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<font face="Arial"><font size="4"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Catholic
Horses. . .<br>
<br>
One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all
but losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out
onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses
lining up for the 4th race.<br>
<br>
Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - Won the race
before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch
watched with interest the old priest step onto the track. Sure
enough, as the 5th race horses came to the starting gate the
priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small
bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long
shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race. Mitch
collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which
horse the priest would bless for the 6th race. <br>
<br>
The priest again blessed a horse. Mitch bet big on it, and it
won. Mitch was elated.. As the races continued the priest kept
blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in
first.<br>
By and by, Mitch was pulling in some serious money. By the
last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true.
He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and
awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse
to bet on.<br>
<br>
True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the
last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the
longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest
blessing the<br>
eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a
winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag. He then
watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last. Mitch,
in a state of shock, made his way down to the track area where
the priest was.<br>
<br>
Confronting the old priest he demanded, 'Father! What
happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won.
Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a
Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to you I've lost every cent of my
savings -- all of it!'.<br>
<br>
<b>The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy.</b> <b>'Son,'
he said, 'that's the problem with you</b> <b>Protestants,
you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and
the</b> <b>last rites.'</b></span></font></font>
<pre class="moz-signature" cols="72">--
"Gun control is like trying to reduce drunk driving by making it
tougher for sober people to own cars." - Unknown
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