Hillary's plan backfired

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    Hillary called Bill into her office one day and said, "Bill, I have a great idea! I know how we can win back middle America and secure my presidential victory in 2008."

    "Great, but how do you propose we go about that," asked Bill?

    "Well,"Hillary responded, "we'll go down to a local Wal-Mart, get some cheezy clothes and shoes like most middle Americans wear and then we'll stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador."

    "Then we'll look the part and go to a nice old country bar in middle America and show them that we really enjoy the countryside, and have admiration and respect for the hard working people living there."

    A few days later, all decked out and with the requisite Labrador at heel, they set off from New York City in a westerly direction. Eventually they spotted just the kind of place they were looking for.

    With dog in tow they walk in, stepped up to the bar and the Bartender took a step back and said, "Aren't you Bill and Hillary Clinton?"

    Hillary answered, "Yes we are, and what a lovely town you have here. We were just passing through and Bill suggested that we stop and take in some local color."

    They then ordered a couple of cocktails from the bartender and proceeded to drink them down, all the while chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen.

    Suddenly the bar room door opens and a grizzled old farmer comes in. He walked up to the Labrador, lifted its tail and looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked out. A few moments later in came another old farmer. He walked over to the dog, lifted its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and then left.

    Over the course of the next hour or so, another four or five farmers came in, lifted the dog's tail, and went away looking puzzled.

    Eventually Hillary and Bill could stand it no longer and asked the bartender, 'Tell me,' said Hillary, 'why did all those old farmers come in and look under the dog's tail? Is it some sort of local custom?'

    'Good Lord, no!,' said the bartender. 'It's just that someone has spread a story in town that there is a Labrador in my bar with two *****holes."