Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial Day 2013

A gentle lesson.

Some congratulate Veterans on Memorial Day.

I worked behind the shop and mowed the entire lawn today.

And thought............

Of all the barbeques and boats bobbing in the lake and all the bottles and cans of beer Consumed...

but, I didn't think much on them.


Please in no way take the next words as rebuke.  I was honored to serve my country as I thought I understood it and the Constitution we took oath to defend.  I am honored that you think of me as hero.  I will always try to be that for you as much as I know how.  My time as soldier marked me forever, ill or good.  Contributed to what and how I am today.  I have an ever greater appreciation of that as the days go by.

But, Memorial day, I'm afraid, will always be a time of sadness somewhat for me, for it is not just the barbeques, or the parades and the politicians high sounding blathering s to masses of ignorant sheeple.  Not stupid people, but people who yearn to have someone tell them what to think and do

Rather, I remember the dead I personally know and those I never knew, except through stories and histories, personal accounts of people who did know and serve with them, before my time and now in wars and conflicts both known and unknown, who believed and believe they were/are doing something required and right, whether it is/was or not, whether it truly made a difference, or not.

I remember the mother and father I had to inform that their precious son was not just missing, but gone.  Obliterated as if he had never been in the front seat of that Cobra, never ran home from school with excitement to tell of what he had learned that day, never taken his first turn behind the wheel of the family car, mother or father nervously watching, hoping he'd never be in an accident where they were not there to guide and counsel him out of the danger zone.
Remember those I saw fall, salute the boots and helmets, grief for the lose of their camaraderie, shameful for the relief that........there but for the grace of God.........

Mine not the only story, only one........one out of all the hundreds of thousands. 

Stories we should remember with sadness and pride, not only on Memorial Day, but each and every day.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

AGW Just Damn

Can you believe this weather?
No?
Neither do I.  52 degrees on May 4th, 9:20 in the am. with wind blowing 15 to 30 mph.

I've always been glad to live in the South............ Now?  I'm beginning to want to move farther south.

This is the time I've lain by corn before, or was at least giving it a first weeding.  Around the Kudzu area the farmers are just now planting their silage corn, and probably wondering if they'll have to re-plant

Makes me want to go and stick a pin in Al Gore

Saturday, April 27, 2013

The Possum

Ol' "Possum" is gone.  All my life I've identified with so many of the lyrics he wrote and the songs he sang.  Always leading with his heart.  And sometime having that sucker stomped flat.  Like I say, "identify".
If I could go back in time and change any of the choices.......... I don't believe truly that I'd change a one.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

For the love of little Chill dren

And the peace of mind of all the world, you need to turn in those evil guns right now.

Never mind that just over 129 years ago our peace loving government disarmed almost 300 of our citizens with heroic bravery.

http://www.commonsensejunction.com/?p=21553&print=1

December 29, 2012 marked the 122nd Anniversary of the murder of 297 Sioux Indians at Wounded Knee Creek on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. These 297 people, in their winter camp, were murdered by federal agents and members of the 7th Cavalry who had come to confiscate their firearms “for their own safety and protection.” The slaughter began after the majority of the Sioux had peacefully turned in their firearms. The Calvary began shooting, and managed to wipe out the entire camp. 200 of the 297 victims were women and children. About 40 members of the 7th Cavalry were killed, but over half of them were victims of fratricide from the Hotchkiss guns of their overzealous comrades-in-arms. Twenty members of the 7th Cavalry’s death squad, were deemed “National Heroes” and were awarded the Medal of Honor for their acts of [cowardice] heroism.

With, I have been told, approximately 1/16 Cherokee blood running through my veins, and the rest consisting of the blood of US citizens going back to at least the early 1700's I'm really reassured by the care and concern our government is showing for us.


Thursday, January 10, 2013

Wiping the sweat from my prepetuallly furrowed brow

Whew!.

I've been hunkered down here in the Kudzu Grotto (KG) since before Santy Claws time worrying about that there Financial Cliff (FC) that all those news people on the Big Rectangular Must Have Information Box (BRMHIB) sitting there so smugly catty cornered in the blue room, even those crackpots on the Fox beauty pageant channel, have been yammering on since the election.  Even to the point of keeping my haid down for more than a week after they claimed they'd fixed it forever and ever, amen!   I've seen too many rabbits shot down like the furry raskals they are cause they just couldn't sit there, all hunched up and hidden like, til those evil gun toting, bible fearing, kindergarden killers walked right on by with their eyes clouded over cause they know so damned much totin' they ass haulter AK's.

I ain't gonna be the first rabbit to run just cause some pompadoured talking head said everything was just fine now.

And that may be a good thing since I jest took a look at how many gazillion greenbacks is gonna be sweated by us field hands for the benefit of our betters and masters.  Which will enable them to pay off all our IOU's down at the plantation warehouse and general store, stead of them just adding on more to the totals on those brown paper sacks they keep fer each 'un of us in the hogshead barrel in the back room.

http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2013-01-01/putting-americas-tax-hike-perspective

I feel so much better now.

I can climb up the financial ladder to the surface and take a shower under the garden hose with some Dawn dishwashing liquid, cause the better half was beginning to cringe a little bit when she thought I might be fixin to ask her for a little hug to wipe all my fears away.

Every thing be coming up roses now, fer shore!

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Not sure of the math they used.....

But this is way more murders that all the gun and knife murders, or all murders for that matter in the US for that year.

http://www.breitbart.com/Big-Government/2013/01/08/A-Joyful-Planned-Parenthood-We-Aborted-Over-333-000-Babies-In-2011

I wonder how long before we ban abortions in this country?

Oh yeah!  This is apparently what we the people want.

Karma's a bitch ain't it.

Shades of Solyndra

Maybe I'm just a conspiracy nut, but, I've got to wonder if this loan is payoff for political donations to the O'bummer campaign.

http://www.detroitnews.com/article/20130109/AUTO0104/301090398/Nissan-launching-production-Leaf-U-S-?odyssey=mod|newswell|text|FRONTPAGE|s

"Nissan Motor Co. said it will begin U.S. production of its all-electric Leaf on Thursday in Tennessee as part of a $1.4 billion government loan."

We all know how well those other green loans turned out.


Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed

I've got to wonder if this guys karma is good or bad.

Whatever, his luck is spectacularly bad........or good, depending on how he looks at it.

http://www.myfoxorlando.com/story/20541269/pennsylvania-man-fails-at-2-suicide-attempts-on-interstate-before-work


"State police say a man twice tried to kill himself on Interstate 79 in southwestern Pennsylvania before going to work".


Friday, December 21, 2012

Mariah

One of the smaller benefits of living atop a slight hill surrounded by pasture and fields is that there is absolutely nothing to stop the wind from sliding under the porch and around the foundation, through myriad cracks and holes of this 113 year old farmhouse.  Especially on the first day of winter and the end of the world as we knew it.  Damn those Mayans!

Even the Leland Cypress trees along the road  don't slow it down, and the bare branches of the Post, Blackjack, Southern Red and White Oaks only seem to intensify the cold as the wind howls among them.

The good news is that unless Armageddon happens within the next two hours, twelve minutes, Spring is only 3 months away.  That means that here in NE GA we'll be getting some 70 degree days along about the end of February.  Sorry Minnosota............sucks to be you.

In honor of the wind.......

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Way out west, they got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire's joe and
They call the wind Mariah

O no, Mariah blows the stars around
And sends the clouds a-flying
Mariah makes the mountain sounds
Like folks were up there dying
Mariah, They call the wind Mariah

Now before I knew Mariahs name
And heard her wail and whining
I had a girl and she had me
And the sun was always shining
O, but then one day I left my girl
I left her far behind me
And now I'm lost, I'm oh so lost
Not even God can find me


Mariah, O, Mariah, They call the wind Mariah
I hear they got a name for rain
And wind and fire only
But when you're lost and all alone
There ain't no words but lonely
And I'm a lost and lonely man
Without a star to guide me
Mariah, blow your love to me
I need my girl beside me
He, Mariah, O, Mariah
I'm lonely can't you see
Mariah, O, Mariah
Please blow my love to me
Mariah, blow my love to me