Whose duck is it, anyways?

Now THAT's funny > A farmer teaches a banker about 'money'

An elitist banker, visiting the countryside with his lawyer friend, brought along his shotgun so he could turn his outing into a hunting trip. The money driven, well-dressed banker, from the city of Global thieves, takes aim and shoots a duck … but the fowl drops into a neighboring farmer’s field. The farmer sees the duck and claims it.

I’ll give you $50 for the duck, says the banker …

The farmer shrugs his shoulders.

How about $100 dollars?

The farmer simply yawned …

Well, is $250 for the duck enough?

The farmer just shuffled the dirt with his foot.

Well, I know that every man and everything has a price, so since I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you $1000 for that duck.

Now the farmer may not have been city educated, but he knew that elitist bankers were foreclosing on his neighbor’s farms and repossessing their farm equipment as soon as they missed a single payment.

Something else the greedy global banker didn’t know. The farmer was a militiaman and had been listening to Mike and Al of the FreeManRadio.com roundtable as they discussed ‘Money’ - their first all encompassing topic - every weeknite from 6-7PM CST on FreemanRadio.com … and he was listening for the last two weeks as the issue of money was explored. He even got one of his neighbors to download the archives of the programs so that he could invite his neighbors over and they could all listen together.

So the farmer finally spoke up, saying to the global elitist banker …

You and I both know that your MONEY is worthless! I work the land for my family and our survival and you offer me your useless paper in hopes of making me a debtor and stealing my wealth.

Since we both want the duck, I suggest we settle this dispute with a long held farming tradition in our region called ‘hick-kick’.

Here’s how it works …

“I kick you as hard as I can in the crotch, then you do the same to me,” he explains.

“Whoever screams the least gets the bird.”

The control fixated banker sees an easy win and it won’t even cost him a single dollar … so, thinking he’s going to pull one over on the farmer, he agrees.

The Patriot farmer/militiaman winds up like a whirling dervish and delivers a crushing drop kick blow to the bankerman’s privates …

The banker immediately collapses to the ground, writhing in pain and trying not to scream too loudly so he can beat the farmer and take his duck.

Twenty minutes later, when he finally manages to stumble to his feet, barely able to stand, he gasps, “My turn.”

“Nah, says the farmer, as he smiles, turns and walks away …

“You can Keep the duck.”