This is why I'm so paranoid
A co-worker sent me this e-mail. This is not really a joke to the person who e-mailed it to me. Early in the day he went off on a rant about how all of this has to happen because Nostrodomus predicted it 500 years ago.
Cowboys & Indians
> > > Three strangers were at a small airport in Montana,
> > > waiting for their flight. One was a Native American passing through from
> > > Lame Deer and the others were a cowboy on his way to a stock show in
> > > Billings, and a fundamentalist Arab student, new to the University from
> > > the Middle East.
> > > To pass the time, they discussed recent events and their diverse
> > > cultures. Soon, the Westerners perceived that the Arab was a devout,
> > > radical Muslim and the conversation fell into an uneasy lull.
> > > The cowboy leaned back in his chair, crossed his boots on a magazine
> > > table, and tipped his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face.
> > > The wind outside blew tumbleweeds across the runway and the old
> > > windsock flapped gently in the breeze. The hands on the clock slowly
> > > followed their course.
> > > Finally, the Native American cleared his throat and reflected
> > > "Once, my people were many, now we are few."
> > > The radical Muslim raised an eyebrow, leaned forward and sneered,
> > > "Once my people were few...but now we are many. Why do you
> > > suppose that is?"
> > > The Montana Cowboy shifted his toothpick to one side of
> > > his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson said in a drawl,
> > > "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet!"
Cowboys & Indians
> > > Three strangers were at a small airport in Montana,
> > > waiting for their flight. One was a Native American passing through from
> > > Lame Deer and the others were a cowboy on his way to a stock show in
> > > Billings, and a fundamentalist Arab student, new to the University from
> > > the Middle East.
> > > To pass the time, they discussed recent events and their diverse
> > > cultures. Soon, the Westerners perceived that the Arab was a devout,
> > > radical Muslim and the conversation fell into an uneasy lull.
> > > The cowboy leaned back in his chair, crossed his boots on a magazine
> > > table, and tipped his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face.
> > > The wind outside blew tumbleweeds across the runway and the old
> > > windsock flapped gently in the breeze. The hands on the clock slowly
> > > followed their course.
> > > Finally, the Native American cleared his throat and reflected
> > > "Once, my people were many, now we are few."
> > > The radical Muslim raised an eyebrow, leaned forward and sneered,
> > > "Once my people were few...but now we are many. Why do you
> > > suppose that is?"
> > > The Montana Cowboy shifted his toothpick to one side of
> > > his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson said in a drawl,
> > > "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet!"