Somewhere in Lebanon a woman was walking along an isolated beach when she stumbled upon a bottle. She picked it up and rubbed it “lo-and-behold!” a Genie instantly appeared. The amazed woman, beside herself with joy, asked the billowing spirit if she could get those three proverbial wishes. The Genie looked at her, a sly twinkle in his eye, and said: “Nope! Sorry! Three-wish genies’ are the stuff of fairy tales, that’s pure myth. I’m a ‘One-wish’ Genie! Look here, what’ll it be, lady stop wasting time?”
The woman didn’t hesitate. She said, “I want peace in the Middle East. See this map, Genie? I want these countries to stop fighting with each other and I want all the Arabs to love Jews and Americans and vice-versa. I want the Iranians to live in harmony. I want the Kurds to have a homeland, just like the Palestinians deserve one, a state of their own. I want the inequality between rich and poor to stop over there. It will bring about world peace and harmony. But I want it to start right there, in the Middle East.”
The Genie looked at the map very intently and exclaimed, “Lady, be reasonable! These countries, I mean, well these people have been at war for thousands of years. I’m out of shape, you know, I mean after being in that bottle for five hundred years. I’m damn good, lady, but not THAT good! What has gotten into you? It can’t be done. Make another wish and please be reasonable.”
The woman thought for a minute and said, “Well, okay, if you insist; I’ve never been able to find the right man. You know, finding Mr. Right, an ideal man that’s considerate and fun, a man who likes to cook, who helps his in-laws, helps with the house chores, and doesn’t just do the yard work, who’s generous with his money; a man who’s great in bed and gets along with all my friends, doesn’t watch sports all the time on T.V. and is true blue and faithful. That’s what I wish for…a good man.”
The Genie let out a long sigh, shook his head and said,
“Let me see that freakin’ map again.”
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