Somebody worse than Lawyers...

You have heard them all before, and laughed because they were true; you know, Lawyer jokes. Lawyer jokes are funny because we have all seen lawyers at their worst. We've seen ambulance chasers that prey on the hurting and uninformed. We've also seen lawyers who use loopholes to get their slimey defendants off scot free. And we've seen the slick talking, schmoozing lawyers that toot their own horns, and generally irritate to fool out of us all. But you know, I can respect lawyers to a small extent, because when they use their silver tongues, they are usually doing it for someone elses good. Sure he may be guilty, but it is to his benefit to get out of being punished. (Alright, all you seminary grads; don't lecture me on righteous punishment, I know there is another side. That argument is for later.) I can also respect lawyers somewhat because they are not the lowest form of life on the planet. I can respect lawyers, because at least they are not BANKERS!

Bankers are a pimple on the butt of humanity. You see, lawyers just lie, but Bankers lie and steal your money. Bankers steal your money every chance they get. They have a fee for this and a fee for that, and a fee for assessing fees it seems. They set up all the rules to be in their favor, then they lie and tell you that they are concerned about you. They say: "We exist for you, so that you can put your money in a safe place." Hogwash, we have banks so that Bankers can use your money to loan other people so they can charge interest and line their pockets with our money. (Have you ever noticed that the interest on your savings account is miniscule compared to what Bankers are charging on loans? Have you noticed that your bank has not gone down on any of the fees they charge you, yet everything has become automated, which Bankers sell to us as a way to keep costs down.) You'll pardon me Mr. Banker; if I don't listen to the sweet nothings you wisper in my ear while you rummage through my wallet. You don't fool me Mr. Banker. I know that you are lighting your fat Cuban cigars with the $6.00 fee you assessed me for stepping across your "hallowed" threshold one too many times last month. You know, there are men sitting in jail for doing what Bankers do everyday. I hope they all come to know the Lord Jesus Christ as their savior and lord, and like Zachaeus make ammends for their theivery. But as of right now, all Bankers do for me is make me groan for the second coming of the Christ, so that I might be rid of them forever.

P. S. Did you hear the one about the 1,000 Bankers at the bottom of the ocean?
Yeah, I thought it was a good start too!