At a small terminal in the Texas Panhandle, three strangers are awaiting their shuttle flight.
One is a Native American passing through from Oklahoma. Another, a local ranch hand on his way to Ft. Worth for a stock show. The third passenger is a student of Bin Laden's extremist school of terrorism, newly arrived at the Texas oil patch from the Middle East.©JOKEDEMO.COM
To pass the time they strike up a conversation on recent events, and the discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the Westerners learn that the student is a devout Bin Laden supporter. The conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The cowpoke leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside blows tumbleweeds and the old windsock flaps, but no plane comes.©JOKEDEMO.COM
Finally, the Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks: "Once my people were many, now we are few."©JOKEDEMO.COM
The 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?"©JOKEDEMO.COM
The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and terrorists yet."
