The year is 2012 and the United States of America has just elected the first woman, as well as the first Jewish President, Susan Vineberg.

So the President-elect calls up her mother;  "So Ma, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?"

"I don't think so. It's a ten hour drive, and your father isn't as young as he used to be, and my gout is acting up again."

"Don't worry Ma, I'll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home.  And a limousine will pick you up at your door."

"I don't know.  Everybody will be so fancy, I don't know what on Earth I  would wear."

 "Oh Ma," replies Susan, "don't worry about it. I'll make sure you have a  wonderful gown by Christian Dior."

"Honey," Mom complains, "you know I can't eat those rich foods you and  your friends like to eat."

The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry Ma!  The entire affair is going  to be handled by the best caterer in New York, kosher all the way.  Ma, I  want you to come."

So Mom agrees and on January 20, 2013, Susan Vineberg is being sworn in as President of the United States of America.  In the front row sits the new President's mother, who leans over to a Senator sitting next to her; "You  see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible, becoming President  of the United States?"

The Senator whispers back,  "Yes, I do."

"Her brother's a doctor!"

—Forwarded by Larry Gorfine, San Diego, California