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Dragnet, a very perspicacious gentleman who lives a bit southwest,
sent this one...

Bring it on!

Three strangers strike up a conversation in a Montana airport lounge
at Bozeman Yellowstone International Airport, awaiting their flights.

One is a Native American, passing through from Lame Deer. Another
is a cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show. And the third
is a fundamentalist Arab student from the Middle East, newly arrived
at Montana State University.

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. After a short time, 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 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'."

[Obama said that anyone who forwards this is racist.]
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