Bad times deserve bad jokes

With the news being unrelentingly depressing (especially news, not of things as they are, but as the Dems plan them to be), I thought this would be a good joke:

Four little old Jewish ladies are sitting around the table.

“Oy,” sighs the first.

“Oy, vey,” moans the second.

“Oy, vey ist mir,” wails the third.

“Now, now, ladies,” says the fourth.  “We agreed before we met that we wouldn’t talk about our children.”

Substitute “economy” or “national security” or “Obama” or “Congress” or any similar noun for the word “children,” and you’ve pretty much filled in how I feel about the rest of this afternoon.  I’m shutting down shop for the day.  All of you, though, should feel free to consider this an open thread.