*Subject:*
Hillary and the cowboy
Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton, on an airliner
bound for Texas, finds
herself seated next to an
older, weathered man dressed in a western
shirt, cowboy boots, faded jeans,
and a cowboy hat. Thinking herself above
the old cowboy, she decides to
make sport of him.
You know," she says, "I've heard these flights go much
more quickly if you
strike up a conversation with a fellow passenger...
so, let's talk."
The cowboy looks at her wryly and says, "Well I s'pose
that'd be all right,
m'am. What'd ya like to discuss?"
"Oh, I
don't know," says Hillary with a slight hint of sarcasm. "How
about
Iraq?"
"Hmm," says the cowboy,
sensing an attempt to perhaps belittle him, "That
could be an
interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first:
Horses, cows,
and deer all eat the same stuff - grass. Yet a deer passes
little
pellets, a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse makes muffins.
Why do you
suppose that is?"
Dumbfounded, Senator Clinton replies, "I haven't the
slightest idea."
"So tell me then," says the cowboy with a big smile.
"How is it that you
feel qualified to discuss Iraq when you
don't know shit?"
