Here’s an old joke:
A Protestant pastor is attending a conference in Ireland when he decides to use some free time to drive through the countryside. It’s a lovely day and he’s enjoying the beautiful scenery and accidentally drifts over the center line and strikes an oncoming car.
The pastor is shaken but okay, and is surprised to see that the driver getting out of the other car is a Catholic priest. The priest says, “Faith and begorrah, are you all right, Reverend?” (What’s a joke without a little stereotyping?)
“Why, thank the Lord, yes I am,” said the pastor. “Are you all right, Father?”
“Yes, quite,” said the priest, “but looking into your eyes it seems you are still a bit shaken.”
“I suppose I am,” admitted the pastor.
“I have just the thing,” said the priest, returning to his car and bringing a flask out of his glove compartment. He gives it to the pastor who sips it appreciatively.
“I’m so sorry,” says the pastor. “I was enjoying your lovely countryside and I must not have been paying attention. I’m so glad you’re not hurt.”
“It’s quite all right,” said the priest. “It is a lovely view, and I often find my own mind wandering when I drive past here. The cars can both be repaired, the important thing is we’re both unhurt.”
“Well said, Father,” said the pastor, taking another sip from the flask. “Isn’t it amazing, here we are two members of different religions, sitting here on the side of the road after an accident, peacefully considering each other’s health instead of fighting. In fact,” he said, “here’s to your health!” taking another sip and passing the flask back to the priest. “Won’t you join me?”
“Oh, no thank you, Reverend,” the priest said. “I think I’ll wait until after the police arrive.”
George Bush says to trust him regarding Harriet Miers. Ehhh, maybe. But trust Harry Reid?
An oldie, but a goodie.