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The year is 2012 and the United States of
America has recently elected the first woman as well as the first Jewish President, a
Susan Vineberg.
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So the President-Elect calls up her mother a few weeks after election day; "So ma, I
assume you will be coming to my inauguration?"
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"I don't think so. It's a ten hour drive, and your father isn't as young as he used
to be, and my gout is acting up again."
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"Don't worry about it Mom, I'll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home.
And a limousine will pick you up at your door."
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"I don't know. Everybody will be so fancy, I don't know what on Earth I would wear.
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"Oh mom," replies Susan, "don't worry about it. I'll make sure you have a
wonderful gown by Christian Dior."
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"Honey," Mom complains, "you know I can't eat those rich foods you and your
friends like to eat".
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The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry Mom. The entire affair is going to be
handled by the best caterer in New York, kosher all the way. Mom, I want you to
come."
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So Mom agrees and so on January 21, 2013, Susan Vineberg is being sworn in as President of
the United States of America.
In the
front row sits the new President's mother, who leans over to a Senator sitting next to
her; "You see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible, becoming President of
the United States?"
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The Senator whispers back, "Yes I do."
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"Her brother's a doctor."Â Â
