I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind. When you have nothing to say, but want to still keep contact, you forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes. A forwarded joke from me. So my friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that I have sent you just a joke, but that I have thought of you today and wanted to send you a smile.
Some satire is so broad that it's stupid.
Other satire has laser-like brilliance because of its subtlety. This is from category two. Selected from 139 submissions from 52 contributors. Go to the Internet Movie Database Vicki and I wandered into this film out of convenience, as it was showing in Berkeley's venerable Elmwood Theater, a few doors down from the new French place Voulez Vous, on College Avenue. I mean, the film was well-shot and nicely subtitled, but it didn't really require the whole 90 minutes to convince us that the lot of women in Iran really sucks.