On things lost and not yet found

Let the president look for his weapons of mass destruction.
I seem to have lost my sense of humor.
I had it not long ago.
Honest.
It was still around when:
A baby Harp seal walks into a bar and the bartender sez: "what'll you have?"
and the baby Harp seal sez, "Anything but a Canadian Club."

And then there was a rimshot.

And someone said, "How hot WAS it Johnny?"

And something of a metaphysical sort which looked a bit like Daffy Duck walked in, but changed its mind shook its head and turned around and walked out again.

I need it.

I believe, in every group, there's one person who doesn't get the joke. That person becomes a politician.