Old Sam had been a stockman all his life. Up in the Kimberley where his ancestors had lived for thousands of years.
As an Elder of his people he was sitting in the front row of a crowd being addressed by Scott Morrison on one of his highly publicised photo ops to remote Australia.
Scomo was explaining how the Coalition had done so much for the original Australians while brushing away the flies which gathered wherever there were mammals of any species.
Sam had been listening closely and noticed the problems Scott was having with those pesky flies buzzing around his head.
So he spoke up and asked, “Having some problems with circle flies, there, are ya, Scott?”
Scomo stopped rabbitting on about how good the Liberal Party was for Indigenous People and said, “Well, yeah, if that’s what they are. I’ve never heard of circle flies”.
So Sam says, “Well, circle flies are common on stations. See, they’re called circle flies because they’re almost always found circling around the back end of a horse.”
Scott says, “Oh,” and goes back to talking about how great all the new Liberal Policies will be for everyone, including the group of stock-men sitting listening to him. Then after a minute he stops, looks back at Sam and says, “Hey! Wait a minute, are you trying to call me a horse’s arse?”
Old Sam says, “Oh no, Scott. I have too much respect for politicians and the work you all do to even think about calling you a horse’s arse”
Morrison says, “Well, that’s a good thing,” and goes back to his prepared slogans and half-truths.
After a long pause, in a voice the rest of the station workers can hear, Sam says, “Hard to fool them flies, though.”