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I get a lot of e mail.

Every day my inbox is jammed with advice on the next stock set to take off like a rocket, countless deals on retail merchandise that I simply can’t live without, notifications that I may already have won my weight in gold or a lovely consolation prize like a plastic water bottle that fits on your belt when you jog (like that’s gonna happen), numerous comments from BigFrick.com readers from around the world, some of whom think I am witty and remarkably smart and others who think I may in fact be Satan’s spawn. And jokes. Lot’s and lot of jokes.

Many of the jokes are retreads; some of which may date back to World War II. A lot of them are worth a snicker if only for nostalgic reminiscence. I occasionally will copy and paste one of the better jokes and send it off to a close circle of friends. Most I read and delete, knowing full well that I will likely get the same joke sent to me by a flurry of other folks.

But on rare occasions I get a real belly laugher. Today was such a day.

I had planned to write today’s piece on the absurd ObamaCare health insurance plan working its way through the hall of Congress. But the joke I received today was better, at least in my opinion, than anything I could have written.

I salute whoever came up with this idea and take no credit for this fine piece of parody. I apologize to those faithful readers who are from outside America and have not seen the television commercial this joke parodies. Attempting to explain the joke or the television commercial would be useless. Suffice it to say this is a commercial from an insurance company named AFLAC. It takes place in a barber shop and stars Yogi Berra and his inimitable vocabulary.