( - promoted by Carnacki)
George W. had just concluded his final photo-op at his Crawford, Texas compound. This was the last of 8 years of boring assignments from there, and once again, the entire White House press corps hadn't been able to report any real news for a whole month.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, a veteran reporter noticed one of Bush's neighbors getting into an old pickup truck. He headed over to catch the old-timer before he pulled away, just to see if he might have something interesting to offer about Bush's departure.
"Sir... Hey! Can I talk to you for just a second?" the newsman asked.
"Well I was just leavin'... Got chores to tend-to". the rancher said as he began rolling up his window.
"The flies seem be a bit worse this time of year" the veteran reporter commented. He had been unsuccessful at interviewing practically all of Dubya's neighbors during past Crawford vacation assignments, and was hoping that a more relaxed approach might coax this one into opening up a bit.
Not wanting to seem rude, the old rancher stopped rolling up his window. "Them's circle-flies" he said, shooting the reporter a sidelong glance.
"Circle-flies? Uuuh, never heard of 'em". The newsman was surprised that even he'd gotten an answer.
The old boy tilted his hat forward, squinted towards where Dubya was standing, and volunteered, "Circle-flies is what we call 'em down here. They mostly circle 'round the tail-end of horses, and the like." He started slowly rolling his up his window again.
Just before the window shut the reporter blurted. "HEY.. There's no livestock on the President's ranch! Did you just call George W. Bush a horse's ass?"
"Didn't say any such thing" came the reply as his pickup started. "But it sure is hard to fool them circle-flies."
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