Subject: Learning Politics
Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with
the other. He says
to the waiter, “Want coffee.” The waiter says, “Sure, Chief, coming right up.”
He gets the Indian
a tall mug of coffee. The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and
blasts the buffalo
with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere, then just
walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand pulling
another male buffalo
with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, “Want
coffee.” The waiter
says, “Whoa, Tonto! We’re still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was
all that about,
anyway?”
The Indian smiles and proudly says, “Training for position in United States
Congress: Come in, drink
coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of
day.”
Aint that the truth!
Conservative Libertarian Outpost 
August 1, 2006 at 08:32
An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was getting time the
boy should give some thought to choosing a profession.
Like many young men, the boy didn’t really know what he wanted to do,
and he didn’t seem too concerned about it.
One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an
experiment. He went into
the boy’s room and placed on his study table 3 objects:
* a Bible,
* a silver dollar, and
* a bottle of whiskey.
“I’ll just hide behind the door,” the old preacher said to himself, “and when
he comes home from
school this afternoon, I’ll see which object he picks up.”
If it’s the Bible, he’s going to be a preacher like me, and what a
blessing that would be!”
If he picks up the dollar, he’s going to be a businessman, and that
would be okay, too.”
“But if he picks up the bottle, he’s going to be a no-good drunkard, and,
Lord, what a shame that
would be.”
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son’s footsteps as he
entered the house whistling and headed for his room. He tossed his books on
the bed, and as he
turned to leave the room, he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity
in his eye, he walked
over to inspect them.
Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the
silver dollar and
dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink.
“Lord have mercy,” the old man whispered, “he’s gonna’ be a Congressman!”
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