The Cowboy, the Indian and Radical Islamist

My friend Charles sent this joke to me — and while completely politically incorrect, I thought I’d share it.

Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport lounge awaiting their flights.

One is an American Indian another is a cowboy. The third is a Radical Islamist.

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the third man is a devout, radical Islamist and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.

Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly speaks. “At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few.”

The Radical Islamist 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 says in a drawl, “That’s ’cause we ain’t played Cowboys and Radicals yet.”