This is a JOKE<p>Three strangers strike up a conversation in the passenger lounge in
> > Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
> >
> > One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another was
> > a cowboy on his way to Billings, Montana for a stock show. 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. The
> > conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
> >
> > The cowboy 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.
> >
> > Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly, he
> > speaks: "Once, my people were many... 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".
> Charlie Bull :twisted:
