This joke has been gotten a bit long in the tooth. With the beginning of the
war in Iraq the game has started....
Eric (not wanting to start a political thread) BT7
Heinsberg/Germany
Three strangers at a small terminal in the Texas Panhandle, are awaiting their
shuttle flight. One is a Native American passing through from Oklahoma.
Another, a local ranch-hand on his way to Fort Worth for a stock show. The
third passenger is a young fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at the
Texas oil patch from the Middle East. To pass the time they soon strike up a
conversation on recent events, and quickly the discussion drifts to their
diverse cultures. Soon the Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout radical
Muslim deeply committed to "jihad". The conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowpoke leans back in his chair, crosses his well-worn boots on a magazine
table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside
blows tumbleweeds and the old airport windsock flaps, but no plane comes.
Finally, The Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks: "Once, my
people were many, now we are few". The Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans
forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many!! Why do
you suppose that is?" The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth
....and from the darkness beneath his old Stetson says, "Well there, young
fella, that alls 'cause we ain't played no Cowboys and Muslims yet!"
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