The Pope goes on a visit to the primeval wilderness, and is traveling along in his coach by the side of a large river. Soon, he catches sight of a Cro-Magnon man in the river, struggling and screaming, as he tries vainly to fight off a huge crocodile.
The Pope feels terrible as he realizes there is nothing he can do. Then, suddenly, two homo sapiens males leap into the water, drag the Cro-Magnon and the croc to land, and beat the crocodile to death with sticks.
The Pope is really impressed by this. He goes over to where the two men are standing next to the bleeding and unconscious Cro-Magnon, and says, “Congratulations; that was the most wonderful thing you two men did! I know it is men like you who will rebuild this wilderness as an example of caveman harmony.”
Then the Pope goes on his way.
After he’s left, one of the homo sapiens turns to the other and says, “Who was that?”
The other replies, “That was the Pope; he’s in direct communication with God and thus knows everything.”
At this, the first homo sapiens replies with skepticism, muttering, “Well... maybe – but he didn’t seem to know much about crocodile fishing.”
Your joke is rascist because I heard it 40 plus years ago and it was about LBJ, a black man, and alligators in Florida:-)