While suturing a cut on the hand of a 72-year old Texas rancher, whose hand was caught in a cattle gate while working stock, the young doctor and the old man struck up a conversation about George W. Bush being in the White House.
The old Texan , pushed his dusty stetson back on his head, wiped off his sweating brow and said, "Well, ya know, this Bush fella is a 'post turtle'."
The Doc, new to these parts, and not being familiar with the term, asked him just what a "post turtle" was?
The old rancher said, "Well son, when you're driving down any country road 'round here and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a post turtle."
The old man saw a puzzled look on the young doctor's face. He rubbed his grizzled jaw, took a well aimed spit of tobbaco juice at a toad sunnin' on a roadside rock, and continued to explain, "See you know damn well he didn't get there by hisself, he sure doesn't belong there, he doesn't know from Shinola what to do while he's up there, and you just want to see someone help the poor dumb son-of-a-bitch get down!"