I can see a deeper meaning in that joke. Using a Taliban as the foil makes little sense, because properly he should be a Palestinian.
A Palestinian beggar goes into a Jewish store, finds the storekeeper, and demands that the storekeeper give him the store. The reason he gives is that he says his great grandfather once owned the store, and once a store is a Muslim store, it is a Muslim store forever.
“I will not give you my store,” says the Jewish storekeeper, “because my grandfather bought it from your great grandfather. Your great grandfather then rounded up a Muslim mob, and demanded the store back, but he kicked them out. Then years later, your grandfather rounded up another Muslim mob, who tried to take the store from my father, but he kicked them out as well.”
“But I cannot get another store,” complained the Palestinian. “The Muslim Storekeepers will let me sit in their stores, but when I demand their stores, they beat me and throw me out.”
“So this is why you live on my curb, drink the water from my hose tap, and curse me and throw rocks at me? But people give you money all day, why don’t you take that money and live a good life?”
“Because rocks are expensive, and I spend all my money on them, so I can throw them at you so you will leave and the shop will be mine!”, said the Palestinian. “At least the curb is mine, so that you can’t put anything on it!”
“I got news for you, said the Jew...”
A Palestinian beggar goes into a Jewish store, finds the storekeeper, and demands that the storekeeper give him the store. The reason he gives is that he says his great grandfather once owned the store, and once a store is a Muslim store, it is a Muslim store forever...
“Because rocks are expensive, and I spend all my money on them, so I can throw them at you so you will leave and the shop will be mine!”, said the Palestinian. “At least the curb is mine, so that you can’t put anything on it!”
“I got news for you, said the Jew...”
That one must lose something in translation...