A Texas Philosophy

[revwardoc]

Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge
in Midland, Texas, awaiting their flights.

One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer.
Another is a Cowboy on his way to Houston for a livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Texas State University from the Middle East .

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two esterners 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 he 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 West Texas 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'."

[Boats]

I like that - need a few more like that to get the world humming a bit. Mean and nasty they just don't know how bad it can be for them. Keep pushing and them ragheads will have something to remember to generations yet to come - if any exist.

[Robert Ryan]

Wish that could come true. But only the muslims that mean us harm.

[Jerry D]

I like this one also and the Iranians are asking for a little game of Cowboys and Persians !