine looked at the man and said, "Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here."
The old man said, "Okay", and walked away.
The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush."
The Marine again told the man, "Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here."
The man thanked him and, again, just walked away.
The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same U.S. Marine, saying "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush."
The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, "Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Bush. I've told you already that Mr. Bush is no longer the president and no longer resides here. Don't you understand?"
The old man looked at the Marine and said, "Oh, I understand. I just love the sound of it."
The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, "See you tomorrow, Sir."
Yesterday's birthday boy, Mitch Benn gets full quotage
I had a Dream...
... in which the President Of The United States was no longer a beady-eyed ignoramus with a fake good ol' boy accent, the emotional sophistication of an eight-year old, the eloquence of a Sinclair ZX-81 and the intellectual curiosity of a radiator, but had been mysteriously transformed into a supremely cool, effortlessly articulate and dazzlingly smart black dude. Then I realised that everybody else was having the same dream as me. Whether we all live happily ever after remains to be seen, but today was still a pretty good day.