A shepherd was tending his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a
>>brand-new Jeep Cherokee appeared out of a dust cloud, advanced toward
>him
>>and stopped. The driver, a 20-something fella wearing a Brioni suit,
>Gucci
>>shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses, and a YSL tie, leaned out of the window and
>>asked the shepherd, "If I can tell you exactly how many sheep you have
>in
>>your flock, will you give me one?"
>>
>>The shepherd looked at the young guy, then at his peacefully grazing
>flock,
>>and calmly answered, "sure."
>>
>>The young man parked his car, whipped out his notebook computer,
>connected
>>it to a cell phone, surfed to a NASA page on the Internet where he
>called
>>up a GPS satellite navigation system, scanned the
>>area, then opened up a database and some Excel spreadsheets with complex
>>formula. He finally printed out a 15-page report on his hi-tech
>>miniaturized printer, turned around to our shepherd and said, "You have
>>here exactly 1,586 sheep!"
>>
>>"Amazing! That's correct! Like I agreed, you can have one of my sheep,"
>>said the shepherd. The shepherd watched the man make a selection and
>bundle
>>it into his Cherokee. When he was finished the sheepherder said, "If I
>can
>>tell you exactly what your political persuasion is and who you work for,
>>will you give me back my sheep?"
>>
>>"Okay, why not," answered the young man.
>>
>>"You're a Democrat and you're working for Jesse Jackson," said the
>>shepherd.
>>
>>"Wow! That's correct," said the young man. "How did you ever guess
>>that?"
>>
>>"Easy," answered the shepherd. "Nobody called you, but you showed up
>here
>>anyway. You want to be paid for providing a solution to a question
>>I already knew the answer to. And you clearly don't know squat about
>what
>>you're doing. Now . . . can I have my dog back?"
>>