Well, yeah, you could look at it that way but, then, you could also look at the more than 4 million votes President Bush received in California and say, there is hope for us.
An American Indian, a cowboy, and an Arab strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge awaiting their flights. Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat over his face. The wind outside is blowing, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes.
Finally, the Indian clears his throat and softly speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
The Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "but now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"
The Texas cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in his Texas drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and A-rabs yet. . . but I do believe it's a-comin'."