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Joke of the Day:
A man was driving through Wyoming one spring evening. The road
was deserted and he had not seen a soul for what seemed like hours.
Suddenly his car started to cough and splutter and the engine slowly
died away, leaving him sitting by the road in total silence.
He popped the hood and looked to see if there was anything that he
could do to get it going again. Unfortunately, he had a limited knowledge
of cars, so all he could do was look at the engine, feeling despondent.
As he peered by the gradually fading light of his flashlight, he cursed
that he had not put in new batteries, like he had promised himself.
Suddenly, through the inky shadows, came a deep voice, "It's your
fuel pump." The man jumped up quickly striking his head on the
underside of the hood. "Who said that?" he demanded.
There were two horses standing in the field alongside and the man
was amazed when the nearest of the two horses repeated,
"It's your fuel pump, tap it with your flashlight, and try it again."
Confused, the man tapped the fuel pump with his flashlight, turned
the key and sure enough, the engine roared into life. He muttered a
short thanks to the horse and screeched away.
When he reached the next town, he ran into the local bar.
"Large whiskey, please!" he said.
A rancher sitting at the bar looked at the man's ashen face and asked,
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"It's unbelievable," the man said and recalled the whole tale to the rancher.
The rancher took a sip of his beer and looked thoughtful. "A horse, you say?
Was it by any chance a white horse?" The man replied to the affirmative.
"Yes it was! Am I crazy?"
"No, you ain't crazy. In fact, you're lucky," said the rancher "...
that black horse don't know diddly about cars"..
Quote of the Day:was deserted and he had not seen a soul for what seemed like hours.
Suddenly his car started to cough and splutter and the engine slowly
died away, leaving him sitting by the road in total silence.
He popped the hood and looked to see if there was anything that he
could do to get it going again. Unfortunately, he had a limited knowledge
of cars, so all he could do was look at the engine, feeling despondent.
As he peered by the gradually fading light of his flashlight, he cursed
that he had not put in new batteries, like he had promised himself.
Suddenly, through the inky shadows, came a deep voice, "It's your
fuel pump." The man jumped up quickly striking his head on the
underside of the hood. "Who said that?" he demanded.
There were two horses standing in the field alongside and the man
was amazed when the nearest of the two horses repeated,
"It's your fuel pump, tap it with your flashlight, and try it again."
Confused, the man tapped the fuel pump with his flashlight, turned
the key and sure enough, the engine roared into life. He muttered a
short thanks to the horse and screeched away.
When he reached the next town, he ran into the local bar.
"Large whiskey, please!" he said.
A rancher sitting at the bar looked at the man's ashen face and asked,
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"It's unbelievable," the man said and recalled the whole tale to the rancher.
The rancher took a sip of his beer and looked thoughtful. "A horse, you say?
Was it by any chance a white horse?" The man replied to the affirmative.
"Yes it was! Am I crazy?"
"No, you ain't crazy. In fact, you're lucky," said the rancher "...
that black horse don't know diddly about cars"..
"Conservatives sometimes feel exhausted from trying to fight back on a million fronts. A leftist might say: "Yes, that's the plan." But the left too is damaged. They look hollowed out and incoherent. Their victories, removed of meaning, are only the triumphs of small aggressions." - Peggy Noonan
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