A huge jet plane crashed into a farm right in the middle of rural Kentucky and it was feared to have been Air Force One. The local sheriffs were panicking and arrived in force at the farm.
The aircraft was fully destroyed when they arrived. The sheriff and his team went through the mess and saw a farmer who was ploughing his field a bit away and hurried over to him. “Hank,” the sheriff yelled, panting and out of breath.
“Did you see this terrible accident happen?”
“Yep. Sure did,” the farmer mumbled unconcerned, cutting off the tractor’s engine.
Do you realize that is Air Force One, 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.”
“President Obama is dead?” the sheriff asked.
“Well,” the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor, “He kept a-saying he wasn’t, but you know how bad that sumbitch lies.”