One day a Jewish man, a Hindu man, and a lawyer all arrived at their hotel to find that there had been a mix-up with the bookings, and that there was only one room left for them to share. The manager explained that this room only had two beds, but that there was a barn at a neighboring farm which the farmer, an old friend of his, would let one of them sleep in free of charge. They complained a bit, but since there was nowhere else to go, the Jewish man graciously said he’d sleep in the barn. The Hindu man and the lawyer were just settling down to sleep in their room, when there was a knock on the door. It was the Jewish man. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but there’s a pig in that barn and because I’m Jewish I feel uncomfortable about sharing the barn with it.” “No problem,” said the Hindu man. “I’ll sleep out there instead.” So off he went to the barn, leaving the lawyer and the Jewish man to share the room. They were just settling down to sleep, when there was a knock on the door. It was the Hindu man “I’m sorry,” he said, “but there’s a cow in that barn and because I’m a Hindu I feel uncomfortable about sharing the barn with it.” The lawyer grudgingly agreed to give up his bed and stomped off to the barn, leaving the Jewish man and the Hindu man to share the room. They were just settling down to sleep, when there was a knock on the door. It was the cow and the pig.
What happens when we’re dead? The irony is that all our questions will be answered after we die. We spend our whole life trying to figure out the truth and the only way we’ll find out what it is, is to get hit by a bus. And the only comfort that religion offers is that God is driving that bus.
All racists who are prepared to die for their contry, please do that now.
