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For better for worse

As silly promises go there are those that in some variation or another are made or as they say taken by the parties getting married.  Holy is how this union is described.  There are holes in the whole scam alright.  First - who is this guy in the middle making the uniting people take the promises?  When did we start inviting him/her?

One may say the process is defined by religion and the script tuned to suit the religious beliefs of those that are involved in this union.   (Reminds me of a recent joke about the wife leaving her husband on religious grounds - he thought he was God - she did not).

I think the key words are missing in these scripts - as they are in all union contracts. 'I shall not strike' would be a start.  I mean you rarely have an army go on strike - we are busy bombing Iraq and suddenly word comes from the front - the 8th brigade has struck.  Not Saddam's bunker but men and women in uniform (that is another classic  - why can't  I fight in my underwear?) just walked out of the field.

Not possible you say?  Why not?  Well its part of the contract.  I shall fight with my uniform on and never strike. 

Then why not make it an applicable language on all contracts?  Its striking - this striking?

I shall fight on the front, (never in the back alleys mind you) for better for worse, with my uniform and never strike (unless its a guy that looks funny).

Another joke recently showed up - Husband was never home to dine with her.  He promised to be with her for better for worse but not for dinner.



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