>Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge
> in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
>
>One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a
>Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third
>passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana
>State University from the Middle East.
>
>Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two
>Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the
>conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
>
>The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine
>table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind
>outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping;
>but still no plane comes.
>
>Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At
>one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
>
>The Muslim student 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 Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and
>from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl,
>
>"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe
>it's a-comin'."
>

Damn, that was in pretty poor taste.
My favorites, sure hope you got a couple more of them :-)




Randy
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