* talks with a real cowboy...

[BikeWriter]

President * was on a plane to Texas, before he became president, and finds himself seated next to an older, weathered man in a western snap shirt, faded jeans and a cowboy hat.
Thinking herself above the old cowboy, he decides to make sport of him. "You know," he says, "I've heard these flights go much more quickly if you strike up a conversation with a fellow passenger. So, let's talk."
The cowboy looks at him wryly and says, "Well I s'pose that'd be all right. What'd ya like to discuss?"
"Oh, I don't know," says * with a hint of sarcasm, "How about Iraq?"
"Hmm," says the cowboy, sensing *'s attempt to belittle him, "That could be an interesting topic. But, let me ask you a question first -- horses, cows, and deer all eat mostly the same stuff--grass and leaves. Yet, a deer passes little pellets, a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse makes muffins of dried poop. Why do you suppose that is?"
Dumbfounded, President *'s replies, "I haven't the slightest idea."
"So tell me then," says the cowboy with a smile, "How is it that you feel qualified to discuss Iraq when you don't know shit?"