The Arrogance of Authority
A DEA officer stopped at a ranch in Texas, and talked with an old rancher.
He told the rancher, “I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.”
The rancher said, “Okay , but don’t go in that field over there…..”, as he pointed out the location.
The DEA officer verbally exploded saying, ” Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me !”
Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removed his badge and proudly displayed it to the rancher.
“See this badge?! This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish…. On any land !!
No questions asked or answers given!! Have I made myself clear……do you understand ?!!”
The rancher nodded politely, apologized, and went about his chores.
A short time later, the old rancher heard loud screams, looked up, and saw the DEA officer running for his life, being chased by the rancher’s big Santa Gertrudis bull……
With every step the bull was gaining ground on the officer, and it seemed likely that he’d sure enough get gored before he reached safety. The officer was clearly terrified.
The rancher threw down his tools, ran to the fence and yelled at the top of his lungs…..
“Your badge, show him your BADGE…….. ! !”
Thank You John for the joke.
A man from the city is out plowing his field and gets his tractor stuck in the wet ground. A farmer driving by stops his truck and walks to the fence to call over the city feller. You need a mule to plow such wet ground he says.
“Where can I buy one?” he is asked. Well, I just happened to have one for 100 dollars he says. “I’ll take him,” says the other man as he counts out the money. I can’t bring him over today. I don’t work on Sunday morrow OK? “Sure.”
The next day the truck pulls up and the old farmer gets out. He says, “sorry, bad news.” I went out after breakfeast and the mule was dead. The city feller says just give me my money back then. “Can’t, spent it already!”
“Well… unload the mule then.” “What ya gonna do with him?” “Raffle him off!” “Naw, ya cant raffle off a dead mule!” “Just watch me!
City fellers know a few tricks.” One month goes by and the city feller and farmer run into each other at the barber shop.
“What did ya do with that dead mule?” “Raffled him off, sold 100 tickets at two dollars each and made 98 dollars profit.” “Didn’t anyone complain?” “Just one guy so I gave him his two dollars back!”