As emailed to me by my 60 year old mother, who, for some reason, I feel absolutely no desire to throw under a bus, unlike the familial urges of some Democrat politicians running for the highest office in the land that I could name, but won’t.
The Post Turtle
While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old Texas rancher, whose
hand was caught in a gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a
conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Obama
and his bid to be our President. The old rancher said, ‘Well, ya know,
Obama is a ‘post turtle’.’ Not being familiar with the term, the doctor
asked him what a ‘post turtle’ was.
The old rancher said, ‘When you’re driving down a country road and you
come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a ‘post
The old rancher saw a puzzled look on the doctor’s face, so he continued
to explain. ‘You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t
belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he is up there, and
you just wonder what kind of a dumbass put him up there.’
Exactly, Mom. Exactly.