[Texbob]

Mid east solution:
At a small terminal in the Texas Panhandle, three strangers
are awaiting their shuttle flight. One is a native American
passing through from Oklahoma. Another, a local ranch hand
on his way to Ft. Worth for a stock show. The third passenger is an Arab student, newly arrived at the Texas
oil patch from the middle east.

To pass sthe time they strike up a conversation on recent
events and the drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon
the westerners learn that the Arab is a devout Muslim. the
converstion falls into an uneasy lull.

The cowpoke leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on
a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat foreward
over his face. The wind outside blows tumbleweeds and the old windsock flaps, but no plane comes.

Finally the Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks: "Once my people were many, now we are few." The Muslime raises an eyebrow and leans foreward, "Once my people were few", he snears and now we are many. " Why do you suppose that is?" The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says, "Thats cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims Yet."

[Principled]

LOL Tex!

The situations are not parallel, however.

The American Indians weren't after destroying our way of life, we were destroying theirs. That being said, it should be all the more apparent that we will not have anyone ending our way of life - without a fight.