Yeah, but just listening too the news doesn't help. This one is a poem, but most of my family thinks it's hysterical:

In form and feature, face and limb
I grew so like my brother
That folks got taking me for him
And each for one another!

It puzzled all our kith and kin
It reached a fearful pitch
For one of us was born a twin
Yet not a soul knew which!

One day, to make the matter worse
Before our names were fixed
As we were being washed by nurse
We got completely mixed!

This fatal likeness even dogged
My footsteps when at school.
And I was always getting flogged
For John turned out a fool.

This close resemblance turned the tide
Of my domestic life.
And somehow my intended bride
Became my brother's wife!

In fact, year after year the same
absurd mistakes went on.
And when I died, the neighbors came
And buried brother John!