“Are you voting for Gobama or John Jamal” muttered the excited fishes swirling around beneath the sea.

“I’d vote for Gobama, but I’m not 18 yet so I can’t vote,” said a tiny fish. All the fishes looked at each other. Then a thought struck every single one of their heads.

“I don’t think… any of us are 18…” muttered a fish. All the fishes stopped dancing.

“Who can live beyond the age of 18?” thundered the king of the village fish. All the fishes looked at each other.

“Um… I don’t think any of us can…” said another fish as he died.

“But… that means all the sharks will be voting… And they’ll vote for John Jamal! We can’t let that happen!”

“Yeah! We must stop them!” All the fishes screeched and zoomed to go find the sharks.

Meanwhile…

Three sharks were playing poker in a cave. They were having fun when they noticed something odd…

“Hey Sharkbutt, did you smell that?” asked Sharkbucks.

“Yeah, smells like a bunch of fishes are headed our way,” replied Sharkbutt.

“How many do you suppose there are?”

“I dunno. Hey are you voting tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m voting for Gobama.”

“Good choice. I think all the sharks are voting for Gobama. He’s the best.”

“I know right?”

“Hey, someone’s knocking at our door.

“Go open it.

Sharkbutt got up from the chair and opened the door. Immediately, 2 million fishes flew into their mouths. The moral of this story? Don’t assume things about people you don’t know.