The Confession
 

An elderly Italian man who lived in rural Italy, went to the local church for confession. When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said:



"Father.. During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So, I hid her in my attic."



The priest replied:



"That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that."



"There is more to tell, Father. She started to repay me with sexual favours. This happened several times a week and sometimes twice on Sundays."



The priest said, "That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger, but two people under those circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven."



"Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind. But I do have one more question."



"And what is that?" asked the priest.



"Should I tell her the war is over?

Ouch.

Not funny to those who lost Family !

I think this one crosses the line, actually more than one line. . .

There are some things that should not be the stuff of jokes.

Boomer

Our skins get progressively thinner and thinner.

Back in the day, just out of high school, I worked taconite plant construction on Minnesota's Mesabi Iron Range. Tough work but the pay was good and for a young buck just getting out into the real world it was great. As you can imagine the humor among the workers was as rough and ready as the workers themselves. Jokes that made the rounds then would never be told today (at least in some places). Much of the work force were "Bohunks"; Serbians, Slovenians, Croatians. Lots of Italians there too, only we never called them that. I was a Bohunk. A standard joke was "how do you tell the (Italians) from the Bohunks?" "Simple. The (Italians) were the guys in suits looking down into the pit. The Bohunks were the guys with shovels at the BOTTOM of the pit."

It was funny, and regardless of ethnicity we all laughed at it. No one felt put down, racially slammed, etc. The Professionally Offended didn't exist back then. Today? Odds are that the thinner-skinned folks would be offended, or at least think they should be offended, at the joke.

I don't necessarily think that represents progress.

I laughed.

I did too only because it reminded me of the one involving the Staten Island Ferry!:jester:

Nope. Not thin skinned. Also, not surprised that I was immediately categorized. I knew what the reaction would be when I wrote that post this morning.

Here’s the thing — the example given by the first one to take umbrage with me — and quoted here above — is not the same thing…….

Ethnic jokes have been a part of our American Melting Pot forever and those kinds of jokes can let us laugh at ourselves — and laugh with others…..

For instance:

All those “how many (whoever) to change a lightbulb” jokes are funny to me. Those can be ethnic jokes. They can also be religious denomination jokes or regional jokes or job jokes. All in fun.

Anyway, I am not thin skinned. But Holocaust jokes cross the line where I am concerned. And I feel the same way about Helen Keller jokes. (There is no lightness, no snappy comebacks, to such jokes.)

Hope that’s not too nuanced to be understood.

Boomer

I laughed when I first read it and after thinking about it, not at all something to make jokes about. Hope mods take it down.

Trust me. The "nuance" is impossible to miss.

Thanks for the funny stuff! Never heard that joke before.

Having been to Confession many times, I can relate

Why would you post that here?

It’s a joke…a bad joke…but a joke nonetheless. It’s not the world’s job to tiptoe around your triggers. We all lost someone.