Mothers, let your babies to grow up to be cowboys

A cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

'Have you ever done anything of particular merit?' St. Peter asked.

'Well, I can think of one thing,' the cowboy offered. 'On a trip to the Black Hills out in South Dakota , I came upon a gang of bikers, who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen.

So, I approached the largest and most tattooed biker and smacked him in the face ... Kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground. I yelled, 'Now, back off or I'll kick the s--- out of all of you!'

St. Peter was impressed, 'When did this happen?'

'Couple of minutes ago.'

What makes that joke so funny is it's probable. What makes so funny those who don't think it's funny is their probability.

The West is so effeminate I could puke. "That's so typical of 'cowboys.' The first thing they do is resort to violence. Look where that got him. And it didn't do the girl any good either. If the cowboy has called 911 he might have had the police come and save the girl. If he'd hidden, he could have tracked down the gang and dealt with them in court, and justice would have been served. And look at what cowboys did to the indigenous peoples of the Americas. Cowboys are all racists. Cowboys are stupid, like Sarah Palin...."

I'm taking a musical break here. Hope you'll join me.