An Old Farmer Air Force One crashed in the middle of rural America. Panic stricken, the local sheriff mobilized and descended on the farm in force. When they got there, the aircraft was in bad shape, smoldering in a tree line that bordered a farm. The sheriff and his men entered the smoking mess but could find no remains of anyone, including the President. They spotted a lone farmer plowing a field not too far away as if nothing at all happened. They hurried over to the man's tractor. "Hank," the sheriff yelled, panting and out of breath. "Did you see this terrible accident happen?" "Yep. Sure did." the farmer mumbled unconcernedly, cutting off the tractor's engine. "That is the airplane of the President of the United States, Were there any survivors?" "Nope. They's all kilt straight out," the farmer answered. "I done buried them all myself. Took me most of the morning." "How could you be sure President Obama was dead?" the sheriff asked. "Well sheriff," the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor....
"He kept a-saying he warn't... But you know how that sumbitch lies."
