A guy walks into his monthly appointment with his psychiatrist.
Doctor: So how have you been since our last visit?
Hosni: You wouldn’t believe it. All of a sudden, every one is mad at me. Everyone!
Doctor: What do you mean?
Hosni: They want me and my son not to take such good care of them anymore. The ingrates. They’re in the streets, shouting for me to leave! After all I’ve done for them. All of them! The eighty percent of the people who have jobs, the ninety percent of the people I haven’t jailed, beaten or had killed for no reason, even the five percent of the people I haven’t stolen from want me gone! It’s terrible.
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