David Marcil was cruising on the Ship of Fools, and it made landfall at the Land of Idiots...
"I do so by asking them the right questions," replied the Queen. "Allow me to demonstrate." She picked up the telephone and called Tony Blair. "Mr. Prime Minister, please answer this question: Your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or sister. Who is it?"
Tony Blair promptly responded, "I am that child, Your Majesty."
"You are correct. Thank you and good-bye, sir." The Queen hung up the phone and turned to the King of Idiotland. "Did you get that, Your Majesty?"
"Yes, ma'am. Thanks a lot. I'll definitely be using that!"
Upon returning to Stupidburg, the King decided to put his advisors to the test. He summoned his own prime minister, and posed the question to him. "My good minister, I wonder if you can answer a question for me."
"Why, of course, sir. What's on your mind?"
"Well, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"
The Prime Minister hemmed and hawed for a while, and then responded, "I'm sorry, Sire, but can I think about it and get back to you?"
The King agreed, and the Prime Minister rushed back to his office. He called all the king's other advisors, but none of them had an answer for him. Finally, in desparation, he asked his butler, who he had brought in from England.
His butler promptly replied, "Unless I mistake your question, sir, I am that child."
Ecstatic, the Prime Minister dashed back to the King. "I know the answer, sir! I know who it is! It's my butler!"
The King of Idiotland looked at his Prime Minister with complete contempt and replied, "Wrong, you moron, it's Tony Blair!"