I know many politicians are old white guys.
I suspect that most of their mothers are dead and not just because of their advanced age.
Why?
If I were a politician and I said the things that they do, my mother would be on me like spit on a dogbone. I’d hear my name being called–formal first name, full middle name, and last name–a dead giveaway that I was in deep trouble. She would then proceed to tell me how disappointed she was with what I had said and done, how I let her down, how I let my father down, my school, etc. (It would be a long list, including people and organizations I had never heard of before.)
Then she’d let me have it with a verbal barrage that only mothers can unleash.
In the afterlife, I suspect that many mothers will be waiting for their politician sons. The politicians won’t even get near St. Peter until their mothers are finished with them. Talk about an eternity! I won’t guess where their souls end up.
That, of course, assumes they have souls.
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