[woodsman]

Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger
lounge in Calgary , Alberta , while awaiting their respective flights.
One is a native Indian from the Sarcee Reserve; another is a cowboy on
his way to Lethbridge for a livestock auction. The third passenger
is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at the University of
Calgary
from the Middle East .
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two
Albertans 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.
To break the silence, the Indian clears his throat and softly
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 Alberta cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth
and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a smooth drawl,
"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet . . . but I
do believe it's a-comin'.."

[nminus1]

Yeah I believe its a comin too....

[bocephus450x]

It's not even breathing hard yet

[paul turner]

Obama's got to see God first. Did I just say that ?