Back in the 1930’s at the height of The Great Depression, a man from Oklahoma was running for Congress.
His district included a Native American Indian Reservation, populated mostly by farmers, and of course he needed their votes to win.
At a campaign stop he gave a speech to the farmers, with the Chief of their tribe on the podium along with him.
He started his speech and told the assembled farmers if he was elected he would get them higher prices for their crops, at which the farmers all smiled and yelled ‘OOHLAH! OOHLA!’ in their native language.
Their Chief looked a bit surprised, but sat still and said nothing.
Then he proceeded to say he would make sure they all had new houses and not the ramshackle cabins they were living in now.
Again the farmers all smiled and started patting each other on the back and yelled ‘OOHLAH! OOHLAH!” in their native language.
Then he said that he would make sure they all had new trucks and tractors instead of the broken down junk they had to use now.
At this the Native farmers went wild and started laughing and patting each other on their backs and dancing a native dance yelling ‘OOHLAH! OOLAH!’ and just having a great time!
The Congressman wannabe just knew he had their votes in the bag!
After the speech the Chief invited him to see his prize bull that had won awards all over the state and was their pride and joy.
The bull was huge and was perfection itself in the world of Bovine Husbandry.
The Congressman candidate said, “Yes! That is the most beautiful bull I have ever seen!” and he opened the gate to get a better look.
“Oh, be careful where you step!” said the Chief, “We haven’t cleaned the pen yet today, you might get OOHLAH-OOHLAH all over your shoes!”...................
Sadly I think those Indians were more perceptive than about 1/2 the US population today.