Friday, August 28, 2009

Here's where I stand!

I am basically a conservative! I HAVE "SOME" LIBERAL LEANINGS.
I am NOT an Obama supporter. I was NOT a Bush supporter. As I have said before, I am an agnostic! I doubt the existence of an honest politician!
However, I do feel that Barrack Hussein Obama is a Muslim, NOT an American and a shyster, crooked, son of a bitch! However, I also felt that George W was a crooked, election stealing son of a bitch! Actually all the way back to Dwight D. I think they have ALL BEEN CROOKED SOB's.
Dwight D. probably was too, but I was too young to know better.
Anyhow, I am not happy with Barry's political dealings! I was NOT happy with George W's political dealings. I damned sure wasn't happy with the peanut man's dealings. Actually, I liked both Reagan's and Clinton's presidencies.
Weird, aint it? Go figger!
Reagan was a great American! Clinton was a redneck who could get on TV and make ya think everything was OK!
I have never claimed to be a rocket scientist!
BTW, I never voted for Clinton, but I damned sure would today!!!

Southern Living, 6th Grade

Well, it is now 1958. I am an oldster, in the 6th grade. Not a helluva lot happened to me in the 6th grade. I had a brief and torrid love affair with Carolyn Wallace, a Methodist Preacher's daughter. She dumped me and I met the love of my young life, Helen Smith. A beauty with flaming red hair. I actually dated Helen for 5, countem, 5 years. All the way thru the 11th grade. But alas, it wasn't meant to be. She finally married a preacher wannabe named Higgenbotham! Alas!
Anyhow. Mrs. Donald was my 6th grade teacher. She was a peach! She had a son, who's name was Billy and a foster son who's name escapes me at the moment. I will think of it eventually. Anyhow, Billy was in the band with me, and kept me fairly well posted on what was coming down the 6th grade pike! Billy, wherever you are, I still think of ya occasionally!
Mrs. Donald's foster son is Joe Acree. Another fine Southern gentleman that I still count as a Friend.
I also met the MOST UNIQUE individual of my entire life!
Preacher Campbell! Preacher ran the service station right across the bayou gong to town. He had a father-in-law named Judge Rush and a black employee named Luck Bridges.
I don't know where to start to describe these three individuals. I learned so much from them that 10 years of college couldn't have begun to touch it!
Preacher, who got his name because his daddy was a preacher, was an entrepreneur of the finest kind. He ran the service station, and it WAS a SERVICE STATION. Luck would come out, pump your gas, check your oil and even sometimes wash your windshield!
Let me back up a little. The reason I came to know them so well is that I had a paper route. The Jackson Daily News! My papers would be dropped off at Preacher's station by the Greyhound bus every afternoon. I would pick them up there and deliver them on my Sears Roebuck Moped.
Course before I left on the paper route, I would indulge in a Mr. Cola and a Po Boy. A po Boy was a spice cake with raisins that sold for a nickle. A Mr. Cola was 7 cents. 12 cents got you well filled. At least well enough to go and deliver papers.
Most times, after I ran the paper route, I would stop in for another round of each, just to sustain me enough to get home to supper!
I will elaborate more on Preacher, Judge and Luck as time goes on. They are all passed on now, but wherever they are, I hope they know that they were truly loved by a Mississippi Delta Youngster!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

A Redneck History of the United States!

1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue!
Pilgrims landed!
Established a colony in the New World.
Things were good. (or better I suppose)
Indians showed up! (Actual native Americans)
They were nice to us. Showed us how to plant corn, etc!
We kicked their asses and took the country away from them!
British showed up!
We kicked their asses and took their country away from them!
Spanish showed up!
We kicked their asses and took their country away from them!
French showed up!
Never mind!
Folks, we, the American are NOT NOTED FOR BEING NICE GUYS!
Why pretend otherwise?
The American people, as a rule, are the misfits from England, Germany, France, Russia, Ireland, Scotland (I have a special interest there), Italy and any damned wherever they wanted to come from to try and get a better deal, showed up and simply said,"Give me a chance!"
NOW, with the ACLU, PETA, Democrats we are trying to pretend that"Oh! We have been nice guys all along!"
As an American, I grew up KNOWING that we were the biggest, baddest, MEANEST Sons of Bitches that ever existed!
I am ASHAMED right now that our fearless leader bows down to a buncha ragheads. I am ashamed that we cower from the likes of Afghanastan, Iraq, Korea yea even Mexico!
Shit folks, look at your heritage!
Please STAND UP! TAKE YOUR COUNTRY BACK from the sorry sob's that WE have elected to represent us and run this sorry place!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Another Tidbit!

What More Can I SAY????

Just a Tidbit!

and your taxes and your freedoms.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Southern Living, Pt.8 - Moving to Moorhead

Well, after a brief hiatus, I am continuing with my Southern Living blogs.
It is now December, 1957. We are moving from Greenwood to someplace called Moorhead.
Moorhead is a small MS town about 20 miles west of Greenwood on Hwy 82. It at that time had a population of about 1200 on a busy Saturday night. Moorhead's claim to fame is that it is where the Southern crosses the Yellow Dog. A true 90 degree railroad crossing. The Illinois Central ran north and south and the C&G ran east and west. C&G stands for Columbus and Greenville if there are any RR buffs reading.
Moorhead is also the birthplace and childhood home of the late Johnny Russell. (A Grand Ole Opry performer, if ye hadn't heard of him) Course, when I was a kid, Johnny hadn't made it yet, and the old folks always told you "Don't smoke cigarettes, drink and play the geetar, like that Russell boy, you won't ever mount to nothing." After he made it to the Opry, they put up a huge billboard proclaiming Moorhead to be the Home of Johnny Russell!
Anyhow, 1957. Halfway thru the 5th grade. The Wonder Years as they say.
I settled into the second semester of the 5th grade. Made some fine new friends. Kenneth Horne (passed away), Freddie Matthews, Frankie Hickman (also passed) and several more. I also got drafted into playing trombone in the High School as well as the Jr.College Band. Seems they didn't have anybody who could blow a 'bone. They'd send a truck over to the Grammar School every afternoon and pick me up and carry me to band practice! I thought I was a big shit! Course, I was the ONLY trombone player in the band for several years. I enjoyed it and I hated it! I had to go to a High School Foosball game every Friday Nite and a College game every Saturday Nite! Got soon SICK TO DEATH of foosball! Still refuse to watch a game. On the other hand, riding the bus with the cheerleaders to all away games DID HAVE IT'S REWARDS!
I think I will leave it here til next time, getting about time for a little SSTV. Be back soon...

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

New Blog. Nuttin about Obama nor my Chilehood

As you should know by now, I am a Ham Radio Operator and have been for the past 49 years. I love the hobby. It has changed a bit since the early days, but I adapt and overcome as the saying goes.
Anyhow, we have "Hamfests". Which is nothing more than a get=together for hams, a flea market and an excuse to get rid of old junque and get NEW junque.
We had the most recent Huntsville, AL. hamfest this past weekend, and I enjoyed it more than any of the 25+ other Huntsville hamfests that I have attended. Had a great time seeing a lot of my SSTV (Slow Scan TV) buddies and had a good time at the flea market.
Our buddy Jim, WB8NNJ from Ohio flew down, usually don't get to see him but at Dayton Hamfest.
One of our SSTV newcomers,Tim, KK5H lives in Huntsville and had us all over Saturday nite for a Bar-be-cue.
Had a wonderful time. Ate much BBQ, drank much beer and told plenty of lies.
Bought the VERY FIRST new HF rig I have ever owned from Gigaparts and I am enjoying playing with it.
I am attaching a couple of pix from the fest.......
By the way, if you had any doubts, the fine looking gentleman on the right , in the bottom picture is yours truly!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Enough FOO FOO, Here's the Facts!

I am sitting here after having text chatting with my oldest Grandson for a while! He is 19 years old. I was trying to get him to take a little interest in what is happening. No matter WHAT I said to him, his response was "LOL" (laughing out loud), or "lmao, (laughing my ass off). This boy has been exposed to me and my beliefs since he was six years old! He is a stepgrandson.
BUT! I have three children. I have raised them since they were first hatched and 2/3 of them are NO BETTER! Two of my children are liberal and the third aint interested! I LOVE MY CHILDREN and my Grandchildren! Why in Hell can't they SEE what we have in the Whitehouse? Don't they see that Obama is selling us out by the day? Apologizing for America! AMERICANS DO NOT APOLOGIZE! We took this country from the Indians, We TOOK this country from the British. Face it folks, we have not been pussies for 200 years, but we are becoming one now! He is selling us out into Socialism, Communism, Indebitedness for the next 100 years? Am I alone in my fear that the Gestapho may knock down my door any minute? Take my computers? Take my radios. Take my guns? Yea, take away my freedom as an American?
Hell, Abraham Lincoln whipped our southern asses back in 1865, but he did not take away our liberty. Why? Because even he had a birth certificate, was an American and to boot, HAD READ THE CONSTITUTION!
Folks, I am SCARED! Obama wants, by virtue of his "FREE HEALTHCARE", to be able to access my bank account, my financial records and ANYTHING ELSE HE DAMN WELL PLEASES!
He is already advocating Americans SPYING on other Americans. He wants to give a "Death Pill" to us older Americans! Jesus Christ, people, look at what's happening around you! PLEASE, please JUST THINK ABOUT IT!
I have enjoyed being a FREE AMERICAN, being able to voice my opinion, vote as I please, own a gun, work my ass off to buy groceries, pay mt bills, speak freely both in person and over the airwaves for 62 years. This is not about to change, IT IS CHANGING RIGHT NOW!!! WAKE UP AMERICA, because Obama is "lol'ing" and "lmao'ing" RIGHT NOW!!!

One More from Email, and I Love it!

My new front yard sign:

Here's a Quick, Stolen, Blog. More of a Comment

This is probably the best e-mail I've seen in a long, long time. The following has been attributed to State Representative Mitchell Kaye from GA. This guy should run for President one day...

"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."

ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.

ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.

ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful; do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.

ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes ..

ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.

ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.

ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.

ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!)

ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.

ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (Lastly....)

ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!

I only wish I'd have said it first, but I applaud the author, whoever it was.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

This says it ALL!

My friend the Grouch has outdone himself with his latest post. Check it out, if you dare!
The Grouch at Right Truth!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Sorry, But I GOTTA Take Another Poke at Obama!

Bad press, including major mockery of the plan by comedian Jon Stewart, led to President Obama abandoning his proposal to require veterans carry private health insurance to cover the estimated $540 million annual cost to the federal government of treatment for injuries to military personnel received during their tours on active duty. The President admitted that he was puzzled by the magnitude of the opposition to his proposal.
"Look, it's an all volunteer force, "Obama complained.
"Nobody made these guys go to war. They had to have known and accepted the risks. Now they whine about bearing the costs of their choice? It doesn't compute.... I thought these were people who were proud to sacrifice for their country," Obama continued, "I wasn't asking for blood, just money. With the country facing the worst financial crisis in its history, I'd have thought that the patriotic thing to do would be to try to help reduce the nation's deficit. I guess I underestimated the selfishness of some of my fellow Americans.

REMEMBER THIS STATEMENT... "Nobody made these guys go to war. They had to have known and accepted the risks. Now they whine about bearing the costs of their choice!
Is there any doubt that this man is a joke? An ego in an empty pair of pants, supported by those who despise free enterprise and all that it has created. All the civil jobs and pensions it has enabled are easily forgotten, and all they can say is GIMMIE!
I wish him no physical harm, only because we don't need a phony martyr, modeled after a phony president. My greatest desire is that he be exposed and properly disgraced for what he is -- an America hater!
Now! My Daddy was on a destroyer during WW2. Fortunately, he wasn't injured, traumatized or brain damaged as a result of HIS SERVICE TO HIS COUNTRY! He quit High School in the 11th grade to go fight Japs. Now, my daddy didn't quit school and risk his life so that we could play mamby pamby, pussy foot with the Japanese. He quit school and went to fight the Japs, cause THEY JUMPED INTO OUR SHIT!
Yep, the same ones we buy cars from now! But nevertheless, and THINK ABOUT IT, would Franklin Roosevelt would have ever even dreamed of saying,"Hell, let em insure themselves!" I don't think so!
What depths have we as an American people stooped to to have such a POMPUS, BIGOTED ASSHOLE as a President? Americans, hang your heads in ABJECT SHAME! We have become SHIT and not worthy of the rest of the world to wipe their feet on.
I have the GREATEST of respect for ANYONE who has made the supreme sacrifice and has served their country. That doesn't mean that I subscribe to the bullshit of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome or some such. But, If YOU'RE a Veteran of a FOREIGN WAR, you done GOWOOD and I salute you!!!

Monday, August 3, 2009

Southern Living, Pt 7 9/16. Mamas Will LIE to you!

Another thing, or a couple that I want to put into print. I told this story to my brother today.
When I was a wee lad, I learned a song, "I won't go huntin with you Jake, but I'll go chasin women". Now this is kind of a bawdy type song, but I learned it at the age of 3 or 4. I sang it morning, noon and nite. My Mama soon tired of it and my Daddy said not to worry, that he'd teach me a new song. So he did. He taught me the words to "Did you ever go a'swimmin, wiff a buncha nekkid wemmin, when the water was way down low?" If you might want all the words to this, juss lemmee know! Anyhow, my Mama wasn't too pleased wiff my Daddy, but I was. I now knew 2 songs!
Anyhow, at 5 years old, I needed my tonsils took out. We went to the horsepistol and my dear, sweet, sainted Mama told me that I was fixing to go smell "Some Mickey Mouse Perfume!"
I can't say any more! She LIED! They clamped that mask ober my face and turned on the ether and it wasn't anything like Mickey Mouse would've had anythin to do with!
Anyhow, i regained consciousness, got my bowl of ice cream, and went home the same day!
I got her back tho'. When she wasn't lookin that same day, I slipped into the kitchen and made me a bolony sammich. Sho was good too. Kids juss aint as tuff today!
I KNOW my children could have NEVER survived the childhood that I did.
BULL! You can survive whatever you need to. PERIOD! The American people are SURVIVORS!

Southern Living, Pt. 7 1/2, More About Alvin

Before I move along, let me tell you a little more about my uncle, Alvin Storey.
He was a great American. He fought in WW2 and more important, he liked my lil nappy ass.
Alvin, I neber called my uncles by anythin but their first names, was without a doubt, my favorite grown man in the world.
He was talented. He could make ANYTHING out of wood, and taught me some of it, he could make ANY machine work, and was in general, a GREAT GUY!.
My Mama and Daddy and Alvin and Mary , his wife, would play domino's when I was small. That's where I learned to count, playing in the boneyard! If I'd get sumpin wrong, it was Alvin that showed me where I screwed up.
I remember when I was 5, he took me out riding with him one Saturday afternoon. Now Alvin was a beer drinker. He bought hisseff a Pabst Blue Ribbon in a longneck and bought one fer me too! I drank mine all by myseff too! He finally took me home and I went in and pissed on the kitchen wall! My Mama looked at me, looked at Alvin and said "You shitass!". I didn't get to go riding with Alvin for quite a while! Broke me from pissing on the kitchen wall too!
But Alvin did show me a lot about woodworking, he gave me a bandsaw that me and Daddy used a lot while we lived in Louisiana. Now don't even think about getting me wrong. My Daddy was without a doubt, the smartest, greatest, most understanding man who ever lived, but Alvin was a CLOSE SECOND! Alvin also taught me a lot about life along the way that a Daddy couldn't!
Alvin even owned a '57 Edsel for a while and made Me understand why that was one of Ford's best cars ever. Even if it did look like it had been eating persimmons.
He and his wife, Mary never had any children. Mary had an assortment of Chihuahua dogs that were mean as snakes. But I was Alvin's favorite nephew just as he was my favorite uncle. Very few days pass, even today, that I don't remember him fondly for some reason or the other. I always loved him and I always will! I only wish that EVERYBODY had an uncle as great as Alvin Storey!