One wonders what these slugs were told about how life would be in the west.
I got a presumably German joke.
Achmed Zouad is sitting on the sidewalk in Dusseldorf and spitting out of the hole where a tooth is supposed to be. The wind rolls and empty aluminum can his way. Achmed picks it up and rubs it gently. A genie emerges and offers three wishes.
- First, I want health care, dental care, a car, and an apartment.
Boom — done.
- Second, I want my five brothers, eight sisters, twelve brothers and sisters in law, twenty nephews and nieces, my parents and my grandparents to come here and also get cars and apartments.
Boom — done.
- Thirdly, I don’t want to be Achmed any more. I want to be German and my name should be Hans Schlichter.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, sure.
Boom — Achmed is sitting on the sidewalk spitting out of the hole where a tooth is supposed to be. Cars, apartments are gone. The realtives are back in Syria. Angela Merkel appears, and wagging her finger intones:
- In Germany, Hans, we work for what we want.