I heard this joke once, I’m not sure where, and I can’t find it through Google to link to it. So I’ll tell it:
An Englishman, a Frenchman, and an American are on a hiking expedition in some far-off part of the world when they are captured by a tribe of cannibals. The cannibals are going to cook them for dinner, but being humane cannibals, they tell the three men that they will each be granted a last request.
The Englishman asks for a pint of beer. They give him a pint of beer and he drinks it down.
The Frenchman asks for a glass of wine. They give him a glass of wine and he drinks it down.
The American says, “I want you to have the strongest man in your tribe hit me as hard as he can.”
So a huge cannibal comes forward and takes a huge swing at the American, knocking him to the ground.
The American gets up and says, “Again. And harder this time.”
So the big cannibal hits him again.
The American gets up and says, “One more time, and don’t hold anything back.”
The big cannibal really lets him have it this time, sending the American tumbling to the ground.
The American gets up, pulls a machine gun out of his backpack, and shoots all the cannibals dead.
The Englishman and the Frenchman are amazed. “If you had a machine gun in your backpack, why didn’t you use it before? Why let them capture us? And why let that big one hit you?”
The American shrugged. “Well, until he hit me the third time, I wasn’t mad enough yet.”
Why am I telling this joke? Because this post by Stephen Den Beste reminded me of it.
By the way, if you’re not reading Den Beste’s blog regularly, you should be.
(Note: This entry was originally published on my now-defunct political blog, Attilathepundit.com.)