Saturday, February 24, 2007

Yea, Tho I Walk Thru The Valley Of Death

My Buddy Gopher is gettin short-term now and I thank it is time to recognize that the miracle just aint gonna happen for him.. Or, I should say us, cause the loss is most definetely ours..

His contributions to humanity and society are great and his inspiriration for others to do great also are remarkable.. Ones greatness can not only be defined by what we do, but also by what good we inspire others to do..

I've heard for many years, and also said myself that "God loves a fisherman" .. I have a feelin that St. Peter is just gonna have to wait his turn, cause God Himself is gonna be there to greet Gopher when he arrives at the Pearly gates..

At this time I wish that if you have it in your heart to give Well Wishes to a fella that gave his best to this Country in time of War and to this Country in time of peace and to his fellow man to make it as Free and Prosperous as he could, then leave him a comment and I will pass it on to him and his family..


I've compiled all the responses that ya'll left and sent them on to Gopher and his family.. My thanks to all who took the time to leave comments for him..

It sounds like he is fadin, and that always leaves an empty spot in a family member, and maybe your words will help fill the void in em and replace it with the pride that comes from Well Wishes and caring..

Red Horizon

I was born in Odessa Texas and I've spent enuff time in and around there in my life to know that when you see a RED HORIZON to the west, you better get ready to EAT SOME DUST !!

Well, I just took a good look to the west and saw that west Texas is comin to east Texas today !!

I already knew that we were supposed to have high winds, but didnt know which way the wind was gonna come from.. I know now..

I remember times as a kid out in Kermit that everythang would get a strange color to it and you could look west and see the sky was full of dust and it was headed your way.. That meant that time was short for playin outside and that soon you would be confined indoors till at least the next day and maybe longer..
I know that dust storms are somethin you take in stride in west Texas, but, I still aint got used to em here in east Texas..

And I have a big beef roast that I was gonna smoke on the cooker this evenin when it got later, but I aint now cause of the wind .. That means that I'm gonna have to get up extra early tomoro and start the damn thang so we have a good Sunday dinner.. That is if the wind has passed..

Aint no fun watchin my gotdam roof blow across the yard in pieces either!!

Kim Goes Farther

from here:

Both Wrong

Kim du Toit
February 24, 2007
8:45 AM

Much has been made of the Zumbo Episode in the past few days, with the gunnies crowing with delight at having nixed a Quisling, and writers like Field & Stream’s Jim Petzal writing that if a guy can’t just speak his mind, we’re all in trouble.

To all the chatroom heroes who made [Zumbo] unemployable, I have a word of warning: You’ve been swinging a two-edged sword. A United States in which someone can be ruined for voicing an unpopular opinion is a dangerous place. Today it was Jim’s turn. Tomorrow it may be yours.

Yes, in principle, he’s correct—except that he needs to wake up and smell the sponsor dollars. Somebody remind me of the last time any gun magazine published a critical review of a new gun.

Can’t think of any? Nor can I.

So the concept of reining in your outermost thoughts is not a new one among gun writers, nor among any who write for publication. Hell, I never even wrote bad things about that loony old broad who ran for TexGov against Rick Perry (whom I support, big time), because her campaign bought space on this website.

But that’s not the real issue on the table, and it’s not the purpose of this post.

The way I see it, the Fudds are terrified that we “black rifle” supporters are screwing up the world for them, because we make such an easy target for the gun-banners. They’re scared of getting caught in the crossfire, as it were, and Petzal’s 1994 comment about the first AWB was the equivalent of tossing people off the sled so that the pursuing wolf pack might be distracted by the easy food.

The American public—and the gun-owning public; especially the gun-owning public—would be better off without the hardcore military arms, which puts the average sportsman in a real dilemma. An Uzi or an AKM or an AK-47 should be no more generally available than a Claymore mine or a block of C4 explosive.

Ignorance of the Second Amendment Principle which runs that deep needs a nail driven through its temples in the manner of Jael the wife of Heber. (It’s interesting to note that back in 1994, Petzal never got Zumbo’d for that disgusting statement—shows how far we’ve come, doesn’t it?)

But we gunnies aren’t entirely blameless in all of this, because when it comes to thoughtless opinion, we have more than our fair share as well. As irritating as the Fudds are to us, let’s be fair, and stipulate that the Red Dawner sect among the gunnies is as big a group of dickheads as the Fudds, just on the other side of the spectrum.

There’ve been times, as I’ve meandered through the wonderful forests of this Gun Thing, where I’ve wanted to reach out and kick someone in the ass, where someone has made a statement so profoundly stupid and ill-considered that it was almost like they were a Brady/Feinstein plant, an agent provocateur for the gun-banners rather than a gunny.

Several, regrettably, have occurred on this very website, and I’ve had to grit my teeth to refrain from reaching right through the screen and throttling the idiot. (I’m not going to give details: we all know what I’m talking about here.)

Behind the stupid comments of both the Fudds and the Black Helicopter-Fearfuls lies a mistaken First Amendment assumption: that one can say whatever one likes, and not face any consequences.

That assumption is flat-out wrong, and if there’s a lesson to be learned from the unfortunate Zumbo episode, it’s that ideas have consequences—especially stupid ideas like banning “assault rifles” from hunting, or that we all need to own Stingers against that dreadful day when the 121st Blue Helmet Tank Brigade rolls like Sherman through Georgia.

There is a flaw in the above, of course, and I know it full well. The Fudds are completely wrong in their thinking, and their short-sightedness is appalling. In fact, hunting is even more vulnerable to banning than gun ownership as a whole: just think of a list of eco-freaks’ top ten wet dreams, and the banning of hunting in the forests of their precious Mother Gaia would probably rank in the top three.

So hunters (of the Fudd persuasion) need to be really careful about pissing off their allies.

We all know that if hunting were to be banned, we’d lose a lot of gun owners and the consequences would be appalling. This is why any mention of hunting bans or restrictions will create strenuous opposition from all gun owners, even from those who, like me, seldom if ever hunt.

The Zumbos and Petzals of this world need to know that they should show the same solidarity with us.

Oh, and by the way, the same warnings apply to the shotgunners, because I’ve heard (personally) the same kind of drivel coming from their mouths too.

We’re all gun owners, and we all face a common enemy, the Handgun Control crowd, the AWB supporters, the anti-.50cal group, the “No Sniper Rifles” types and the Outright Gun Confiscators.

We gun owners, of whatever stripe or class, need to close ranks, and show a united face to those enemies, because they, and not us, seek to divide and conquer.

But it’s a little difficult to close ranks and present a united front to the enemy when the guy next to you is telling the enemy that it’s okay to take your gun away from you, as long as his gun is left alone.

That’s why it’s important to weed out the Zumbos and the Petzals, because at the end of the day, their philosophy is just plain wrong.

Today’s “assault rifle” ban will be followed by tomorrow’s “sniper rifle” ban, followed by “handguns”, “crossbows” and eventually, kitchen knives. I’m not imagining all this stuff: that’s precisely what has happened in Britain.

So unless the Fudds want to live in a future of gun licensing, proving “needs” for gun ownership, and the whole dreadful litany, they should get a clue, and stand next to us instead of stabbing us in the back.

And the Red Dawners can do us all a favor and shut the hell up, too.

comment: Since leavin the Military, I aint had the chance or the want-to to own or operate any of what they call "assault weapons" .. But oh, how times change !!

Today, the situation in society leaves me feelin inadequate in the firearms department.. My eyes are gettin real "iffy" now in my older years and I aint as good at those targets out there over 400 yards or shootin without a scope like I used to be.. So I have a feelin that its gonna take a weapon with more capacity now and I'm just gonna have to rely on more shots to get the same job done as what I have been able to do with one or two shots..

Old habits are hard to break tho, and I admit that I have been in love with my old lever-action rifles and my pump and single-shot shotguns for almost as long as I have been alive..

I dont even own a semi-automatic gun of any kind, but I'm really gettin an itch to get one, two, or maybe even three of em now.. Unfortunately tho, most, if not all the guns I would wanna get are now illegal.. AND THAT PISSES ME OFF !!

Back years ago, I had access to a Thompson .45 auto "Tommy Gun" with a drum feed that rocked my world.. As far as chunkin lead and takin out Dirtbags at close range, I dont thank I could beat it, not even today .. I'd like to own one of those now..

I've never shot one, but the 12 ga. "room broom" is somethin I have been fascinated with since I saw it on Miami Vice a long time ago.. Scuse me ladies, but that damn thang makes my dick hard just watchin somebody else shoot it !! Put that one in my shoppin basket too..

But besides those, the Military has the rest of em that I would like to own, and I dont figger I'll ever even have a chance at gettin one of em.. So looks like this ol Redneck is just gonna have to be happy with what I've got and "make do" ..

But to connect this with what Kim has to say and also to Jim Zumbo and the "Fudds" of this country.. My friends have AK's, AR's, and SK's, but would rather go thru hell's brimstome, barefooted, than come against me with their weapons against mine !! But they know that I wouldnt rather have anybody else by my side should the shit the fan, and I would no more try to outlaw their weapons than they would mine..

So you see, there is a co-existence between us Fudds and the "just shooters" of this country.. But just to give you an idea, we also get each other into headlocks and give and get bloody noses over such shit as our choice of beer and whiskey.. And that aint even countin the Little League Baseball and High School Football games !!

But when Zumbo decided to do somethin stupid like call a common type of gun a terrorist weapon, then he better be ready for that bloody nose cause he is gonna get his ass into a headlock and roofin tacks scattered in his driveway !!

But no matter what type beer or whiskey we drank, or what kinda car or truck we drive, or what kinda gun we shoot, we should all stand together against those that would like to take the right to make that choice away from us.. FUGGEM !!

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

How Bout Anna Nicole ??

I'm just wonderin what ya'll are interested in hearin about.. I was just teasin bout Ms. Smith tho.. Lord knows you have heard enuff about that on all the other media out there, today, yesterday, and for the last 2 weeks..

Just like the Anna Nicole bullshit, I just caint seem to get interested in any of the stuff that passes for News today..

You take the Bobama/Hildebeast squabble.. he he YAWN !!

The Mescans puttin Troops on THEIR border now.. More corruption.. YAWN !!

The Troop Surge.. They are kickin some insurgent ass.. Have a coldbeer, make toast to em.. HOOYAH !!

Global Warmin ?? Dont even thank about gettin me started on that bunch of PROPAGANDA !! But I'll go along with it as long as it keeps Al Gore out of politics..

Lately the stuff they claim is news just dont get my creative juices(ewwww) flowin enuff to bother bitchin about it, except, to say that it aint really news !!

Looks like that with the Troops kickin ass and takin names all over Iraq that somebody could shed some light on the fact that the Troops are chasin em all over the place and when they even thank about puttin up a fight they kick dust in their face.. Just dont seem to be any of the media that wants to put ink on paper about that stuff tho..

I could really stand to do some praisin of the Troops right now.. I just havent seen anythang substantive to put up tho.. Guess I'll just have to make up my own !! Shit, it works for the media dont it ??

Monday, February 19, 2007

Pleasure Pain

I fell off a house about 15 years ago and tore my left shoulder all to pieces and broke a bunch of bones in and around it.. I woke up today with the weather makin that damn shoulder almost unbearable.. That sumbich hurt BAD !! But bein me, I just took some aspirin and went on about my business..

Right after noon the Mrs. suggested we get out and find a back road this afternoon.. Since we have been cooped-up here in the house for the most part of a month due to the Kid bringin us a nice little cold bug home from school and passin it back and forth between us.. We had bright sunshine and warm temps but the damn wind was blowin like hell, but we didnt let it bother us much..

I found out that the land right behind my farm had recently sold and had a new owner so I wanted to go by and see what the place was lookin like now.. After we made a pass by there and saw that the place was packed with cows now and all the tractor traffic has it rutted and tracked-up, we decided to make a trip to the coldbeerstore and treat ourselves for makin it thru the worst of the bug and not killin each other over it..

My local tobacco shop closed right after the first of the year and I havent been able to find any of my favorite ceegars since, but today the coldbeerstore had some and I managed to scarf me 10 of em.. After I fixed us a good ol Soul Food supper and we ate, I went out to the picnic table and enjoyed a GOOD ceegar for a change.. I didnt realize just how much I like those thangs till tonite !!

While I was sittin out there havin my smoke, a couple of the Mrs.' kittens jumped up on the table and we played "rip the fingers" for a while.. Miss Minnie Pearl heard me out there and she aint happy about it warmin up and bein put back out in HER HOUSE.. A lady I know gave me an old couch and I put it in Pearl's house for her, and is she happy ?? NOOOOOO !! She wants to be in the house and have a midnite cookie snack and then go to bed and sleep at the foot of Dady's bed !! Picky Bitch !! ~grin!

Oh, and while we were out on our ride today, we saw an Eagle !! No Shit !! I havent seen one around here in a long LONG time..

I also found out yesterday that wild hogs have been seen out on the back of my farm lately.. They said the pigs were about 75 pounds and some hogs were as big as 250 to 300 pounds.. If I can get out there and harvest me 2 or 3 of em before it gets too warm, well, I'll have me some damn good eattin and some real good cookin stories to tell ya'll.. If ya'll are nice, maybe I'll take some pics and share em.. Say PRETTY PLEASE !!

But even in spite of the shoulder bein a bitch today, with all the other GOOD THANGS that happened, well, I guess I'll chalk this one up as a good one.. The shoulder still hurts so figger I'll take some more aspirin and climb in bed early tonite and spend a little time on the heatin pad and listen to the Professional Ranters do their thang on the radio a while..

I almost forgot to tell why my shoulder was so bad today, besides the weather.. I spent the afternoon yesterday workin on gettin my garden tiller hooked up to my ridin mower so I can get started on my garden.. Just a few finishin touches and I'll have it done and ready to turn some ground.. But the guy that was rentin my farm still has a bunch of horses on it and yesterday he told me that he caint find anywhere else to move his horses too, so looks like I'll still have to deal with em in my way.. But not for long.. I can still turn my ground and get it ready to start plantin with the horses there.. I just dont want to HAVE to, and besides, I've got some bullistics testin I want to do !!

Sunday, February 18, 2007

I'm At A Loss For Words

So, here are a few videos and other stuff to entertain you till I can re-compose myself..

A friend wrote me and said he had been in the hospital, but they sent him home and told him to get comfy and ordered him Hospice.. Its breakin my heart !!

This guy reminds me a lot of Gopher.. click this

This gentleman does too.. click this

Gopher liked Country Music too.. like this guy (from The Blue Star Riders(blogroll)

Also from The Blue Start Riders comes this one.. click here

If I sent this one to Gopher, I could be assured that he would have sent me a RANT back as long as my arm !! click here

I remember that he got a huge kick out of this one.. click here

Just like me, we both thought the world of this guy.. click here

Gopher is one of the Good Ones, so keep him in your thoughts..

Friday, February 16, 2007

Once Again: Its Gettin Old

From HERE ..

The Truce is Over

The Joe Lieberman website says the nonbinding resolution opposing the US presence in Iraq has created the potential for a Constitutional crisis. "The potential for a constitutional crisis here and now is real, with congressional interventions, presidential vetoes, and Supreme Court decisions. If there was ever a moment for nonpartisan cooperation to agree on a process that will respect both our personal opinions about this war and our nation's interests over the long term, this is it."

When people describes themselves as Anti-War; that they want to end the War, the unasked question is which one. During the 1960s America engaged in two wars. One overseas and the other at home. One may have ceased but the second has never ended. Nor will the "anti-War" crowd ever end it until they achieve final and unconditional victory.

That's why the outcome of the "Vietnam War" doesn't refer to the resolution of foreign conflict forty years old but to a perceived -- and permanent -- domestic outcome in America. Just as the Civil War abolished slavery, "Vietnam" was regarded as having abolished American "imperialism" overseas forever. And even though this "outcome" was never the explicit war aim of the Peace Movement; nor even did they claim it a victory, it remained at least within a minority, the Legacy of the 1960s. The antipathy of the Left towards Ronald Reagan and George Bush cannot be rationally explained without appreciating that, in their eyes at least, the conservatives were embarked on a "rolling back" of the gains of history; that they were trying to undo the results of the Civil Rights Movement and the Legacy of Vietnam.

Iraq may be a cultural and physical world away from Vietnam, but the domestic landscape of that earlier conflict resembles what it is today. Lieberman correctly characterized the Democratic resolution as a footstomping yell of "no".

Senator Lieberman argued that the non binding resolution, "proposes nothing. It contains no plan for victory or retreat... It is a strategy of "no," while our soldiers are saying, "yes, sir" to their commanding officers as they go forward into battle."

But it is a "no" to everything. A yell of outrage and pain that "their" world has been destroyed by George W. Bush. One might timidly point out that Osama Bin Laden and radical Islam might have had something to do with it, but that will be ruled out of order because the crime -- and you have to understand the crime -- could only have been committed domestically. By Republicans. By enemy Americans.

Senator Lieberman closed with a call for unity, "Whatever our differences here in this chamber, about this war, let us never forget the values of freedom and democracy that unite us and for which our troops have given and today give the last full measure of their devotion. Yes, we should vigorously debate and deliberate. That is not only our right, it is our responsibility. But at this difficult juncture, at this moment when a real battle, a critical battle is being waged in Baghdad, as we face a brutal enemy who attacked us on 9/11 and wants to do it again, let us not just shout at one another, but let us reach out to one another to find that measure of unity that can look beyond today's disagreements and secure the nation's future and the future of all who will follow us as Americans."

Fat chance. The Peace Movement doesn't want unity. It wants war. War until the world it is fighting for is unconditionally and irreversibly established. That a government for the masses, of the masses and by the masses, should briefly flicker on the face of the earth.

comment: So now, Lieberman, a Democratic, is wantin Bi-Partisan cooperation.. Why is it when shit gets to flyin everywhere and everybody gets their knickers in a twist, that the (D)s start wantin bi-partisanism ?? But the real kicker of it, is that it is usually the Democratics that start all the shit in the first place !!

Bi-Partisanism ?? Kiss my lily-white, Redneck ass !! Hows that for bi-partisanism ??

Only A Consevative, Thank You

from HERE ..

2008: Spineless Candidates Need Not Apply.
February 16, 2007
Vox Populi

By John Longenecker

Among the qualifications for office for 2008 candidates is their being anatomically correct – they have to arrive with a backbone – and some of that impact and scope brings me to pundits and commentators. How candidates run for office can be the chest X-ray to confirm backbone before the election.

I like Bill O’Reilly, but oftentimes he shows one of the most objectionable habits when it comes to his observations and comments in support of conservative values: he’s even-handed. In fact, being even-handed is out of line for anyone advocating values and looking out for people. For Bill O’Reilly and for Rudy Giuliani, gun control is one such example.

When you’re going to be an advocate as part of your investigative journalism or political analysis – say, if he’s looking out for you (part of Bill’s end-of-show signature) – you can’t be even-handed. If you’re going to be any kind of an advocate thr
ough news analysis, you have to be partisan. It’s what people turn to you for. (And the opposition doesn’t need the recognition.)

Gun control reflects how the candidate or pundit sees the folks: sovereign authority or subjects? Many pundits and candidates share the opinion that guns should be regulated – the so-called sensible gun laws. Try sensible censorship and get back to me. Or, for Bill, try sensible child molestation – this is precisely what Man-Boy Love is advocating, sensible molestation laws. Different feel, isn’t it? Just plain wrong, isn’t it? Short sentences are examples of being even-handed. Sensible.

Compulsory social programs are many examples of compelled compliance or-else – many of which are based on a theory of violence which would be nowhere near the societal problem it is today if citizens weren’t discouraged from answering personal violence as they are in many major cities.

[No-fault divorce was claimed to be important to protecting women from abusive husbands. Today’s womens’ shelters are based on that same lie – pointing to violence as the necessity for more and more social programs. Gun control isn’t an answer to crime – it’s an investment strategy.]

Pundits and candidates too often forget the authority – not only rights, but authority – citizens have with which to meet and face down grave danger. Carrying a handgun is a right; self-defense is their sovereign authority to act on it without obtaining permission first, and it is purely the call of the citizen even to say whether they are in grave danger. They may have to prove it later – that is reasonable under our system – but regulation confiscates personal independence and transforms it into dependency on those who cannot ever fulfill protection. No one can take your place as the first line of defense. Not police, not regulation, not anyone.

In putting this further in the proper perspective, Bill and Rudy should be reminded that police have no duty to protect individuals. It’s not their job, and it is a fatal mistake for the average head of household to believe overly in police to the exclusion of their own lawful and effective actions. This is the threat of the Millennium: rhetoric backed by force one-sided force.

[As an advocate of the folks, one cannot be even-handed and support regulation on the honest when it is the citizen on whose authority lawmakers even operate. When a majority of states confirms concealed carry of weapons and more states are ratifying Stand Your Ground laws for the protection of their greatest assets – the productive citizen – then nationwide concealed carry of handguns is a rather obvious moral imperative no longer subject to opposing opinion.]

As I said, try sensible censorship and get back to me. Unless you like McCain-Feingold or maybe the Fairness Doctrine and what is to follow. Well, they’re only sensible restrictions on a civil right… You go first, Rudy.

In 2008, we don’t need even-handedness: even-handedness cost us the election.

This is the challenge to 2008 conservative candidates: be partisan. Boldly partisan.

Heard a good joke the other day. A contributor wanted to have his picture taken with the Governor. He’d donated often, he’d volunteered often and finally asked what it would take to get to stand with the Governor for a picture. One of the staffers suggested he could simply go to the Zoo.

“Why?” asked the constituent. “You’re not saying the Governor’s an animal…”

“No,” said the staffer, “But you can visit the zoo and have your pick of the litter in taking a picture with any Rino you like.”

comment: Some folks over at The Mountain are tryin to sell me on the idea that I need to vote Republican no matter even if it is a piece of shit like McCain or a Gun-Grabber like Guiliani..


Come election time, if The Republican Convention caint put up a Conservative Candidate the meets MY standards, then they will have to get the sunzabitch elected by themselves the best way they can, without any of my help..


: forcible or passive resistance to lawful authority..

: concerted revolt (as of a naval crew) against discipline or a superior officer syn see REBELLION..

REBELLION, now your fuggin talkin my language, Bubba !! But I got news for those dickheads in D.C. , if they dont wanna end up lookin like Rodney King, then they better go back to the Congressional Shithouse and thank this one over again !! If those silly bastards thank they can pull this shit and then wanna holler "caint we all just get along" , then they are even more gotdam stupid than I thought they were..

If they keep this kind of shit up they aint gonna have to worry bout Al Q smokin em cause the American People are just gonna do it themselves !!

I Aint ONEDAMNBIT Happy !!

I guess ya'll already know that when I get somethin under my skin that I usually chew and rip on it like a dog with a fuzzy slipper.. Well, I've got somethin under my skin again and its that bunch of chickenshit (R)s in D.C. ..

If they had been at The Alamo, Davie Crockett would have probably shot em himself and Dan'l Boone would have been loadin his rifle for him and even Benedict Arnold would have been cheerin em on !! They have now gone beyond the point of bein disgustin and have arrived squarely at bein completely, undeniably, fuggin P.A.T.H.E.T.I.C. !!

I just thought that I would give ya'll a "heads-up" that I'm gonna be chewin and rippin some Chickenshit Ass for a few days till I can get myself calmed back down again.. But just from scannin around the .net a little bit ago, it dont look like I'm the only one that is chewin and rippin .. Looks like Ol Wild Bill has got lots of company..

Wednesday, February 14, 2007


A guy walks into the local welfare office, marches straight to the
counter and says, "Hi... you know, I just HATE drawing welfare. I'd
really rather have a job."

The social worker behind the counter says, "Your timing is excellent.
We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a
chauffeur/bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter.
You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he'll supply all of
your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided."

"You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips. You
will have to satisfy her sexual urges. You'll have a two-bedroom
apartment above the garage. The starting salary is $200,000 a year".

The guy says, "You're bullshittin' me!"

The social worker says, "Yeah, well, you started it."

Let The Games Begin !!

Redneck Muddy Gras set this weekend


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

ATHENS — The third annual Texas Redneck Muddy Gras, presented by Wulf Outdoor Sports, is set for Thursday through Sunday at Pool Ranch ATV Park in Athens.

This year's event will include a Muddy Gras parade, costume contest, Mr. and Ms. Sexy Redneck contest and Mud Chicks Gone Wild. Registration for redneck events will begin at 8 a.m. Saturday, and events will begin at 1 p.m.

There are no entry fees.

Entertainment on Friday includes Uncle Lucious, and Saturday afternoon Morrison-Williams will perform. Both bands will perform Saturday evening, along with the Seth James Band.

Tickets are available at the gate. Admission for the full weekend is $20 per person and $15 per ATV. Guests younger than 18 will not be allowed to enter without a parent or guardian or a signed consent form.

Gates open at noon Thursday and close at 6 p.m. Sunday.

For information, call (903) 984-8257.

comment: So, what do YOU have planned for this weekend ??

The weather is gonna be a helluva lot better than New Yoik is gonna have, but still gonna be on the cool side.. Temps are supposed to be in the 50 to 60 degree range, and we have SNOW predicted for tomoro..

I didnt go last year myself but I looked at a bunch of the pics from it.. It was a little warmer and there were plenty of Daisy-Dukes and halter tops to go round and from the looks of it, there was plenty of fun and games for eveybody to find somethin that they enjoyed..

Maybe I can find where the pics are from last year and post a link to em here..

La Bon Tempe Roulette, Ya'll !!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

RE-Define Conservatism, I Dont Thank So

Rush Speaks

We Shouldn't Redefine Conservatism

February 13, 2007


RUSH: While I was gone, I noticed something. With all these Republican candidates for president -- you have Giuliani; you have Romney who got in today. McCain. I can't even remember them all. There's a distinct effort, there's a big move underway now to redefine conservatism in a way that fits the candidacy of one or the other of these candidates. They are conflating electability with a serious discussion of conservatism. Much of it's coming from the New York and DC elite. It reached its zenith with a column from George Will that I saw Sunday, in which there's a big swipe taken at Reaganism and that conservatives' view of Reaganism is a waste of time, that Reagan was one man at one time and never will be again.

It's a stunning, stunning piece -- and all these things together amused me, because have you ever seen liberalism wring its hands and try to redefine itself to fit one particular candidate? Liberals don't make excuses for who they are. They do their best to hide who they are, and they do their best to camouflage who they are with different names (like "progressives" or "moderates" or what have you), but they never have any serious disagreements over the fundamental principles of liberalism. Yet here we go with the people on the conservative side now trying to fit each one of these candidates into what is a conservative by redefining conservatism to fit the candidate, and this is important to me because it ought to be the other way around. If conservatives are serious about a conservative candidate, then the candidate ought to have to be conservative, not the other way around, and I see that happening.

comment: If this draws as much interest here as it did/does over at The Mountain(blogroll), then it may get busy around here !!

I'm with Rush on this and dont plan to just vote "against The Hildebeast" .. "Anybody BUT Hillary" leaves a lot to be desired, and I dont plan on settlin for less than a TRUE BLUE Conservative.. They ARE out there and if the (R)s dont wanna put em on the Ticket, then I will just forego the Election..

In NO WAY, SHAPE, or FORM am I gonna vote for "Gun Control" Rudy or "Kiss Me You Democrat Beast" John !! If thats the choices the RNC and the Delagates give me, then, I'M OUTTA THERE !!

Till then, GO TOM.. GO HUNTER !!

Still Makes Sense

So its over a year old.. Still makes a helluva lot more sense than what the Left has come up with in a LONG time !!

from here:

Some Thoughts on Casualties in Times of War and Peace

It is universally acknowledged that public support for the Iraq war is eroding. Some of the polls supporting this claim are faulty because they are based on obviously misleading internal data, but the basic point cannot be denied: many Americans, possibly even a majority, have turned against the war.

This should hardly be a surprise. On the contrary, how could it be otherwise? News reporting on the war consists almost entirely of itemizing casualties. Headlines say: "Two Marines killed by roadside bomb." Rarely do the accompanying stories--let alone the headlines that are all that most people read--explain where the Marines were going, or why; what strategic objective they and their comrades were pursuing, and how successful they were in achieving it; or how many terrorists were also killed. For Americans who do not seek out alternative news sources like this one, the war in Iraq is little but a succession of American casualties. The wonder is that so many Americans do, nevertheless, support it.

The sins of the news media in reporting on Iraq are mainly sins of omission. Not only do news outlets generally fail to report the progress that is being made, and often fail to put military operations into any kind of tactical or strategic perspective, they assiduously avoid talking about the overarching strategic reason for our involvement there: the Bush administration's conviction that the only way to solve the problem of Islamic terrorism, long term, is to help liberate the Arab countries so that their peoples' energies will be channelled into the peaceful pursuits of free enterprise and democracy, rather than into bizarre ideologies and terrorism. Partly this omission is due to laziness or incomprehension, but I think it is mostly attributable to the fact that if the media acknowledged that reforming the Arab world, in order to drain the terrorist swamp, has always been the principal purpose of the Iraq war, it would take the sting out of their "No large stockpiles of WMDs!" theme.

One wonders how past wars could have been fought if news reporting had consisted almost entirely of a recitation of casualties. The D-Day invasion was one of the greatest organizational feats ever achieved by human beings, and one of the most successful. But what if the only news Americans had gotten about the invasion was that 2,500 allied soldiers died that day, with no discussion of whether the invasion was a success or a failure, and no acknowledgement of the huge strategic stakes that were involved? Or what if such news coverage had continued, day by day, through the entire Battle of Normandy, with Americans having no idea whether the battle was being won or lost, but knowing only that 54,000 Allied troops had been killed by the Germans?

How about the Battle of Midway, one of the most one-sided and strategically significant battles of world history? What if there had been no "triumphalism"--that dreaded word--in the American media's reporting on the battle, and Americans had learned only that 307 Americans died--never mind that the Japanese lost more than ten times that many--without being told the decisive significance of the engagement?

Or take Iwo Jima, the iconic Marine Corps battle. If Americans knew only that nearly 7,000 Marines lost their lives there, with no context, no strategy, and only sporadic acknowledgement of the heroism that accompanied those thousands of deaths, would the American people have continued the virtually unanimous support for our country, our soldiers and our government that characterized World War II?

We are conducting an experiment never before seen, as far as I know, in the history of the human race. We are trying to fight a war under the auspices of an establishment that is determined--to put the most charitable face on it--to emphasize American casualties over all other information about the war.

Sometimes it becomes necessary to state the obvious: being a soldier is a dangerous thing. This is why we honor our service members' courage. For a soldier, sailor or Marine, "courage" isn't an easily-abused abstraction--"it took a lot of courage to vote against the farm bill"--it's a requirement of the job.

Even in peacetime. The media's breathless tabulation of casualties in Iraq--now, over 1,800 deaths--is generally devoid of context. Here's some context: between 1983 and 1996, 18,006 American military personnel died accidentally in the service of their country. That death rate of 1,286 per year exceeds the rate of combat deaths in Iraq by a ratio of nearly two to one.

That's right: all through the years when hardly anyone was paying attention, soldiers, sailors and Marines were dying in accidents, training and otherwise, at nearly twice the rate of combat deaths in Iraq from the start of the war in 2003 to the present. Somehow, though, when there was no political hay to be made, I don't recall any great outcry, or gleeful reporting, or erecting of crosses in the President's home town. In fact, I'll offer a free six-pack to the first person who can find evidence that any liberal expressed concern--any concern--about the 18,006 American service members who died accidentally in service of their country from 1983 to 1996.

The point? Being a soldier is not safe, and never will be. Driving in my car this afternoon, I heard a mainstream media reporter say that around 2,000 service men and women have died in Afghanistan and Iraq "on President Bush's watch." As though the job of the Commander in Chief were to make the jobs of our soldiers safe. They're not safe, and they never will be safe, in peacetime, let alone wartime.

What is the President's responsibility? To expend our most precious resources only when necessary, in service of the national interest. We would all prefer that our soldiers never be required to fight. Everyone--most of all, every politician--much prefers peace to war. But when our enemies fly airplanes into our skyscrapers; attack the nerve center of our armed forces; bomb our embassies; scheme to blow up our commercial airliners; try to assassinate our former President; do their best to shoot down our military aircraft; murder our citizens; assassinate our diplomats overseas; and attack our naval vessels--well, then, the time has come to fight. And when the time comes to fight, our military personnel are ready. They don't ask to be preserved from all danger. They know their job is dangerous; they knew that when they signed up. They are prepared to face the risk, on our behalf. All they ask is to be allowed to win.

It is, I think, a reasonable request. It's the least that we--all Americans, including reporters and editors--can do.


Subject: US Special Forces USRSF

The Pentagon announced today the formation of a new 500 man elite
fighting unit called the US REDNECK SPECIAL FORCES (USRSF).

These North Carolina, South Carolina, Kentucky, West Virginia,
Mississippi, Arkansas, Alabama, Louisiana, Georgia, Texas, Oklahoma and Tennessee boys

will be dropped into Iraq and have been given the following facts about Terrorists:

1. The season opened today.
2. There is no limit.
3. They taste just like chicken.
4. They don't like beer, pickups, country music or Jesus.
5. They are DIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE for the death of Dale Earnhardt.

This mess in Iraq should be over shortly.

If I Was Prez

OK, stop laughin !! BUT, if I was, I would designate a certain day each year that we would be allowed, without any recourse, to search out the stupid, booger-eatin-mohrons of our society, and slap em into sanity or to where they couldnt spout there idiotic shit!! Here is one example I would look long and hard to find too..

Subject:: Simply telling it like it is.

I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual
steak houses that you find all over the country.
You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every
table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of
perky college kids racing around with long neck
beers and sizzling platters.

Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd
over the rim of my glass. My gaze lingered on a
group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform
to identify their branch of service, but they were
definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut,
and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.

Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the
empty seat where my husband usually sat.
It had only been a few months since we sat in this
very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment
to the Middle East. That was when he made me promise
to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant
once a month and treat myself to a nice steak.
In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here,
thinking about him until he returned home to me.

I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear
and wondered where he was at this very moment.
Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better?
Were my letters getting through to him?
As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices
from the next booth broke into my thoughts.

"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading
Iraq. You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes.
Good lord. What an idiot!
I can't believe he is even in office.
You do know, he stole the election."

I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as
they began an endless tirade running down our president.
I thought about the last night I spent with my husband,
as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting
his smallpox and anthrax shots.
The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still
gives me chills.

Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts.
"It is all about oil, you know.
Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in
the name of 'freedom'. Hmph!
I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a
It's pure greed, you know."

My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring.
I could still see how handsome my husband looked
in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on my finger.
I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform,
affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof
vest over it.

"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't
think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just
to! Increase the president's popularity. That's all it is,
padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and
And, you know what else?
We're just asking for another 9-ll.
I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."

Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched
gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice
of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to
ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is?

I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw
their courageous faces change.
They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly,
listening to the women talking.

"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq,
and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to
train professional baby killers we call a military."

Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my
husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children

That's it! Indignation rose up inside me.
Normally reserved,
pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had.
Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military,
and let her pride in our troops be known.

Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and
placed my hands flat on their table.
Lowering myself to eye level with them,
I smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone.
And, do you know why? Because my husband,
whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world
defending your right to say rotten things about him."
"Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none
of my business. However, what you say in public is something else,
and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country,
MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women
who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the
"freedom" to complain.
Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions
cheapen it."

I must have been louder that I meant to be, because
the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right.
"Yes, thank you," I replied.
Then turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your

As I returned to my booth applause broke out.
I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten
The women picked up their check and scurried away.

After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check,
the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode.
"Compliments of those soldiers," he said.
He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner,
but that another couple had beaten them to it.
When I asked who, the manager said they had already left,
but that the gentleman was a veteran,
and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys."

With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to
the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler.
Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth.
"We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into
confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."

As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment,
I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the
other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of
my husband, and would keep him in their prayers.
I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.

Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to
show their pride in our country,
and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe,
the two women who were railing against our country,
would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers,
and the price it pays to maintain it's freedom.

As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a
difference. Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of
the base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign
of my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"

*Lori Kimble is a 31 year old teacher and proud
military wife. A California native, Mrs. Kimble currently lives in

To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected
will never know. GOD BLESS AMERICA!

The Mrs. has learned that it is better that we just eat at home or get carry-out, or to eat in the car when we travel, and this is the prime reason..

I DONT DO WELL when out amongst a group of STUPID people, and it seems that there are more and more of em anymore, and they are even louder now..

The Mrs. has learned the signs that its time to get me away from somewhere too.. I get that "John Wayne" glare goin at somebody and then if they happen to be in a mind to let their bulldog mouth overload their shewawa ass and say somethin like "what the hell are YOU lookin at", the first thang I do is look to see if I have enuff money for bail on me !!

Youd thank that she would eventually get used to seein the cops haul me away, but I guess not.. She has gotten better at warnin the stupid sunzabitches tho..

Advice For Obama - OOPS, Too Late

I've had this for a while, but since we seem to be startin a 2-year long Presidential Campaign this time, I thought I would breathe a little life back into this letter.. The contenders would be wise to take heed of this, but it sure dont look like they are goin to..

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
by Barbara Stock
2 September 2004
The unprecedented injustice inflicted on the Vietnam vets has always lain just under the surface, waiting for a chance to be uncovered. The feelings of betrayal had faded, but they were never resolved.
Over thirty years ago they put away their medals and their uniforms. They buried their anger and bitterness and moved on with their lives -- and they waited.

Revisionists are trying to change history, claiming the returning Vietnam veterans didn't suffer all that much when they returned home. All that talk of being labeled animals has been exaggerated over the years. But the veterans know better. They were there.

On the radio last week, one man related that he had unpacked the uniform that he wore home from Vietnam all those years ago. It had not seen the light of day for over thirty years. He showed it to his children and grandchildren and, for the first time, spoke of the day that he returned home from war and was spat on, cursed at, and literally had to run a gauntlet of protesters who threw human waste and rotten fruit on him and his fellow vets. With the words "baby killers" ringing in his ears he was warned by laughing policemen not to retaliate or he would be arrested. So he ran. The able-bodied helped the wounded as they do on any battlefield because those on crutches or in wheelchairs were not spared the profanity and bags full of feces that were thrown at them by the raging anti-war protesters.

This now middle-aged vet went on to tell his family that he had hid in the bathroom at the airport for over two hours, bewildered and afraid. He wondered if he had landed in some foreign land where Americans were hated. Finally, he cleaned up the uniform he was still proud to wear as best he could and made his way to his plane, where he suffered more insults from the passengers. When he got home, he packed up his medals and his dirty uniform, just as it was, and he knew that one day, he would take it out again and he would have his say. That day has come.

One POW stated that he had never put a face to the name until he heard the words "Genghis Khan" pronounced only as John Kerry does and suffered his first flashback to the time he was being tormented by Kerry's words in a North Vietnamese prison camp.

They buried their anger and the bitterness -- and they waited. Most of them didn't know who or what would be the signal to make their move, but they knew they would recognize it when it happened.

On July 29, 2004, it happened. John Forbes Kerry came to the podium at the Democratic Convention and uttered three words that made many Vietnam vets skin crawl: "Reporting for Duty!" At last the time had come for these long-suffering veterans.

The past was staring back at these wrongly disgraced vets from their television sets. The face it bore was that of John Kerry, the man who had shredded their honor without a thought and climbed over the bodies of their fallen friends to launch a political career. Kerry had stripped them of their dignity the day he sat before Congress in his fatigues and portrayed them as "baby killers" and "murderers." Kerry did the unspeakable. He had publicly turned on his fellow vets while they were still in harm's way and American prisoners were still in the hands of the enemy. Kerry accused them of being out-of-control animals, killing, raping, and pillaging Vietnam at
will. The anti-war movement -- the protesters -- had their hero and he was a Vietnam War veteran, an officer, a medal winner, a wounded warrior: John Forbes Kerry.
Many Vietnam vets buried the memories of their less-than-welcome homecoming, and John Kerry moved off the national scene. The feelings of betrayal had faded, but they were never resolved. The unprecedented injustice inflicted on the Vietnam vets has always lain just under the surface, waiting for a chance to be uncovered. The war had stolen their youth and innocence and John Kerry stole their dignity and rightful place of honor in history.

Like an unlanced boil, the anger festered but there was nothing that could ease the pain. These vets didn't ask for "forgiveness" because they had done nothing wrong in serving their country. They never asked to be treated as heroes, just good soldiers. All they have ever wanted was the respect due all the men and women who have worn the uniform of this country. Being allowed to march in a few parades wasn't enough. A long over-due memorial was not enough. The Vietnam Veterans moveable wall only brought back the suffering as they searched for the names of their fallen friends whose memory had been defiled and disgraced by people who considered them rampaging killers instead of men who died with honor for their country.

Now before them stands this man who would be president -- this man who holds his service in Vietnam up as a badge of honor now that it suits his purposes. This man Kerry brags about his medals and his tiny wounds and demands the respect they were denied, yet he offers no apologies for what he did to them. "I will be a great leader!" Kerry proclaims, because of his brief and self-proclaimed valiant service while wearing a uniform – the very same uniform that they wore and were spat upon because of it.

All across America, soiled uniforms and memories of being shamed and humiliated have surfaced and Vietnam vets demand their rightful place in history. John Kerry seems bewildered by the reaction of his "fellow vets." He has become defensive and angry because now his service and honor are being questioned. Kerry seems oblivious to the pain he caused three decades ago then he stole all honor and dignity from those same "fellow vets" for personal gain. Now he wants to use them again, for the same reason.

All across America, Vietnam vets are smiling. At last, perhaps they can bury their demons. These angry vets are demanding that this man who sentenced them to being shunned as criminals, tell the world that he was wrong and that he is sorry for what he did to them. Kerry must admit that he lied about them.

For many, it would still not be enough. Satisfaction and hopefully peace will come when Vietnam vets see and hear John F. Kerry give his concession speech the night of November 2, 2004 with the knowledge that it was their votes that helped defeat him. There are approximately 2.5 million Vietnam veterans in America and they have not forgotten.

Kerry denied them their rightful place as heroes and they will deny him his dream of the presidency. Angry Vietnam veterans, silent for so long, will finally have their say. Payment in full will be delivered to John Kerry on November 2, 2004.

Revenge is indeed a dish best served cold.

And now it seems that Barack Obama has opened his mouth and shown his Kerry, I mean ASS(same difference), and said "wasted lives in Iraq" ..

The media is tryin to make Obama out to be another Abe Lincoln, but from where I see it, he is just another John Kerry-Heinz !!

Lets not let it take 35 years for Obama's words come back to haunt him.. Keep em fresh in your thoughts and remember to rimind others about em every chance you get..

Friday, February 09, 2007

Jihad : Blame Naked Legs In 1949


The Enemy At Home: The Cultural Left And Its Responsibility For 9/11 is the geopolitical If I Did It. As you may recall, that was the title of the artful OJ Simpson tome no sooner announced than yanked from the warehouses and pulped by its publisher: OJ isn’t saying he did do it but if he had done it he’d have done it like this. Likewise, Dinesh D’Souza’s new book: he’s not the jihad’s marketing consultant but, if he were, this is pretty much the critique of America he’d have offered to buck up the lads in the cave on September 10th 2001.

Read the rest HERE

comment: To thank that a dance done back in 1949 by "Naked Legs" Doris Day is even possibly the reason that the Dirtbags are beheadin and killin people today, is , is, well, to be expected from a Society of such backward, depraved, and misguided a bunch of idiots as the Radical Mooselimbs..

They are the kinda people(and I use that term very litely) that we have a term for around here amongst us Rednecks.. We say they are the kind that would go out on the porch to shit, and then thro it back in the house !!

Thats about the best way I can explain some old coot with a white beard that is still pissed over seein Doris Day's legs back in 1949..

I just thought I'd give you a good idea of who James Baker and the rest of the Appeasers and Surrender Monkeys are wantin us to have "TALKS" with !!

UPDATE: I tried this link before I put it up again.. I hope it works this time..

UPDATE 2: I dont know why, but the hyperlink keeps puttin this blog addy in front of the link and that is why it wont go thru.. Just use the link addy in the comments till I can figger out what the SNAFU is.. Sorry for the trouble folks..

Monday, February 05, 2007

Who Would You Pick ??

Looks like its gonna be a "free-for-all" in the run to be our next "Fearless Leader" (President)..

The list of the choices we could be faced with, so far, leaves me UNDERwhelmed !!

My question is : WHY ?? We have some of the best prospective Leaders of the Greatest, Most Powerful Country in the World, yet, we have these, at the best, semi-contemptable challengers that persue the Post..

There is a list as long as my arm of uniquely qualified people fit for the position of POTUS..

I have my list, topped by Gen. Tommy Franks, but if you had YOUR CHOICE, who would you like to see on the Ballot come election time ??

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Connect The Dots

I've been havin "that" feelin again the last coupla days, and its gettin pretty strong.. I've been beatin the bushes cause I know the answer is out there somewhere, and I thank I may have found a coupla more of the questions..

These 2 stories have struck a nerve and I aim to see if I can put some of it together.. Most of it is explainin itself tho.. Take a look at em and see if you find somethin I may have missed.. It dont paint a very promisin picture for the near future tho..

from here:

New Evidence Ties Former Soviet Spy's Death to American Hiroshima

From Battalion of Deborah:

by Paul L. Williams and Jeffrey M. Epstein

New evidence has come to light that Alexander Litvinenko may have been involved with Islamic terrorists in the preparation of tactical nuclear weapons for use in the jihad against the United States and its NATO allies.

Read the rest ..


from here:

Circle Your Calendars

Ahmadinejad: On February 11, Islamic Republic's nuclear rights 'will be established'

ynet - "Giant achievements" by Iran will be unveiled by its president, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, in the coming days, the Iranian Fars news agency reported on Saturday.

The Iranian news agency said an upcoming dramatic announcement on Iran's nuclear "rights" would be made on February 11. The report was accompanied by a series of announcements heralding alleged Iranian technological and medical breakthroughs, including an "AIDS cure."

Read the rest ..

Friday, February 02, 2007

A New Twist

War in the Shadows

There are two interesting news stories breaking today which may be conceptually related. From Pajamas Media roundup, various newpapers describe how a British terror team possibly composed of ethnic Pakistanis, planned to kill, torture and behead a Muslim British soldier in exchange for a troop withdrawal from Iraq. Then comes news that Osama's brother in law, long suspected to be an al-Qaeda money man, has been killed and robbed by a "mob" in Madagascar, who just happened to steal not only his money but his laptop. Has the War on Terror, long the province of the Big Battalions, now acquired a secondary character as a contest of assassinations?

continued at Belmont Club(blogroll)

comments: Wretchard at Bellmont Club has dug up somethin that has my interest keyed-up.. You will miss some GOOD stuff if you dont read the comments to his post too tho !!

If this interests you too, then come back and lets talk about it..

The "Remnants"

Beating Despair

Kim du Toit

February 1, 2007
7:50 AM

I read this post at Kevin’s the other day, and it brought a few thoughts to mind. Here’s a sample of his gloom (excluding all the links):

I’m tired of it. I’m tired of standing up and trying to get people to look. I’m tired of “Global Warming” - the next boogeyman the people who believe that only an all-powerful State can save us from certain destruction (though many will unfortunately have to be sacrificed, of course - eggs and omlettes, you understand) are pushing as the excuse to control our lives. I’m tired of the War on Terror - to some extent a boogeyman itself - being used to build the mechanisms that can (and will eventually) be used to the same end. I’m tired of the War on (some) Drugs™ being used to disembowel the Fourth and Fifth Amendments. I’m tired of politicians butchering the First Amendment. I’m tired of the Courts eviscerating the Second. I’m tired of our institutions of “higher learning” turning out ignorant but politically correct useful idiots in an endless cycle that ever more resembles the swirling of a toilet bowl.

In short, I’m tired of watching Western Civilization commit seppuku with a dull, rusty spoon. No ceremony. No hope of restored honor. No hope.

It was the sentence ”I’m tired of standing up and trying to get people to look” which resonated with me, because I sometimes feel the same way.

But I refuse to let it get me down, because I have the antidote to that feeling, and it comes from (no surprise) Albert Jay Nock. In Isaiah’s Job, Nock writes:

One evening last autumn, I sat long hours with a European acquaintance while he expounded a political-economic doctrine which seemed sound as a nut and in which I could find no defect. At the end, he said with great earnestness: “I have a mission to the masses. I feel that I am called to get the ear of the people. I shall devote the rest of my life to spreading my doctrine far and wide among the population. What do you think?”

...and Nock responds that he’s going to be wasting his time: that “the masses” aren’t going to be moved by what he has to say, and all he’ll experience is a profound feeling of failure.
But, of course, Nock has the answer:

“There is a Remnant there that you know nothing about. They are obscure, unorganized, inarticulate, each one rubbing along as best he can. They need to be encouraged and braced up because when everything has gone completely to the dogs, they are the ones who will come back and build up a new society; and meanwhile, your preaching will reassure them and keep them hanging on. Your job is to take care of the Remnant, so be off now and set about it.”

And that is what keeps me going.

I’m not going to be as vain as to think that my job is anything as important as Isaiah’s. But in terms of what I write on this website, I will say that, by and large, I get most of it right—the rest being either through my own ignorance, or through the issue itself being insoluble. (I know I drive many of my Loyal Readers to distraction over my indifference on the abortion issue, to give but one example.)

What I don’t care about is whether what I have to say is popular, or finds acceptance with many people. The people who do agree with me, fine; the people who don’t are welcome not to—in Nock’s words, ”Anyone who liked might listen; anyone who liked might pass by.”

I am not as patient a man as Nock, though, which is why I don’t allow discussions of a radical nature on this website. (Some examples, again: I’m not interested in debating whether socialism is better than capitalism—it isn’t—or whether pure libertarianism is a feasible form of social order—it isn’t—or whether Hillary Clinton would make a good President—she wouldn’t.)

Of course, this lays me open to charges of creating an “echo chamber” on this website, a charge which was leveled at The Mrs. during a discussion of libertarianism on her website.

Frankly, I don’t care what people call me, or what they think of what I have to say. I say my piece; and those who like, can listen, and those who (don’t) like, can FOAD pass by.

Every so often, I admit, I do feel the way Kevin does. Here’s where it happens.

I look at my traffic numbers, and suddenly realize that my words are reaching a large number of people. But all that does is set me up for disappointment. I might issue a ringing call to arms, that everyone should write to their Congressweasel right away about Issue X; and then, when a total of three (3) letters actually get sent, I get depressed.

Of course, that’s the trap. It doesn’t matter that only three letters get sent; it doesn’t matter if no letters get sent. What matters is that I may have got one, just one person to think about what I’ve written, and be encouraged that he isn’t the only one in the world who thinks the way he does. That’s Nock’s message—and as soon as I remember it, I find tranquillity once more.

Because at the end of the day, Western Civilization will be saved not by great huge mass movements, or by heroic feats of socio-political evangelism. Western civilization will be saved by a whole bunch of individuals doing the right thing, one citizen at a time.

Sound familiar?

comment: Kim is in my blogroll on the right, and this is just another example why I keep him there.. This just struck a chord with me since sometimes I too have a yearnin to reach the "masses" and get dissappointed when I yell "I'm mad as hell" out the window and then dont hear anyone else return it..

But there is a quote that I keep handy:

"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."
Mary Anne Radmacher quotes

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Slow Down A Little !!

I thank I stole this from Old Fashioned Living several years ago and have kept it and read it and taken it to heart.. As I sit here and watch it snowin and folks runnin about as fast as their little legs and their cars will carry them, I caint help but thank about this story and I thought I might pass it along to those that in a hurry to get somewhere today..

Weary from the corporate climb, I thought about my
grandmother's legacy of love and homemade soup

By Barbara Davey

Have you ever noticed the busier your life seems to
be, the more empty it appears to become? I remember
staring at my date book early one Monday morning --
scores of meetings, deadlines, projects leered back at
me, assailing my senses and demanding my attention. An
aging baby-boomer, I had been climbing the proverbial
"corporate ladder" for over 25 years. I had worked
hard, earned a coveted corner office, wore designer
suits, and frequented the "hottest" social clubs in
the big city. However, that morning a nagging
emptiness continued to permeate my thoughts, and I
remember ruminating for the umpteenth time, what does
all this really matter?

And lately, with all this introspection, I've been
remembering my beloved grandmother and the lovely
little town in which I had grown up. Gram had a sixth
grade education, an abundance of kitchen table wisdom,
and a wonderful sense of humor. Everyone who met her
thought it was so appropriate that she had been born
on April 1 -- the day of practical jokes, good laughs,
and hearty humor -- and she certainly spent her
lifetime buoying up everyone's spirits.

Cerebral she was not, but to a child, Disney World
personified. Every activity with Gram became an event,
an occasion to celebrate, a reason to laugh. Looking
back, I realize it was a different time, a different
sphere. Family, fun and food, though nature also
played an important role.

Gram had always loved birds. "If I could come back
here as something else, it would be a bird -- a big
red one," she'd say. "Why," I used to ask. "Because
birds are beautiful. They fly like God's angels." So
birds became a part of our routine. As a child, I
would accompany Gram feeding pigeons in the park,
songbirds in the garden, and seagulls at the

Years later, I think I tried to recapture some of
Gram's affinity with nature. One winter to celebrate
the solstice, I coaxed my husband to help me in
assembling an elaborate bird feeder outside our
kitchen window. For weeks, I'd fill it with "gourmet"
birdseed, only to have the wind scatter them. Looking
back, I had never seen a bird near the feeder, so I
eventually stopped filling it.

But as much as Gram enjoyed her birds, meals were her
mainstay -- occasions to be planned, savored and
enjoyed. Hot, sit-down breakfasts were mandatory. The
preparation of lunch began at 10:30 every morning,
with homemade soup simmering, and dinner plans started
at 3:30 p.m. with a telephone call to the local
butcher to make a delivery. Gram spent a lifetime
meeting the most basic needs of her family.

Later that Monday evening as I stopped to pick up yet
another take-out meal, my mind traveled back to her
kitchen. The old oak kitchen table, with the single
pedestal...the endless pots of soups, stews and
gravies perpetually simmering on the stove top... the
homey tablecloths stained with love from a meal past.
"My gosh," I thought with a start. "I'm 47 years old,
and I have yet to make a pot of soup or stew from

Suddenly, the cardboard containers filled with gourmet
food nestled in my passenger seat next to me seemed
almost obscene. I felt as if I had been blessed with a
wonderful legacy, and for one reason or another, have
never quite gotten to the point of passing it on.

The following day, I rummaged through the attic
searching for a cardboard box that had been stowed
away. Thirty years ago, that box had been given to me
when Gram decided to move from the old homestead. I
vaguely remember going through my "inheritance" as a
teen. Every granddaughter had received a pocketbook,
mine was a jeweled evening bag, circa 1920. I
remembered I carried it at my college graduation.
However, being a headstrong teen at the time of my
"inheritance," I never really bothered with the rest
of the contents. They remained sealed in that same
box, buried somewhere in the attic.

It wasn't that difficult to locate the box, and it was
even easier to open it. The tape was old, and gave way
easily. Lifting the top, I saw Gram had wrapped some
items in old linen napkins -- a butter dish, a vase
and at the very bottom, one of her old soup pots. The
lid was taped to the pot itself. I peeled back the
tape and removed the lid.

At the bottom of the pot was a letter, penned in
Gram's own hand:

My darling Barbara,

I know you will find this one day many years from
now.... While you are reading this please remember how
much I loved you, for I'll be with the angels then,
and I won't be able to tell you myself...

You were always so headstrong, so quick, so much in a
hurry to grow up. I often had wished that I could have
kept you a baby forever....When you stop running, when
it's time for you to slow down, I want you to take out
your Gram's old soup pot, and make your house a home.
I have enclosed the recipe for your favorite soup, the
one I used to make for you when you were my baby.

Remember I love you, and love is forever...

Your Gram

I sat reading that note over and over that morning,
sobbing that I had not appreciated her enough when I
had her... "You were such a treasure," I moaned, "Why
didn't I even bother to look inside this pot while you
were still alive...!"

Needless to say, my briefcase remained locked, the
answering machine continued to blink, and the
disasters of the outside world were put on hold. I had
a pot to soup to make, and for once, my priority was

Hours later, after cutting, mincing and dicing, the
smell of soup began to waft through the kitchen. I
closed my eyes. It was as if Gram were here again, I
could almost feel her arms around me. I got up to
close the kitchen window, as I didn't want any of this
precious memory to escape.

At first, I thought I had imagined it, so I blinked.
But it was still there, sitting in the middle of my
empty bird feeder, cocking its head, and staring at
me...the most beautiful, brilliant cardinal I had ever

Now to go make a skillet of cornbread to go with the huge pot of homemade beef stew thats just about ready.. Let it snow !!