While I was making preparations for the rally the other day I took some time to pick up a talking dog (you can find anything in New York). So I took the dog into a bar with me and told the bartender, “If I prove to you that this dog can talk, will you give me a free drink?”
The bartender said, “Sure, I got nothing to lose.”
So I said to the dog, “OK, Sport, what’s that up over our heads?”
The dog said, “Roof!”
“Oh, come on,” the bartender said. “All dogs go ‘roof.'”
“No, wait,” I said. Then I asked the dog, “Who was the greatest baseball player of all time?”
“Ruth!” said the dog.
The bartender just stared at me blankly.
“OK, just one more try,” I said. And I said to the dog, “Who is the world’s foremost imam?”
The dog said, “Rauf!”
At that the bartender growled, “Get out of here!” and threw us both out onto the street.
As soon as we were outside, the dog turned to me and asked, “Should I have said Qaradawi?”