OMG! Joni Ernst and her reply to Obama's state of the union speech TOO FUNNY!

And then there was her tale of how poor her family was....letting us know that Republicans can actually identify with poor people.  Her "breadbags over our shoes" story reminded me of the classic Monty Python "We Were So Poor that..."   It's one of my favorites..  Following is the script -- and you can See it performed at:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAdlkunflRs

Monty Python's

We Were So Poor Script

Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort.  "Farewell  to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.     Michael Palin:  Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.  Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,                  ay Gessiah?  Terry Gilliam:  You're right there Obediah.  Eric Idle:      Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin'                  here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?  MP: Aye.  In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup      o' tea.  GC: A cup ' COLD tea.  EI: Without milk or sugar.  TG: OR tea!  MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.  EI: We never used to have a cup.  We used to have to drink out of a      rolled up newspaper.  GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.  TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.  MP: Aye.  BECAUSE we were poor.  My old Dad used to say to me, "Money      doesn't buy you happiness."  EI: 'E was right.  I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'.  We used to      live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.  GC: House?  You were lucky to have a HOUSE!  We used to live in one      room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture.  Half the      floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for      fear of FALLING!  TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM!  *We* used to have to live in a      corridor!  MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor!  Woulda' been a      palace to us.  We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish      tip.  We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting      fish dumped all over us!  House!?  Hmph.  EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered      by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.  GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and      live in a lake!  TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE!  There were a hundred and sixty      of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.  MP: Cardboard box?  TG: Aye.  MP: You were lucky.  We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in      a septic tank.  We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the      morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down      mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out.  When we got home,      out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!  GC: Luxury.  We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in      the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to      work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad      would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we      were LUCKY!  TG: Paradise. We had it tough.  We used to have to get up out of the shoebox      at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.      We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four      hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we      got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.  EI: Right.  I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,      half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump      of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill      owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,      our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves      singing "Hallelujah."  MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't      believe ya'.  ALL: Nope, nope..