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Air Force One crashed in the middle of rural America. Panic stricken, the
local sheriff mobilized and descended on the area in force. When they got
there, the disaster was obvious. The aircraft was totally destroyed with only
a burned hulk left smoldering in a tree line that bordered a farm. The
sheriff and his men searched the smoking mess but could find no remains of
anyone, including the President.
They spotted a farmer plowing a field not too far away as if nothing at all
happened. They hurried over to the man's tractor.
"Hank," the sheriff yelled, panting and out of breath. "Did you see this
terrible accident happen?"
"Yep. Sure did." the farmer mumbled unconcernedly, cutting off the tractor's
engine.
"Do you realize that is the airplane of the President of the United States?"
"Yep." Says Hank unconcernedly.
"Were there any survivors?" asks the sheriff with a glimmer of hope in his
voice.
"Nope. They's all kilt straight out." the farmer answered. "I done buried them
all myself. Took me most of the morning."
"President Obama is dead?" the sheriff shouted.
"Well," the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor. "He kept sayin' he
wasn't, but you know how bad that sumbitch lies."
local sheriff mobilized and descended on the area in force. When they got
there, the disaster was obvious. The aircraft was totally destroyed with only
a burned hulk left smoldering in a tree line that bordered a farm. The
sheriff and his men searched the smoking mess but could find no remains of
anyone, including the President.
They spotted a farmer plowing a field not too far away as if nothing at all
happened. They hurried over to the man's tractor.
"Hank," the sheriff yelled, panting and out of breath. "Did you see this
terrible accident happen?"
"Yep. Sure did." the farmer mumbled unconcernedly, cutting off the tractor's
engine.
"Do you realize that is the airplane of the President of the United States?"
"Yep." Says Hank unconcernedly.
"Were there any survivors?" asks the sheriff with a glimmer of hope in his
voice.
"Nope. They's all kilt straight out." the farmer answered. "I done buried them
all myself. Took me most of the morning."
"President Obama is dead?" the sheriff shouted.
"Well," the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor. "He kept sayin' he
wasn't, but you know how bad that sumbitch lies."
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