Seamus was coming out of the pub with his son when he stopped and put an arm around the youngster. He nodded towards the village in front of them and said, “You know, I built half the homes in this village but nobody calls me Seamus the homebuilder.”

Then with a wave of his arm, he said, “And I worked on half the roads in this village but nobody calls me Seamus the roadbuilder.”

Seamus sighed, put his two hands on his son’s shoulders and, looking him hard in the eye, said, “But you f**k one sheep …”

And then those same politicals complain, why everything is so tribal :P