I have always loved the ................

........BILL OF RIGHTS, as amendments that really defined this country. Especially the original 12 amendments. I will defend to the death your right to free speech, or your right to keep and bear arms..

Now they have said that you have a right, under the constitution, to burn an American Flag, as part of your right to free speech, as expressing your feelings.
Just be aware that I will exercise me right and responsibility under the oath I took many years ago when I joined the army, to run over and kick your sorry ass and do my damnedest to shove that burning flag down you throat or up your ass.

But I am really steamed over the defacement that was allowed to happen by the very people who had a responsiblilty to prevent it this past saturday.

The leaders of the capitol police who told them to retreat should be hung for treason or at the very least reduced in rank to the lowest in the force and then fired for cause.

I intend to write to both my Senators and my congressman, and also to all the congressional delagates from Georgia about this and make my feelings known and promise in no way to support any of them in the next elections unless they take action on this matter, and to report back to me in writing of the actions they have taken or not taken and their reasons why.

I encourgage every person who stops by here to send a similar request to all those who stop by their blog to do the same.

Congress needs to feel the heat on this one people. You don't have to do anything.
But, if you don't, you'll deserve the government you get.

You can't hide under the vines on this one.

The link to get the address of your congress critters is HERE

I'd love to hear what your representive has to say.
I'll let you know what mine say.

Oh Woe is us.

I'm jst sitting here at the puter and I hear the TV two rooms away, where the spousal unit and her father are watching the evening news.

And as sometimes happens your ear picks out something that you have a strong opinion on, even though your weren't really listening to the news.

Apparently they had a big anti-war ralley in D. C. today.. This female was speaking to a reporter and she says, "I'm so sorry that we are having to do this today. We didn't learn the lessons of Vietnam".

What a waste of space between a pair of ears.

If you can't see the differences between the war in South Vietnam and Iraq, you are just about to dumb to draw breath. Hopefully the dumb bitch doesn't have any children. I'd hate to think she's propagating her kind. But she probably is, and since I didn't see her or know anthing about her, I can't go and rid the world of a pimple on the asshole of the world.

For those of you who have forgotten, we got involved in Vietnam, for better or worse because we had a treaty that required us to do so. South Vietnam, having been divided from North Vietnam by that worthless pile of moldering Excretment called the United Nations (pause to spit) signed a treaty with many of her neighbors and the U.S. that if any of the signors were attacked the others would come to the aid of their treaty partner, which we, the U.S., Australia, Republic Of South Korea, Tiawan, and I don't know if any others contributed or not, did. A lawful and required action under the terms of the treaty. If a man, or a country give their word, they aren't honorable unless they keep that word.

Yes, it did turn into a cluster fuck. But, not because of a lack of heroism and committment on the part of the american fighting men, but, rather because of politicians seeking votes from this constituancy or other and caring nothing about honor (a disease that inflects them even more today). We litteraly had the war won three times that I know of and the North Vietnamese have admitted, when the gutless politicians in D.C. (pause to spit) bargined it away, caring nothing for honor and the valour of their troops. A large number of our own citizens share the shame and dishonour of that disgrace.

Now we are engaged in the defining struggle of our time and the time of the next generation.

Let us not forget that we are the ones being attacked, before 9/11 and after. We could identify the enemy. The previous administration had identifyed the same enemy. The difference was the magnitude of the attack and the outrage of the citizenry and the fact that we had a President who took seriously his oath of office to defend the constitution of this country and by implication the country and with the overwhelming support of this country answered this implicant announcement of war on us by an identifiable enemy with force.

We soundly kicked the Taliban and Al Queda in Afganistan's collective asses.
We identified and other countries such as france (pause to spit) Germany, Even the Vaunted U.N. (gag me with a maggot) declared that So damn Insane the dictator of Iraq was a danger and supported the Al Queda and their terrorists, AND that he was working toward having weapons of mass destruction.

So we Acted, as any soverign Nation worthy of holding its head up would, by acting under a U.N. (pause to vomit) resolution, and with the support of the majority of the Congress (Shaking head in disgust) of both the democan, and republicrats.

Some of you were too young to remember the shame and humiliation of this country, after Nixon, Ford, and Jimmy Carter (Pig piss be upon him and his house forever).

We were a pitiable lot let me tell you, trembling at our shadow, like a dog shitting razor blades.

We outgrew it, we overcame it, we directly were responsibe for the failure of Communism in the USSR. The world became a better place, a more optimistic place. But instead of answering small attackes on us during the Clinton years with determination and resolve, we ignored them and and focused on his diliance with a 21 year old intern who had stated clearly her resolve to a friend of 'going to Washington and earning her kneepads.

So, we have come to this........

.......What does the future hold?

Will we be mice......
.....................or Men?

YOU need.......

.......to read THIS and pass it along to as many as you can.

Do it for the children......

A long, long time ago.........

.......I can still remember....
A book that I read by Dr. Gary North, called 'The Politics of Envy'.

I had never given much thought to envy. I thought that it was about the same as jealousy, as in, 'I am jealous of his good fortune' or, I am envious of his good fortune. As I said I thought I knew the definitions, and thought they were interchangeable.

Dr. North wrote that envy was much the worse, because if you were envious of someones good fortune, or looks, or car you wanted what they had for yourself and didn't want them to have it either.

Herewith, the definitions of both, you decide.

jeal·ous (jls)
adj.
1. Fearful or wary of being supplanted; apprehensive of losing affection or position.
2.
a. Resentful or bitter in rivalry; envious: jealous of the success of others.
b. Inclined to suspect rivalry.
3. Having to do with or arising from feelings of envy, apprehension, or bitterness: jealous thoughts.
4. Vigilant in guarding something: We are jealous of our good name.
5. Intolerant of disloyalty or infidelity; autocratic: a jealous God.

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[Middle English jelous, from Old French gelos, jealous, zealous, from Vulgar Latin *zlsus, from Late Latin zlus, zeal; see zeal.]


en·vy (nv)
n. pl. en·vies
1.
a. A feeling of discontent and resentment aroused by and in conjunction with desire for the possessions or qualities of another.
b. The object of such feeling: Their new pool made them the envy of their neighbors.
2. Obsolete Malevolence.
tr.v. en·vied, en·vy·ing, en·vies
1. To feel envy toward.
2. To regard with envy.

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[Middle English envie, from Old French, from Latin invidia, from invidus, envious, from invidre, to look at with envy : in-, in, on; see en-1 + vidre, to see; see weid- in Indo-European roots. V., from Middle English envien, from Old French envier, from Latin invidre.]

I think what Dr. North was trying to make reference to was the resentment aspect of Envy. Where people who are less wealthy are envious of those more wealthy, and resent them for having more than they.

The premise of the book was that many of the laws passed in this country arise from the desire of a large portion of the populace to punish those who had more of whatever those without did not have.

I believe he is right.

What brings this line of thought on you ask. As well you might..

Our neighbor came over this evening and asked if we had noticed someone at her home today. Apparently her storage shed had been broken into and every thing in it taken.

I had noticed someone this morning and allowed as how I had. Descriptions as best I had followed. (not the best I'm afraid, since I thought I had seen the truck there before).

Her brother, she suspected, and promptly dragged me over to repeat my observations to the police officer there.

She is moving it turned out and everything was mostly out of the house. However I had only known that she had her property for sale, not that she was for all intents moved out already.

People, being people, there will always be those who try to get something for nothing, or very little effort.

I hope I'm not one of them. I don't begrudge anyone anything they have.. Oh, there are many things I wish for that I don't have. But, not at someone else's expense.
And the richer a person becomes, as long as he obtains that wealth honestly, the more pleased I am for them.

I hope the lady gets her stuff back. And if it is her brother.......I hope she kicks him in the balls before they haul his sorry ass off to jail.

I didn't say I don't have a little vindictive streak.

Go to Hell.........

........that's what some parts of the world want the USA to do.

People like Hugo Chavez and Kim Jong IL, Amalamadingdong, and many others too numerous to mention (plus I hold them in such low regard, why should I try?).

It seems that wherever someone wants to impose their will on either their own country, someone else's country, their local township or the whole world for that matter, they feel that they have to first run down whoever is top dog at the moment.
For this moment and most of the moments since 1945, it has been The Republic of the United States of America. (wouldn't it be nice if that was this countries official title used in every instance when refering to the Union of States that we call 'the' USA.)

Why, I ask myself?? They didn't run down the old USSR. Of course the soviets were almost as bad as some of the assholes running around today. Except, of course, they knew they were lying to the world the whole time. Hell if we hadn't kept them fed thru loans, grants and most favored nation status they would have starved probably in the '60's or '70's.

Only reason they lasted so long is the proponderance of The Socialist media and so called pundits and commentators. As also the weak spined and willed so called Congress critters in D.C.

Call me crazy if you want, but if anyone was really a staunch anti-Communist like the late Larry McDonald,(remember him?) they were eliminated or ridiculed by anyone with a public voice.

Of course most of the citizens of this country (not my noble 8 or 10 readers, of course) want some one to take care of them, and then like most half-witted creatures, resent the hell out of anyone who will take care of them, either by choice (the politicians who are so willing to use YOUR money (which represents a portion of your life and effort), or the unwilling (the rich) where according to IRS statistics the top top 16% pay 85% of the income taxes collected each year. Don't tell me you would let them take such a large share of your paycheck (remember; your life, time and effort)if they didn't force you to by force of law, or your own fear. And don't give me any crap about the evil corporations not paying their fair share. They don't pay taxes. It's just money they get from their customers and pass along as a cost of doing business.

I guess what I'm trying to get around to in between all this ranting and rambling is this,........

What do you think would happen around the world, if tomorrow all of our troops were pulled back inside our borders, our ships and aircraft only patrolling out to the international border lines around our country. If all of our manufacturing and production capablities were actually here in this country and those of other countries moved at once to anywhere but here?

Would the dictators, do-gooders, Islamofacists, socialists and the like, then only play among themselves and point their fingers at us as taking our ball and going home, or would they realise that they could not survive nearly as well without the great free (for the time being) enterprise system we have here? Or would they try to overthrow us and take our wealth (of all kinds) for their due?

I don't know. I do know that it erks me no end to have to listen to every one and their brother cut down the remnants of a once, and perhaps future, Great Republic.

Guess it's a good thing that I have the kudzu to keep me occupied. Ya thin?

There were times.......

......in Northern I Corps, South Vietnam when I was just awed at the beauty of the country.

There were sunsets and sunrises which would absolutly take your breath away.
Mountains just totally covered in triple canopy jungle, which rose almost vertically from the valley floor, four, five, seven thousand feet into the air.

As a fling wing gunship pilot, I have made gun runs over waterfalls which cascaded one after the other thousands of feet to the narrow valley floor upon which the enemy had the misfortune to be spotted.

Plateus such as Khe Shan, which rose vertically at the end of a long narrow valley to 2000 feet above sea level and then flattened out to a broad plane bordered by mountains and streching to Laos along QL9 to Co Roc on the border, and to 5000' vertical mountains in the Tri Border, where N. Vietnam, S. Vietnam and Laos met.

Got quite a shock one fine day as we were hunting along the southen wall of the mountains there. A wall of black rock that probably rose 3000 ft from the base to almost the top. We were circling our scout with our northern arc maybe 2000 feet up with the wall maybe 500 feet from us when my copilot screamed, "there's people on the mountain"!! That'll get your attention real quick like.

Closer examination showed them to be Rock Apes, (OK, maybe they weren't technically Rock Apes, but we didn't know better) only there for the sceanry, but let me assure you, hearts were in throats since they held the high ground. We let them live, to enjoy the sights another day.

So I can appreciate Michaels article on some of the fauna in Iraq. If you're not reading him, you could do worse things than check him out from time to time.

War, as Sherman is supposed to have said, 'is Hell', but there are times as Patton is supposed to have said 'God help me, I do love it so'.

Just Damn!!!

There I am, cruising south on 441 with the cruise control set at 65 on the Jag, minding my own freaking business when a yearling Turkey Vulture , or Buzzard as we call them here, hops off a deer carcass and crashes directly into the lower left part of the windshield.

Oh, no doubt he's dead. Sounded like you had dropped a dead body from the top of the Super Bowl.

Spider web cracks about a foot across. Lucky no damage other than that.

Does anyone know where I can get a cheap windshield for a '98 Jag XJ8?

I generally have good feelings towards buzzards. They provide a valuable service of helping rid the country side of decaying carcasses. I mean they'll eat till they have to puke and then go right back to eating. Get so gorged that they can't fly. Likely what happened to this guy. Over max gross weight and tried to take off downwind.

But, man can they soar when they get into the air. As an old fling wing driver, I have to admire their ability to ride the wind. It'd almost be worth eating dead rotting, bloated carrion just to be able to fly like that.

MORE PROOF........

..As if it were necessary to prove that our own Government Does not have our, THE PEOPLE'S interests at heart.

You need to READ THIS and consider who our enemys are, Who conspires against us, Who vows to bring this country down to the status of a third world country.

I'll probably add more to this later. Right now their is a RCOB over my vision and I need to ruminate while on the road today.

Update: This still rubs me the wrong way. It is easy to say that the country is going to hell in a handbasket. But it seems as if every time you turn around we hear of how this or that country is an enemy. Then the next day or so we hear of how we're giving them so much in foreign aid, or showing them thru the pentegon, or a top secret military site, or training their officers in the school of the Americas.
Do you ever think that the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing up in the Asylum on the Potomic.

I realize that this country is really ruled by someone other than the president or the congress, but, you'd think that they would want the to keep the engine that keeps most of the world running in better shape. Perhaps they have more willing pawns or cheaper to buy pawns in third world countries.

It seems that Freedom is just a word they throw out to us to make us feel better.

I'm thinking we better be building and planning on how to get to Galt's Gulch sooner rather than latter. If you know not of which I speak it might behoove you to look it up. Study it. It's only 58 years old, but so prophetic.

If you have no concept of why freedom is good perhaps you might one day read The Law, or Proofs of a conspiricy.

If'n I knew how to get people to do it, I would not have anything to do with anyone who had not read The Law . It would be a small but courageous group.

It's not Paranoia............

.........if th' Bastards are really out to get you !

Unfortunately those who have lived with me and those who have know me for any length of time know of my propensity for ranting and raving about "Them" "They" "The powers that be", and the government in particular.

I had the fortune to be born long enough ago so that most of what we were taught about this country and the Constitution and Declaration of Independence was mostly correct. I know that the winners always write history books, but for the most part you could still ferret out the truth is you were willing to read enough and try to analyze what you had read. (back before you were taught that everyone was the same and had an equal right to what you produced and earned)

Bane may call me a losertarian, but I'm, I think, rightly proud to have for the most part considered myself a libertarian. How can a right thinking person ever want anything but liberty. In the old classical sense.

Our System of Government was set up with the ideal that we elected representatives to serve our interests in congress, and they were rightly called Public servants.

Now however, we watch what they do or don't do in D.C. and too many are thinking that what we are is getting Hosed over, and over, and over, and over again and again. Some of us are getting a little sore and raw, irritated by the lack of lubricant. So 'they' keep coming up with little ways to bend us to their will.

What I keep thinking is, (and this is probably not a correct quote here)

Rage, Rage, go not quietly into that dark night.

Just a little rage from the kudzu patch.

They should just wait until a little closer to closing time

From News of the Weird, comes this fascinating little tidbit.

Scamming the Horny Panda: One trick that zookeepers have used to get male pandas interested in mating with dowdier females (according to a December dispatch from Sichuan, China, in Australia's The Age) is to let an attractive female roam around a pen, leaving her scent, and then, in darkness, with the male in the pen and frisky at the scent, to introduce the less attractive female into the pen, back-end first, so that the pre-excited male will quickly begin copulating. Said zookeeper Zhang Hemin, "When the males find out (that they've just mated with unintended partners), they get very angry and start fighting the female. We have had to use firecrackers and a water hose to separate them." [The Age (Melbourne), 12-17-06]


Now ladies, can you all truthfully state before a jury of your peers that your never had a more attractive friend do the trolling for you?

And Guys? Can you state categorically that your standards don't go down as closing time draws near?

WoW.

1500 viewers. .

Amazing what some people will surf to isn't it.

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Is that you Kat?

A first

We kept our newest granddaughter last night and today.
So we were the first to see her crawl on her hands and knees today, instead of just rolling or wiggling like a little worm.
Amazing how fast she mastered the major requirements of crawling once she discovered that she could actually get somewhere that way. You could almost see the little light bulb go on in here little bald head.
She turned 7 months old on the 5th of January. Now if she would just get some teeth, and a little more hair.
Oh, yeah. She had to be mad as a hornet that nanny left her with me to go to the kitchen. She would crawl a little and just bawl. But, she did it.
Watching grandchildren grow up is more fun that watching your own. Experience tells you that they'll probably get thru everything their supposed to.

I was Going to ponder on this for a little while...

.......but,I realised that I have pondered this for years... so.....
inelagantly put, perhaps, but here goes.


LL posted This the other day, and it started picking at my brain.

I'm a baby boomer. I was born in Dec. 1949, not too many years after WWII.

With the exception of 6 yrs in the military, I lived until I was 35 on a dairy farm.

I was familiar with the circle of life from my earliest recollection. I witnessed births of cattle, dogs, cats. I watched as cows and bulls mated. I saw them get sick or injured. I saw them die, and in many cases helped them die.

We ate beef that we had grown. Also pork, game birds, fish of all kinds, and vegetables that we grew with our own efforts and the grace of God.

I wondered as a young man about the existence of God. Did he have a hand in the creation of this earth and all that in it is. Why would he go to the trouble, seeing as how we had wars, crime, all sorts of evil. Even 40 yrs ago, and I see no lessening of it today.

But I did finally receive a personal revelation to me that he does exist. I had only wondered before this, not disbelieving, just not sure.

What? you say, has this to do with being raised on a dairy farm?

My Grandfather, my Uncle and my father all were topnotch farmers and improvers of the stewardships placed in their hands. Farming is hard work, and you have to keep improving your stock to increase the amount of milk given for a given input of feed, husbandry and genetics.

When I read of stories like the one in LL'ss post, I wonder why instead of improving the genetics and capabilities of the human race, we seem to be devolving in some very important ways.

I know all about the abilities and knowledge of our scientists and learned men and women. But, doesn't it seem that we have more and more of the type of, I hate to say it, subhuman underclass that pulls us as a whole down? I mean, is it really necessary to wear your pants and underwear where the faintest breeze will cause them to drop and trip you.

By the time many children reach kindergarten age most of them have seen more of killing and violence than the most seasoned and hardened combat veteren.

Let's face it. Men will sow their seed in a knothole if nothing else presents its self. But their is no need to seek your pleasure or preference in lowness no matter your gender. I can't believe the number of women who will let themselves be treated as a knothole and accept it as no more than their due.

You can talk of your feminisim all you want. I'm all for strong, independent women. Knowledgable and capable. But look at the way many young girls act. Their heroines are Paris Hilton, (bet her grandfather is spinning in his grave) Brittany Spears. Her darling dad advised her on her career. (nothing but the best for his little slut)

Have we forgotten how to strive to better ourselves so as to improve the society within which we live. You don't have to look far no matter where you live to see examples of the meanness to which some people will descend. It is rampant in our culture.

I admit that most people which we all know, seem to be people you would like and want to associate with. But I know that we are all aware of that of which I speak.

The question is, Do we as a human race need to be more selective in our breeding, or in our nuturing?

Just wondering, and wandering, out here in the Kudzu, still seeking answers........

Whoaaa........

My daughter has a weird sense of humour. (wonder where that came from).
She sent me this today.





........Now this is just not right .

clicky clicky to enlarge.

I'm thinking it's time for a caption contest.

Ready......

set........

Go.....

That is if your eyes didn't burst from you head like ripe scuppernongs, and slide stickily down your cheeks to splatter as they reach the floor.

Lets have fun with this.

I'm alive but.............

.......Stuffed to the proverbial Gills.

Today started off with my being late.
I sat up till 1:00pm watching Kill Bill 1 & 2 last night. Normally I wouldn't watch such since bloodletting leaves me cold. Literally, cold both in my heart and brain.
I already know of the rage for vengenace that can wind around your soul like....
.......well... read the title of the blog. : BANE already thinks I'm too obsessed with the vine.

But something about the cartoon aspect and "Camp" degree held my attention, and I wanted to see it to the end just to see how it ended.

Anyway, I awoke late. Thankful for the shower last night, I hurried to shave and dress to go to meeting. New to the area, I was greeted with delight by some and ignored by those others who had something else on their minds. Nevertheless it was good to attend again.

As to the being stuffed......

.....My better half celebrated her 39th wedding anniversary Thursday by being so tired that staying home and resting was the order of the day.

So being the Kind and Generous Soul that I am, and having a promise from Ebeneezer of him paying for a Steak Dinner at the time of our choosing for working on his rental house...

......To Outback we went as soon as I arrived back at home.

Into the Blue Jag we piled, and drove about 8 miles in a driving rain to the object of both our desires.

First of all came the traditional "blooming onion". Now that has to be an artery clogger. Too good to be otherwise. Followed by a nice salad with just the right amount of dressing. Oh, and the bread and butter. I don't know how they get that dark color yeast bread, but your could troll me anywhere in the world with the heady scent of that loaf.....
...Then...
Just as that was enjoyed, and fully consumed...
.......the main Course.

Oh, the joy of being a carnivour and having placed before you Medium Rare Prime Rib.

Lightly seasoned with steamed veggies. A slightly teriyaki tasting sauce to dip each tender, moist and delectable bite into. Makes you put down your knife and fork and chew blissfully each bite so as to get the greatest taste sensations on your tongue, before flushing it down the throat and hungerily, ravenously, rapidly slicing off another bite to experience it once again.

Can you tell that we don't get out much and certainly not to a place where they bring your food out on real plates. Styrofoam being much more ecologically sensitive don't you know.

Satiated, we drove back to reality, where a required Sabbath nap allowed all that digesting cow to settle.

Ahhhhhh, all is right with the world.

Oh, and wonder of wonders, I was linked by my hero : BANE .

Well, This just........

...........pretty well sums it all up.

Your Deadly Sins

Sloth: 40%

Greed: 20%

Lust: 20%

Wrath: 20%

Envy: 0%

Gluttony: 0%

Pride: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14%

You will die while sleeping - and no one will notice.

How Sinful Are You?

I'm lazy.. Too lazy even to lust with a great deal of enthusiasm. Oh yeah, and I eat too much.. We'll tell me something I didn't know.

Thanks Eric , one hell of a lot for the link and subsuquent blow to my self esteem. Even if I'm not going to Hell, If everyone is like me it'll be a damn dull place. I don't even know how to play a kazoo much less a harp. And as for singing........fergiddaboutit. I'd scare every one else off the cloud.

The required amount......

.......of collard greens, black eyed peas, and hog meat were consumed down at Eldest daughters today. This to ensure that the New Year will see me with plenty of coin, and green in my pockets this year. Up to me I suppose to try to hang on to a little of it.

All this washed down by diet Mtn. Dew, and topped off with a wedge of Waffle House Pecan (pronounced pee cawn) pie. Ohhhh the sugary goodness of that traditional artery buster is hard to beat.

Eldest daughters only Son, the mighty deerslayer himself, added to his already large count of carcasses with two more this morning early. Eldest daughter is happy because the freezers are filled to overflowing and they may have to give some of this latest venison away.
Remember Guys, If mama ain't happy, AIN'T NOBODY HAPPY.

I'm happy I didn't have to do dishes.

After a very necessary nap after this faboulous repast, The main spousal unit and I returned to The Classic City, and old Ebernezer Scrooge himself. He had to eat turnip greens which he hates. Oh well, we tried to get him to come with us.

Well, back to the salt mines tomorrow for a lot of you people. Me? I'll probably try to come up with some scheme to obtain enough money to pay a few of the bills. Without seeming to work at much of anything..

Anyway, off to a good start I hope. LOL to all of you out there who wander by here from time to time. Thanks.

Out with the old........

........in with the New Year.

It's 10:52 on the eve of the New Year.

No racous parties here at the kdzu homesite. Well, Young Frankenstein is on the tube. I love the scene where while holding Terri Garr, whatisname says what huge knockers. And she titters (sorry) and says "why thank you".

I guess I should be thinking of how I need to change things for the new year. Sorry, I tend to do most things on the spur of the moment. No forethought. Very little planning.

Neal Boortz is fond of saying that continuing to do the same thing, over and over, and expecting to get a different result is the defination of insanity. Well there are some who have had doubts about my sanity for many years. Some would include me. They even pay me a little based on that.

Boortz has had some influence on my libertarian leanings over the years. All right, I confess that I did vote for Regan and Bush I & II. The alternatives scared the living hell out of me and still do. But I'm on medication and am doing much better now . They've cured me of thinking that any of the members of our two national parties are worthy of a vote, even to keep out the demons at the door.

I often said that we should have Jimbo Peanut, so the country and economy could collapse and we might be on the path back to constituiional protections of our God give rights. A pipe dream I guess, but at least we wouldn't be actin insanely every four years.

But as is my wont, I digress. This post is supposed to be about how I want to change things inso far as I have power in the coming New Year.

I will not stoop to making resolutions. Those are quickly forgotten or ignored. I'll simply state a few of my goals. All the so called self improvement gurus say you must write them down for you to have a chance of keeping them. Let this be considered my list for 2007.

I will endevor to loose 20 lbs this year. Maybe by next christmas I'll be able to wear a 34 waist pants again.

I will make time to tell those important to me that I love them.

I will save more money. Cutting out the soft drinks and candybar every time I pass a convenience store would help quite a bit there.

I will give service to someone I don't know who needs it.

I will take the steps outlined in all the courses and classes I have paid good money for over the years. Just the money back that I paid for them would come to a tidy sum.

After denying for years that money does not interest me, I confess that it is a strong driving force in my life. I will not be a slave to the pittance that social security claims awaits me in the next 10 years. I might not live that long.

I will strive to better the lives of those I come in contact with.

I will speak out about the insanity that I see around me. Who cares if people are offended. "Stupid is as stupid does", according to Mister Gump. If you can't poke fun at the emporer once in a while, who will tell them their walking around without any clothes? If they can't take a little laughter what good are they anyway?

There are many things that need changing, but let's take it a little slowly at first shall we.

Anyway, a start on some goals for the New Year.

First I've got to clean out a little of the kudzu patch and see where I'm standing. It might be that I'm not on a hill but in a bog.

Happy New Year. And as Tiny Tim said, "God Bless us Everyone", and especially bloggers, many of whome have been very kind to me.

Or was that "Tiptoe thru the Tulips"

Blame it on the drugs.

Prayer Call

Hey Guys, lets send a few prayers up for LL and th’ kiddies OK?

I mean she's always asking for other people. Why not her and th' monkeys for a change.

Can't hurt. Now come on, you know it doesn't.

Aahhh...........

..........what a feeling.

To wake on a beautiful winter morning. Get dressed, and step outside onto the back deck.

The leaves have all fallen and create a brown blanket on the ground. The sun is just coming up in the east. The sky is that beutiful tourquise blue you only get on a crisp winter day, without a cloud in the sky.
The air is clean and invigorating........you breath deeply.......satisfied all is right in the world.

You step out confidently, head up, shoulders back, ready to meet what ever life throws at you. Nothing can mar this feeling........

until..........

.......your foot reaches the ramp and the frost formed during the night, and.....

...you wind up with both feet and both arms up in the air as you lay there on your back like a whore at a gangbang, wondering how in the hell did I get down here?

In slow motion you feel your head bounce off the plywood.....once.... twice. Your heels thud to the floor and you say to yourself.....am I OK? and the answer comes at once, unbidden........No! Then thankfully as your body does a quick systems check, quicker than thought, the second answer..........but, I will be.

Thankfully, my head is harder than my ass, which by tomorrow will sport, I'm sure, the beginnings of a nice bruise.

Black ice. It'll get you quick as kudzu, or quicker.

Let sleeping dogs lie.......

.....a comment on one of Eric's posts reminded me that when I was small my mother related an old wives' tale. Supposedly if you would go up to a sleeping dog when you could see it dreaming, by the whimpering and jerking of legs, and touch it without wakeing it up, you would dream what the dog had dreamed that night.

She told us of how, when she was a small girl she had opportunity to touch a sleeping dog not too long after the annual hog killing and butchering.
Supposedly that night she dreamed of pulling hog guts thru a cattle wire fence with her teeth. Whee!, wouldn't that make you wake up in a cold sweat?

At that time (I was probably 9 or 10 yrs of age) I had a dog named frisky, part collie and part mutt. I loved that dog. She went everywhere I went. I can remember falling asleep in the hay shed with her cuddled up beside me. An inseperable companion except when I was in the house. Mom and Dad had very strict rules about dogs in the house.

One sunny day, late in the summer, I spied Frisky asleep in the grass on the circle in front of the dairy barn, as I left the barn heading to the house to have supper.

Somehow I got the bright idea that it would be great fun to sneak up on Frisky and suprise her and wake her up by shouting and leaping upon her, to which I anticipated a friendly game of chase to ensue.

I know.........
...A little unaware of the ways of the world, and sleeping dogs......., suddenly awakened.

As I shouted and leapt upon her.....

..........she, startled out of a nice sound sleep, and probably dreaming of protecting the farmstead, rolled on her back and struck out with both back feet, raking them from my nipples to my jeans, snarling and growling like she was attacking a bear.

Let me assure you. Most of the time it is best to let sleeping dogs lie. Or wind up like me bleeding profusely and carrying the scars for many years.

Wahoooo!....

The Fat Man has sung, and I survived all the feasting and gifting.

Oh boy, did we eat. From the time I arrived Sunday afternoon till after dark last night. Sugar cookies, crab dip and puffs, turkey from the rotisserie, ham from the oven glazed with Coke_a_Cola, cranberry relish, cream corn tasted fresh off the cob. We had banana pudding (homemade not out of a can) cakes, pies. There was a beautiful ginger bread house, and many more goods than I had room to eat or remember.

I received a gentle hint (not intentional, I'm sure) to loose weight, when I received several pair of jeans 34 in waist instead of 36.
An ergonomical key pad which I'm using now and trying to get used too. may have to rearange the desk drawer and the keypad shelf so it will fit. An executive Parker pen befitting my status as man of the world and blogging fool.

But most of all, I was blessed to be surrounded by the love of my family, All of them I'm so happy to report, even if some had to be visited on Sunday, which made it a most memorable and merry Christmas.

Now to begin the annual diet regime of pistachio nuts and too much chocolate to eat untill all gone. Pistachio nuts will clean you out like a coffee enema. After which perhaps I'll get serious about getting into those pants.

Merry Christmas

Well, perhaps this will put to rest the rumors of my demise.

Nothing much to report on. Hence no blogging. I promise to try to do better.

Had a birthday yesterday. I'm now officially..........

...........wait for it.......

........old enough to know better.

Wish I did. I seem to make the same old mistakes over and over.
Like trying to train a full grown mule. First you have to get his attention by whacking him between the eyes and knocking him to his knees. Then the lessons can begin.

Where does middle age begin now?? Used to be forty, but now maybe 60. Sure hope so.

Looking forward to the Christmas get together at my daughters. Lots of the family and friends will be there and we'll all eat too much.

Till then; to all my friends both old and new.

Merry Christmas and Prayers sent that you'll all have a very happy NEW YEAR!

Sometimes your heart..........

........wants to burst with pride at the concern and love of your fellow countrymen.

Stolen with appreciation from This Guy go and read : This


see if you don't agree.

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Hear yea, hear yea! Blogger Beta is not allowing people to comment to my rants. This just purely irks the living hell out of me.
Supposedly they are working on it. Whoever the hell they are.
!@#$%^&*()_+
Ya think you would get better service when you don't have to pay for it.

Read this and pass it along

I know how THIS guy feels. And this one . Hopeless, hamstrung, ignored and most of all dishonored by those who sent him.
And they wonder why we come back full of rage, hatred, blind and burning disgust, and an urge to cause harm to worthless REMF's.
We wonder why most people can't see what is as plain as the fists you clench in viscous rage.
We hold in our tears, we make jokes about it, but we don't forget. We can't. We won't.
I think the epitath I'd like put on my tombstone is........

I TOLD YOU SO!

That way, someone 200 or 300 years from now, if not sooner, will see it and say, "He wasn't quite as crazy as he looked".

Someone, I wish I knew who said, "those who will not learn from history, are doomed to repeat it.

If you're my age and participated in the late great Southeast Asia War Games, my sympathies for your having to relive history. If you're to young to understand that, find a Viet Vet. If they be of any intelligence, and have a modicum of communication skills, perhaps you'll come away changed. Perhaps you'll begin to see things with wiser eyes.

I'd weep if I thought it would do any good. I'd blow my brains out or set myself on fire, if I thought it would wake a sleeping giant up.

But I'm only a small speck upon this revolving bit of mud in a vast creation. In the long run.........what will it have mattered?

If there is a God, I wonder what he's thinking about his creation man, who stands only a little below the Angels.

The Kudzu is lush and green tonight. At least the velvety leaves can be used to dry my old, red eyes.

A little.........

..........Giggle at the end of the day.

Stolen from.......Anglelove




Two elderly friends, Bill and Sam, met in the park every day to feed
the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.

One day Bill didn't show up. Sam didn't think much about it, figured maybe
he had a cold or some such.

But after Bill hadn't shown up for a week or so Sam really got worried.
However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Sam
didn't know where Bill lived so he was unable to find out what had
happened to him.

A month had past and Sam figured he had seen the last of Bill, but one day
Sam approached the park and lo and behold there sat Bill!

Sam was very excited and happy to see him and told him so. Then he said,
"For crying out loud Bill, what in the world happened to you?"

Bill replied, "I have been in jail."

"Jail?" cried Sam!! "What in the world for?"

"Well," Bill said, "you know Sue, that cute little blonde waitress at the
coffee shop where we sometimes get coffee?"

Yeah" said Sam, I remember her. What about her?"

"Well one day she charged me with rape and I was so proud that when I
got into court, I pled "guilty" and the judge gave me 30 days for
perjury."

I've always........

......loved Kirk Douglas. As as actor, and a man.

.....This
just reaffirms that he's a pretty good ol' boy who learned a few lessons on his journey.

He's right of course. The current generation with the most influence and power has the responsibility to act not only in their best interests but the intrests of the next.

If this country would stop trying to micromanage the moment and plan more for the future, we'd be better off.

Course just look at the a**holes we elect.

Question do we get the government we deserve????

Love to get some response from a few of the 10 or so people who pass thru here each day.

If you don't......

........the Kudzu will get you!

If you don't..........

.......write for a week does that make you less of a blogger.

Lately it seems that some few of the regulars I have been reading have slowed down on their production quite a lot.
Yours truly included.

I could blame it on the rush and hassle of the holidays and the season and all.

It's not like there is nothing going in on the hill lately. The kudzu continues to grow apace. Some days more growth than others. Lately its been coolish hereabouts and the days are shorter so not so much.

Of course I could blog about the lack of decency shown by some of our pop idiots, er I mean idols such as Brittney’s latest. I wonder what old Walt Disney thinks about this?

The nude human form is infinite and varied. I don't give a rats ass if you choose to go around naked all day. If Sophia Loren in her prime walked by naked as the day she was born, all I'd do is admire for a moment and ask if she needed a coat or anything. Unless of course she made it plain the she had amorous designs on my person. Then of course out of courtesy and lust I'd have to try my best to oblige. (Yeah, like that would happen). But, even in my younger days I was able to control the one-eyed pajama snake, or the old velvet headed dragon. Probably due to my protected upbringing, or perhaps seeing the cows and bull, the dogs, the cats and all of nature doing it and thereby testifying to the time and the place being appropriate.

But the sheer audacity of using a shaven puss as a way to grab media attention and hopefully another shot at the lime light is obscene in the ultimate sense.

There must be something left to the imagination to keep your interest. If it's all revealed for the world to see and laught at it looses its value and should and ultimately will be discarded as yesterdays newspaper. Fit only to wrap fish entrails in to be tossed into the garbage can of life.

Such a shame. She, a beautiful girl, with a modicum of talent, has been seduced by the dark side.

Bet the kudzu is green and lush in her mind and soul.

Look ma. No Hands

Stolen from GOC.

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Reaching the end of my stardom.........WTF. What do they know.

Do they know where the wild kudzu grows?

What a weekend........

.......first,

leave at 7:30 am to go pick up a used Jag at a pawnshop. Hope I don't wind up burned on this one. Good price though. Should be able to turn for about 100% or so.

........Then carefully drive to gas station for gas (did you know these SOBs have to have premium gas. Thank goodness gas has come down from the highs. $2.28 at WalMart in Commerce.

.......Then,
Race up to former post office where they were holding important mail.....

......Over....
.........To the bank at Ingles ( don't you love the convenience).......

......Pick up 11.5 lb sirloin tip sliced 1/2 nches thick.........

....Race....
.........Back home to put the computer in the shop for virus and software problems (couldn't access HP director to download pictures from camera card).

........hurry home to begin chopping sirloin into 1/2 in sq. cubes......

.....Gonna make ......
.............World famous, Championship chili for company in evening. Two of my sisters and one brother-in-law with his daughter.

Now if I were (I'm not) to give out the recepie for this chili, I'd have to kill you and then commit ritual sepku, in atonement. But I will let you know that the sirloin is one ingrediant, then 5 large yellow onions, chopped (depends on how much meat your cooking), 2 large cans Roteil (white label) chopped tomatoes and peppers.

Cooking time.....till done.

Notice I did not mention any water, or beans.
Nor did I give any hint at super secret spice ingridents. So your safe for the moment.

Race back to the Computer store to pick up fixed computer and printer......
.,..back home to check on Chili, mix up and fry (in a skillet with bacon grease, which is the only way real should be fixed)cornbread.....
....welcome guests and show off Jag to brother-in-law. Engage in plesant conversation until the Chile is ready......

.....Then to table, to listen with modest pride to chorus of appreciation of culinary skills. At which table we also solve all the worlds problems, to include, wars, politics, child rearing, religous disssention, and how to win friends and influence people.

A most pleasant time had by all, but I was the most lucky. I didn't have to drive 40 minutes home.

.......and that was just Saturday. Maybe later I'll get to Sunday.

Just go.................

............Here and read.
I know that most of my readers already read *Denny* but if you don't, at least read this one.
If you disagree, I would love to have a respectful discussion of it in my comments.

And if you agree, maybe you would consider passing it along.

It is a forgone conclusion of mine (IMOA) that change will have to come thru the people. Our elected scumbags, er, uh, I mean elected servants are too far gone down the primrose path to be of any use except as backstops.

The life has almost been choked from the once mighty oak. will we stop the spread of the kudzu in time?

I wish.............

..................I could say it like this

Why in the world..........

............did these idjits complain when they were escorted off the plane? They knew exactly what they were guilty of and what the expected reaction would be.

Had I been one of the other passengers on the plane I'd have sworn out a warrant for terroristic threats on their asses and tried my damnedest to see they at least served a night in jail.

And now they have the gall to protest and hold prayer-ins to complain of discrimation?

Common sense would tell a sky marshal to shoot them all. Only political correctness prohibits the use of a little common sense.

OOOhhhh the tangles are thick.

What is your idea............

......of Retirement?

What would it take for you to hang up the old J. O. B. and tell them to kiss where the sun doesn't shine?

I've held exactly three public jobs in my life after the Army. I hated them all.
I hated to be held to a schedule, to be expected to meet quotas, to bow at the alter of Mammon.

Don't get me wrong I like having money and the things you can do with it. I just would prefer to gather it in my own way and time.

Has this caused some weeping, wailing and gnashing of theeth around the old campfire. Oh hell yes, many times.

I'm not too many years away from that magical day when the government in its infinite wisdom has decreed they will give me a little stipend in return for being a good little worker bee for at least 10 quarters.

I know none of you gentle readers are so dumb as to think you might be able to survive on their largess.

But how do you intend to survive and prosper into your dottage. Will we be at the end a burden on our children? Huuuuummmmm?

Truly it is written:

A good man leaveth an inheritance to his children's children:
and the wealth of the sinner is laid up for the just.

Any way, it would be interestin' to learn what your dream of retirement consists of.

Mine would be to continue to use what little grey matter between my ears as long as I can.

The Comment line is open...............


Don't let the kudzu hold you back.

It came..........

......to my mind today, that I have a vicious burning hatred for left-wing, liberal moonbats.

Those who spout the retoric of anti-americanism, anti-war even if you were attacked first, because of course we have treated the rest of the world like our playground and never done any good for anyone we've come in contact with, anti good old captalist free enterprise, all men are created equal but after that it's up to you to pull your own weight and hate like hell anyone wanting to take what you've created, built up, earned on your own, and give it to those less foortuunut, just because they don't want to give out of their own pocket, if they can get the government to take it from some one else just to make them feel good.........Them, Those, those f**kers.

It's a damn good (for them) thing that I choose to restrain myself from unleashing unholy hell on them. I'm sure my lust for destruction would overwhelm me, and I would only stop when stopped by even more overwhelming violence (from my prospective).

I just need to get that out in the open, so as to see what it looks like in the light of day, to see if examination would change my opinion.

........NOPE

With Friends like these.....

.........who needs Enemies.

Ungrateful Bastards!

Thanksgiving having officially come..........

.........and gone, we can all have a day off. A day to eat leftovers, get rid of all the excess, let our bodies have a rest from the frenzy of cleaning up for the guests, planning the meneu, preparing the food, and eating ourselves into a stupour.

Unless you live here, where we'll be thankful on Saturday.

Thankful that all the children and grandchildren, even Joy and her family from Charolotte, NC, will be here, which will be the first Thanksgiving dinner we've ever shared with them, which makes me really thankful.

Yesterday for dinner I had 2 pineapple and cheese sandwichs on whole wheat bread with a surfit of mayonaise spread upon them and then I licked the knife clean.
A sure artery clogger.

Our neighbor had a lot of her children, sons and daughters-in-law home for a big meal.
This morning I hear crying and wailing, as the children frantically bundled her into a car. She fell to her knees sobbing and crying no, no, no as they did so.

Makes you think that someone passed before their time.

If you would say a little prayer for Miss Ava. That everything will turn out alright, or at least that she may be able to bear up under whatever burden is placed upon her shoulders.

I have much to be thankful for. Much of which I have voiced in prayer. Every day in which we can open our eyes and be glad to see that day, is something to be grateful. And I hope that if my eyes do not open someday, that I'll be just as glad.

I'm really grateful for the few who comment on this blog. You bouy me up with your comments and your own blogs. Keep on blogging.

I have a question.

I know there are more than two readers out there. I see you.

In an effort to get some comments going, I'd like to pose the following question.
Not trying to be smart ass or anything here. Although that's a given for me generally speaking.
I'd really like some serious, or not so, answers to this.

If as Christians believe, and I count myself amoung those, Jesus sits on the right hand of God,.......

Who sits on the left hand??

Or is this a subject totally taboo on the web?

My Grandfather............

..........loved to hunt what we called in my youth, "Birds". Birds being defined in particular as 'Quail' or , more precisely 'Bob White Quail'.

In the area around Lawrenceville, Ga in the '50s and '60s, there were plenty of places you could go to hunt. We were related to practically every body in the county in one way or the other. At least the ones that mattered to us. So even though 'grandpa' lived on his own 100+ acre dairy farm, and My dads farm just 3 miles away was 300+ acres and we could find birds most any time on both farms, there were plenty of places to go hunting on land of relatives or friends, of which he had so many.

Pa,(pronounced Paw)loved English Springer Spaniels, for his bird dogs. Trained to search over a field or woodlot until picking up the scent of a bird or Covey of them preferably, then track the scent to where they were roosting or feeding. They are a beautiful sight to behold in the fall among the colors of the turning leaves.

When the dogs would get close to the birds they would go on point. If you've never experienced the joy and excitement of walking up behind a bird dog on point, you've missed out on one of the great joys and excitions of all time.

A good dog, on a crtain for sure covery of quail just ahead of them, will point with his nose at the birds, stretch his body out, sometimes lowering himself in attempt to not spook the birds, raise one front foot, almost as if ready to take one more step, then stretch out his tail in a straight line, almost like an arrow ready to fly from the taut stretched bow.

Hardly daring to breath you walk up behind the dogs, trying to position youself for a shot in the direction you expect them to go, speaking softly to the dogs, as you draw even with them, you urge them forward.....'easy, easy, move up, where are they?.

Slowly the dogs will, one step at the time, ease forward to where their quarry is supposed to be....

...........SUDDENDLY, They explode off the ground, flying desperately in differant directions so as not to run into each other, some high, some low.

Startled by the expected eruption, you try to aim your 16 ga. Fox/Savage double barrel at a bird........Boom.......one down.........identify another.....Boom.......hopefully if you're good another down.

You quickly eject the spent shells and reload, in case a straggler rises..........

......then, call to the dogs, which took off like a flash toward the birds as soon as they broke cover. Here Dot....here Pepper........Dead bird, dead bird. If their good they immediatly start searching for a bird on the ground. You guide them into where you saw the prey fall they locate the dead or wounded birds and gently pick them up in their mouths and return them to you, to lay them in your outstretched palm.....Goood dog........Good girl.....good boy. Not even a tooth mark on them. Good dog.

A few years before Pa's death, my wife and I gave him for Christmas one year a ceramic statue of a female Bob White Quail with a chick at her side. What do you buy a 75 yr old man anyway. He kept it on his gun case. After his death it came back to me. I'm looking at it now.

I miss hunting with my Grandfather. I hope where ever he is........

On a beautiful fall day, he'll arise, eat one of my grandma's hearty breakfasts, and then head out to a day of hunting, calling to his dogs, 'Let's go get some birds.

And there are no briars and kudzu for him to have to struggle thru.

A rainy nite .......

.........in Georgia, Such a rainy nite in Georgia.

Who was th' guy that had a hit with that song????

It sure applies tonight. Coming down like a cow pissin' on a flat rock.

Can you think of any other phrases to describe 'raining lika sonofagun'?
Let me know.

Gonna cool down after this. Be close to 35 in the mornings and 50s in the daytime. At least it's supposed to be sunny tomorrow.
It's raining so hard that I didn't even feed the dog tonight, because I didn't want her to come out in the rain and get wet and be cold and wet all night. Not all of us let them in to sleep in our bed like Livey . Of course we don't have the cold and snow that she has already experienced.

I'm so glad I live in the south. Snow and freezing might be nice to visit if you're so inclined, although for the life of me I can't see the attraction. Maybe if you were stranded in a cabin in the mountians with plenty of victals, firewood and a loving and sexy woman who found you mildly attractive. Hint; Money or a large crank would probably help guys.

Back to the outside dog. She's a 3 yr of Dalmation, with one blue eye and one brown eye. I have never seen a dog that sheds as much hair as she does. I'd almost be willing to wager that if you could gather up all the hair shed by that dog, there would be enough to stuff a king size mattress. Probably wouldn't itch any more than the corn shuck matteress' our forefather would sleep on.

She reminds me of the little boy on the Penuts cartoon script *Pigpen* rub your hand down her back and it looks like a little white cloud.

Well, since I'm not stranded as in 3rd para. above, rainy weather will at least make for good sleeping.

Forget the kudzu for a while.

Oh how I hate........

..............having to enter data into quick books.

It's especially hard when you are new to quick books and have slightly less than optimal use of the left hand.

Slower than the proverable molasses I am

On a bright note the Grandchild #6 came to visit last night. We'll be watching her till saturday. On a brighter note, at least her mother will be staying here for 3 0f those nites after she gets off work.

Now 5 months old, Callie knows how to push away with her arms and legs and how to grab eyeglasses and hair. Thankfully nanny can take care of most of the work with occasional help from me to put her to sleep.

A beautiful fall day outside. The leaves are just past their prime and falling like dominos at a japanese basketball court. And I'm stuck inside. Maybe I'll take a picture to remind me of what I'm missing.

Oh poor baby. Feel sorry for me.

Now that the pain pill has kicked in........

......I'll post this Veterans piece I saved at some point in time for just such a day..



Veteran's Day
Several PEOPLE have up the poem "In Flander's Fields". Analog Kid has a PHOTO PICTORIAL.

Everything that we have in this country, we have because of those who have gone before us to protect us. Nobody in their right mind wants to die. Nobody in the miliary goes out in battle thinking "Gosh, if I catch a bullet then people will love me because I'll be a veteran!"

Soldier's, sailors, airmen and Marines, who would rather be sitting at home having meals with their families, celebrating the holidays with their loved ones, are doing what they do because they understand that this country is worth fighting for. This country is worth protecting. The rights and freedoms that we have are worth fighting for.

Nobody wants to die, but those men and women in uniform understand that it is better to die fighting for what you believe in rather than live in a world where freedom is just a wishful dream. So to all veterans, I say Thank You. I only hope that I can live up to your expectations.

There are more Veteran's Day links at WINDS OF CHANGE and POWERLINE.

However, I think the best discription of all is from MAD OGRE.


Just a word to you cake eating civilians out there… You don’t say Happy Veterans Day. You don’t say Merry Vets Day. But just because you don’t have a meaningless Seasons Greetings for it doesn’t mean you don’t say anything. This isn’t some fat bunny in a sled passing around Jack O’Lanterns because it’s Santa’s birthday… This isn’t about some old fable-become-tradition. Veterans Day is a day for those that are still alive, and for those who are dead… those who died for your freedom to flip soldiers the bird and to call them baby killers and spit on them in the airport. Veterans Day is for the guys that died fighting for your personal independent liberty… It’s for that Veteran that walks with just a slight limp and seems otherwise fine, but he doesn’t have a spleen because an enemy of our country blew it out his back with an AK-47 so you can get 15% Off that new leather fat-ass reclining couch that your going to sit on to mock the President from while watching your 42 inch plasma TV flipping through the channels trying to find some Friends rerun. Veterans Day is for the guy that came home while all his friends didn’t. Veterans day is for the woman who gave up the best years of her young adulthood so she could press her hands over the sucking chest wound of some guy from her own home town 6 thousand miles away from home. Veterans day is for that old woman over there that raised 2 kids alone because when she was young she sent her handsome young husband off to fight for your freedom and came back as a flag folded into a triangle. That’s what Veterans day is for… and what do you say to those people who served? You just say “Thank You”.

VETERANS DAY......

...is always a day of mixed emotions for me.

First of all, I always get a greeting and rememberance from my sister Joyce. She's always thankful for my service and for the fact that I came home. She's also the only one to always remember and let me know that she remembers.

Then I always remember the ones who didn't return. Carl, John, Walter, Nick, Lt. Hunter, and so many others I can't remember and over 58,000 that I never knew.

I remember one scout pilot, a 1st Lt. whos name for the life of me I can't remember. For some reason he and I took to one another. Probably because we were 2 shy southern boys, who didn't go in for the drunken hell raisin', drink and be merry for tomorrow we die crowd.

We both were fans of a young British rocker call Rod Stewart, and were looking for some reason and purpose to our lives. Our lives revolved around flying. We loved it, and were, for some reason good at it. If being involved in the Southeast Asia War Games was the cost of getting to fly, so be it. It was.......
......exciting.

Lt. was a fan of a Florida guru/con artist popular at that time. Sort of a Tony Robbins of the '60s and 70s by the name of Glenn Turner. He taught some thing called the power of positive thinking. Lt would try to explain some of the teachings of Turner and the power of the mind. He was a slight built young man. Probably about 130 lbs, 5'9' or so. He was the only guy at that time I knew who could take a beer or coke can, place it on his forehead, holding it with only his palm, and crush it absolutely flat, suddenly, with no apparent effort. Mind you, this was before the switch to aluminium cans. I, of about the same size, couldn't even crush one between my two hands, exerting all my strength. There must have been something to what he had studied.

As things happen, people are killed, wounded or simply rotated home and Lt. was made the Scout Platoon leader. He took to it like a fish to water. A natural leader, and motivator of his pilots and crews.

We were assigned to fly hunter/killer teams in an area we called the tri/border area. Northwest of Kha Sahn, where North and South Vietnam and Laos came together.

One team, 1 scout ship, 2 cobras and 1 huey for cover, ran into a group of NVA on and around a small hill there. The scout ship was shot out of the sky and crashed, no apparent survivors.

All of the teams could hear what was going on. All quit whatever they were doing and prepared to give assistance. In the hope that there might be survivors another scout tried to sneak in with rocket cover from the cobras to check the wreck site. Another burning and crashing bird. Bell jet rangers, known for their inability to survive a crash.

Lt. was now on the scene in his scout ship. Appraised of the danger and the evident superior firepower of the NVA, he was warned and ordered to stay out of the area of the hill, since to attempt to rescue any survivors would surely result in another bird down. The conversations between birds was heated and intense, with Lt. adament that he was going to try to get his guys back, that he was positive he could succeed....

.........he and his crew died.

Their bodies never to be recovered.

Nine Men died that day. And I can't even remember their names.

But in Washington, D.C. their names are inscribed on a black wall in a hole in the ground, for the ages to remember as are so many names of so many men and women, from all the conflicts that this country has felt it necessary to order them to go.........

...............and die.

The tears always come, but never a catharisis, and never a release from the Kudzu.

You get exactly what you deserve

..........every time. Where you are in the universe and especially on this pitiable ball of mud is justly the result of all the decisions, good and bad, that you make over a lifetime.

And when a group of people get together as a large group you may be sure that the result of their group dynamic will produce something exceedingly stupid.

I didn't vote yesterday. I'll use the excuse that for most of the day I was too doped up to be allowed to go near a voting place because nothin in this world could have stopped me from pontificating on the stupidity of all those there, whether they intended to vote for the donkeys or the elephants.

We always get exactly the government we deserve as long as people believe we are a democracy.

Where are our statesmen. Where are those who really want to have and help make this a better country and hopefully a better world.

Harrison Ford was once asked if he believed in "The Force" ...
...his answer "the force is within you, Force Yourself.

When we as a people realize that we as individuals have charge of ourselves and don't want the government to lump everyone in to a Group.
, which has to have a leader because as a group individuals are the same as anyone else, they want someone to lead, be incharge and take the heat for all the dumb things the group does, then we might start using our heads to create more liberty, and freedom and not less.

Welcome to the New Reality.

Find some Kudzu to hide in.

I survived

Some would say that putting ones self at the mercvy of the VA hospital is a grave miscalculation.......

........I did just that yesterday, and awoke with all my appendages still attached.......

.....working, remains to be seen.

actually only carpal tunnel procedure. I've cut myself worse.. Still hurts a bit, however done. Between the meds already taking and this new pain killer I've quite a buzz on today.

I quit drinking back in '75. the wobble came as a bittersweet memory.

Differant party in charge of house in D.C. Same ol' Bullshiate. I REpeat previous advice. keep your guns and ammo in a dry and secure location, a surplus of money, both hard and phoney, squirraled away, and plenty of food & water put aside....

.....and keep your head down below the radar.

Else the Kudzu will get you. REMEMBER.........

......It's not paranoia, if they really are out to fuck you over.

Change......

........is good. Right??

In an effort to make things easier for me to type, you will note please that I have changed my ID to kdzu. No longer do I have to reach for the shift key and then remember to put in the .'s and spaces.

I hope this will make things easier for the 2 or 3 people who do read and comment.
I know that it will for me, as long as I can remember that I changed it.

Today was a b.e.a. utiful day hear in the peach state (yes I know that S.C. produces more peaches than we do). 80 degrees in Toccoa as we passed the bank. How in the world did banks decide to put the time and temp on their signs. You'd think that we know if its cold or hot, and if we're riding past in our autos or trucks we're probably already aware that we're late.

I have also today switched to Blogger Beta. It let me post my mountain post and pictures, but now they tell me that I can't comment on a blogger site. If you wonder where I am, I'm sitting here pulling my hair out trying to figure how to post to a couple of favorites. Soon they tell me. I don't want soon, I want now.
Instant gratification. Isn't that the american way. Especially if I can't afford it now. Let's just use that marvelous thing called credit, shall we.

Better go, I feel the kudzu crawling.

Off to the mountains.........

.....To see what I can find. The first American Gold Rush happened here some number of years ago. We even had our own mint. If you happen to own a genuine Dahlonaga Gold piece then you problbly have something valuable.
Me I prefer not to get all wet and dirty playing in the creeks looking for the yellow stuff. I'll let others do that for me. They pay big bucks for jewelry for themselves and loved ones, and then sell it for .10 cents on the dollar.
Folks, to me the other metals in the piece and the workmanship mean squat.
But, still people believe that whatever they paid for something is what it's worth, even a new car.
Marooons


UPDATE; Back from the mountains. Nice trip shared with the better half. She wanted to get out of the house and see the fall leaf colors. We also bought some sorghum syrup and a bag of mtn. grown apples.
I did find one treasure. If anybody is interested in a very nice 3/4 ct round diamond, which may grade as good as VS1 or better, at a very reasonable price, let me know.

Update; Pictures of contented cow and a few shiney rocks.

GO READ THIS

Go on. Go to........ www.ejectejecteject.com

And read all of it. See if any of your opinions take a shift.

.....There will be a TEST

A view from the front

I think that every one who has read much here knows that I am 110% behind our troops either stationed in a combat zone or where ever they may be serving.
Perhaps it is time for us to hear more from the people who have actually been deployed on the ground and have seen it up close and personal.
In Vietnam we called those who sat back in the rear and supposedly ran the war REMFs. That's Rear Eschelon Mother F****rs. The military is different now that it's smaller. Many of those running the troops are either with them or communicate in real time with them so they have a better idea of what's going on. My suggestion is to get the word out to as many people as possible so They can actually see the good (of which there is quite a bit) as well as the bad (of which there is also plenty).

I have bookmarked www.michaelyon-online.com . Look him up. This is a letter from a colonel who is soon leaving Iraq and some of his thoughts. I think they're worth considering.

http://www.michaelyon-online.com/wp/one-colonels-final-thoughts.htm

What do you think?

As Promised

I'd love to know how to put my pictures mixed in or down below the text of the blog. Maybe I'll figure it out at a later date. I tend to jump in and do the easy stuff and if it works well enough, then OK by me.

The Pic above is of two maple leafs I bought to resale the other day. One is .999 fine and the other is .9999 fine. Any thing that is more pure than Ivory soap is pure enought for me.

It's nice to pick up pretties like this. Mostly what I buy is scrap jewelry that has been broken or people just don't want any more. Amazing thing guys, sometimes when the lady is angry or scorned, they just want to get rid of whatever reminds them of you. Even if they get very little for it. Maybe shows what they think of you at the time.

I pick up a few nice diamonds that way sometimes.
Just had 5 sets of earings made up from about 1/4 cttw to almost a carat tw.
I'll try to sell them, but people tend to shun an individual, even with GIA training, and go the the established stores where because of overhead they have to triple the price just to come out a little ahead.

There is a fever like disorder that attracts you, once you start dealing with it.
Something about taking an adulterated item and render it to .999 pure gives a satisfying sense of accomplishment. And as Robert Service says so well, sometimes it's in the finding, more than the having.

I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy -- I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it --
Came out with a fortune last fall, --
Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all.

Robert W. Service, The Spell of the Yukon


"There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting; it's luring me on as of old. But it's not the gold that I'm wanting, so much as just finding the gold."-Robert Service, 18-th century miner/poet.

Some times life is like that. A constant searching for something, we know not what.
We shift from partner to partner,
home to home,
job to job,
Church to church.

Always looking for that next big deal,
That next opportunity that's going to make you rich, and you never stop to think that, if you just save a little as you go along, after a while you can stop searching.

But as the poet says, sometimes it more about the looking than finding.

Read the whole poem here if you wish.

http://tobi_wan_2.tripod.com/SpellOfYukon.html


For Thirty years I been looking just over the next horizon, and now the horizon is not as far as it once was, and I'm afraid to look over it because I fear what might, or might not, be there.

But at least for a little while I can look at the lady above, and see her as she once was and as she later became. And get a sense of stability from her.

And still, I know, that there is kudzu around her soul, too.

Thanks to http://straightwhiteguy.com/ for leading me to Services' poems. I once heard that there is a scottish saying that 'money is flat and meant to be stacked up'. Maybe Eric can ask his bride if that's true.

Sometimes........

Sometimes.......

A girl just wants to be held in the arms of an older more experienced man.


Some of you.......OK 1 of you (thanks Jean) wanted to see an updated picture of the grand daughter.

What can I say. I just seem to have the knack of putting pretty girls to sleep.

Probably my bubbling personality.

Or my ability to find pure gold.

Pictures of that lady tomorrow.

THIS MIGHT MAKE SOMEONE THINK !

This will make you think



Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and
sleep for another 10 minutes.

He stays up for days on end.
_________________________
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.

He goes days or weeks without running
water.
__________________________
You complain of a "headache", and call in
sick.

He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps
moving forward.
__________________________
You put on your anti war/don't support the
troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.

He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
__________________________
You make sure you're cell phone is in your
pocket.

He clutches the cross hanging on his chain
next to his dog tags.
__________________________
You talk trash about your "buddies" that
aren't with you.

He knows he may not see some of his buddies
again.
__________________________
you walk down the beach, staring at all the
pretty girls.

He walks the streets, searching for
insurgents and terrorists.
__________________________
You complain about how hot it is.

He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take
off his helmet to wipe his brow.
__________________________
You go out to lunch, and complain because
the restaurant got your order wrong.

He doesn't get to eat today.
__________________________
Your maid makes your bed and washes your
clothes.

He wears the same things for weeks, but
makes sure his weapons are clean.
__________________________
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.

He doesn't have time to brush his teeth
today.
__________________________
You're angry because your class ran 5
minutes over.

He's told he will be held over an extra 2
months.
__________________________
You call your girlfriend and set a date for
tonight.

He waits for the mail to see if there is a
letter from home.
__________________________
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you
do everyday.

He holds his letter close and smells his
love's perfume.
__________________________
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.

He gets a letter with pictures of his new
child, and wonders if they'll ever meet
__________________________
you criticize your government, and say that
war never solves anything.

He sees the innocent tortured and killed by
their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
__________________________
You hear the jokes about the war, and make
fun of men like him.

He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of
the wounded.
__________________________
You see only what the media wants you to
see.

He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
__________________________
You are asked to go to the store by your
parents. You don't.

He does exactly what he is told.
__________________________
You stay at home and watch TV.

He takes whatever time he is given to call,
write home, sleep, and eat.
__________________________
You crawl into your soft bed, with down
pillows, and get comfortable.

He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5
minute nap, only to be woken by gunfire.
__________________________
You sit there and judge him, saying the
world is probably a worse place
because of men like him.

If only there were more men like him!

If you support your troops, re-send this to
everyone you know,

If it gets to another veteran who hasn't
received it yet, it will bring back memories.

Only two defining forces have ever offered
to die for you, Jesus Christ and the American G I.
One died for your soul, the other for your
freedom

Bruce Cherokee Perry
usabiker1@earthlink.net


Shamelessly stolen from and email my sister sent me.

I will be emailing Mr. Perry to make sure it's ok.

As I came out of the Franklin County, Georgia courthouse today my eyes were drawn to the marble obolisk outside which pays homage to those who died for their country in all the wars since WWII. There was a wreath of red and white roses placed before it.

I thought of the approximately 70 - 80 soldiers of all ranks killed in my unit in the short 1 year in Vietnam, and the thought came to me that I can only name a handful of them. Those I was close to or spent some time with. And I remembered seeing their names engraved for the ages on the Vietnam memorial in Washington, D.C.
and I felt ashamed that I could name so few.

But I'll never forget that I came home to my family and they didn't.

I was raised to believe that a man doesn't cry. I didn't shed public tears at my fathers casket. But, to see those names on that wall and to think of their sacrifice is more than the kudzu can hide.

Wherein I have been blessed

Behind a Fathers Mask

To a small infant child, behind the mask of a father
is a person who is never wrong

He seems to know answers to all of her questions and
he is powerful and strong.

With a kiss to a boo-boo or a pat on the back, he
takes pains of the body away.

He makes pains of the heart disappear with a hug
and the words "I'm here to stay".

As the child grows older and independent, she also
grows away from the man she calls dad.

A relationship with him is just something she
holds in her heart that she once had.

Now a rebellious teenager who claims to know all
Dad never seems to be right.

And the long talks they once had now take the
form of a never ending fight.

So she leaves the masked mans arms to see the
world on her own

And learns too quickly life could have been easy
had she only known.

After fighting the battles with him and saying
things that weren't meant

Thru all of the madness and tears only his
love was being sent.

And now a full grown woman, independent and
free

It is understood he was trying to be what she needed
him to be.

So she no longer tries to see behind her
fathers mask

Now answers come without effort about a good and
bad past

And she sees him thru different eyes than a young
infant child and his identity comes thru

He is not just my father, nor is he my enemy,
he is my dearest friend - forever true.



Written by; My oldest Child
on 6 -17 - 90



I have 4 children and 6 grandchildren, and they are all, and each, my favorites. Completley different and each unique. I am in awe that they are on loan to me.

I thought for a moment the kudzu had cleared from my vision.

Well, I've ......

..read all of my favorite blogs tonight.

We finally got all of the grand children to sleep.

I am amazed at how many fine writers there are out there. They all mostly, put yours truly to shame.

This is just a sort of stream of consciousness type of blog for me. I read & see some many things and topics to write about but, if someone else blogs better about it than me, why should I try to exceed their lofty heights.

I trying a CPAC machine tonight in an effort to reduce my snoring. We'll see if I feel less tired in the morning.

Wish we had broadband of some kind. I have to download a couple of things tonight thast will prob take all night.

Off........to breath.......perchance to dream.

Where is the wisdom?

Brush your teeth after each meal.. Floss after every meal. Use this toothpaste or the other to never have a cavity. See your Dentist twice a year.........

...Oh! By the way. Be sure to have your wisdom teeth extracted as soon as they come in.

Every body hears these messages from the time their young. Toothbrushes are one of the most highly advertised items in the world.

They put flouride in the water to strengthen teeth.

Does any of it do any good if you don't heed their advice (whoever THEY are)?

I've been fairly lucky with my teeth over the decades. A few cavities. One or two crowns from trying to open bottles or crack nuts with my teeth. I brushed, rarely flossed. And never had my wisdom teeth all pulled. One came thru the gums, and three are impacted, but never gave me any real problems....

.....until now.

Whoa boy can those puppies hurt. Inflame the gum. Bleeding when brushed. Very sensitive.

May have to bite the bullet and find a cheap jawbreaker to pull it out.

Their called wisdom teeth, because if your smart you'll have them yanked out when your young.

Need to chew some kudzu to see if it has any medicinal properties.

Just sitting here.......

having read all my favorite blogs, commenting on a few. Mostly lurking.

The motivation to write seems to be weak, but a guy once told me that if you didn't feel like praying, thats the time to get on your knees.

Perhaps the same with blogging.

We have the newest grandchild for the next two days. Boy is that a shock to our old selves. Thankfully tonight I had taken my medication before she got the colic and started screaming, so I was reasonably calm about it. But, Lord that child has a set of lungs on her. The world champion hog caller of 2020 is going to have a run for the money if she enters.

Finally she has drifted off to dreamland where hopefully she'll have pleasant dreams, while I stand watch with garlic, a silver cross and Browning Hi-power to ward off any boogymen.

Need to put together a flyer for our business to take to a luncheon tomorrow.

550 realtors, hopefully a few of them will be babes so as to make the rubbery chicken go down a little easier.

For a shy retiring type such as my self it'll be a trial, but somebody has to do it and there is no one better than me for buttering up the ladies.

Off

to work

to help hold the kudzu down to managable levels.

Helping one another

LL just helped me recover my temporarily lost archives. Don't you just love it when they can immediatly see and know the answer to the problem.

This brings me thought that have been running thru my head for a while. (They run because there are no chairs there, so they can't relax.)

Years ago, I had a vision.

In the middle of the night, a person stood at the end of my bed and told me to believe and be baptised.

I did, but always felt that there was some reason that wasn't revealed to me then.

Years later a man told me, in response to my question of, 'what did that person in the vision want of me? "He wants you to attend church." I have for the past 12 years.

But I still feel as if there is more that I should be doing. Some way to make a big difference in a lot of peoples lives. But I have not a clue.

Is this a common thing. Are we desirious of being much more than we currently are?
Are People willing to expend the effort that it would take? Am I???
And in what direction should that effort be directed?

11:45 pm and the kudzu seeks to draw me down.
To Bed