Shepard and the Jeeper

A shepherd was tending his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new
Jeep Cherokee appeared out of a dust cloud, advanced toward him and stopped. The
driver, a 20-something fella wearing a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban
sunglasses, and a YSL tie, leaned out of the window and asked the shepherd, "If
I can tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock, will you give me
one?"

The shepherd looked at the young guy, then at his peacefully grazing flock, and
calmly answered, "sure."

The young man parked his car, whipped out his notebook computer, connected it to
a cell phone, surfed to a NASA page on the Internet where he called up a GPS
satellite navigation system, scanned the area, then opened up a database and
some Excel spreadsheets with complex formula. He finally printed out a 15-page
report on his hi-tech miniaturized printer, turned around to our shepherd and
said, "You have here exactly 1,586 sheep!"

"Amazing! That's correct! Like I agreed, you can have one of my sheep," said
the shepherd.

The shepherd watched the man make a selection and bundle it into his Cherokee.
When he was finished the sheepherder said, "If I can tell you exactly
what your political persuasion is and who you work for, will you give me back my
sheep?"

"Okay, why not," answered the young man.

"You're a Democrat and you're working for Jesse Jackson," said the shepherd.

"Wow! That's correct," said the young man. "How did you ever guess that?"

"Easy," answered the shepherd. "Nobody called you, but you showed up here
anyway. You want to be paid for providing a solution to a question I already
knew the answer to. And you clearly don't know squat about what you're doing.
Now . . . can I have my dog back?"