Barack Hussein Obama was travelling in China. In a remote village, he came upon an elderly Chinaman skipping stones across a lake. At each bounce of the stone off the water, the mountains surrounding the lake echoed back, “CHING…CHANG…CHUN…”
Obama was amazed. He asked the Chinaman what was going on.
“Oh”, said the Chinaman, “Magic spirit of the lake echo back the names of your ancient ancestors as your stone skip upon the sacred waters”.
“Wow”, said Barack, “Can I try it?”.
“Certainly”, replied the Chinaman.
Obama picked up the biggest stone he could find, and gave it a mighty heave across the waters… and as it skipped across the waters, the mountains echoed back “CHIM…PAN…ZEE….”
