A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, “So why the long face?” Here’s another one. A National Security Advisor walks into The Washington Institute for Near East Policy and says:

in order to set the stage for my remarks, I’d just like to tell you a story that I think is true, and it happened recently in southern Afghanistan. A member of the Taliban was separated from his fighting party, and wandered around in the desert or a few days lost, out of food, no water. And he looked on the horizon and he saw what looked like a little shack, and he walked towards that shack, and as he got to it, it turned out that it was a shack, a store, a little store owned by a Jewish merchant.

And the Taliban warrior went up to him and said, “I need water. Give me some water.” And the merchant said to him, “I’m sorry, I don’t have any water, but would you like to buy a tie? We have a nice sale of ties today.” Whereupon the Taliban erupts into a stream of language that I can’t repeat about Israel, about Jewish people, about the man himself, about his family. He was just saying “I need water, you try to sell me ties. You people don’t get it.”

And impassively the Jewish merchant stood there until this Taliban was through with his diatribe, and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have water for you. And I forgive you for all the insults that you have levied against me, my family, my country, but I will help you out. If you go over that hill and walk about two miles, there’s a restaurant there, and they’ll have all the water you need.” And the Taliban, instead of saying thanks, still muttering under his breath, disappears over the hill, only to come back about an hour later.

And walking up to the merchant says, “Your brother tells me I need a tie to get into the restaurant.”

We agree with those who find the joke about an Israeli and an Afghani Taliban fighter very peculiar, possibly revealing, and not very funny. Speaking of ties, maybe retired 4-star General Jones could try this next: a man walks into a bar and the bartender says, “I’m sorry, I can’t serve you here unless you are wearing a tie.” The man says, “Okay, I’ll be right back,” and goes to his car to find anything he can use for a tie. All he finds is a set of jumper cables, so he ties them around his neck, goes back in and asks, “How’s this?” The bartender replies, “Well, okay, but don’t start anything.” Not so funny, but less peculiar.

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