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A Political Joke

Here's a joke that was forwarded to me by a friend. It probably holds true for any level of government, but is almost too painfully appropriate for Erie County in Western New York. Our county government has almost given up trying to fix the problems they've caused-they won't make cuts, and can only raise taxes so high...(and the city of Buffalo is getting destroyed along with the rest of the county)

Anyways, here's the joke.

An Indian walks into a coffee shop with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with the other. He says to the waitress, "Me want coffee."

The waitress says, "Sure chief, coming right up." She gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee.

The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of animal to splatter every where, then just walks out.

The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand pulling another male buffalo with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waitress, "Me want coffee."

The waitress says, "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?"

(hang on, this is really good......)

The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Me training for Erie County Legislature position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day".

I don't know why it was an Indian... I probably shouldn't over-analyze these things so much.