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!!!
Friday, August 28, 2009
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!
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!"
BULLSHIT!!!!!
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!
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!"
BULLSHIT!!!!!
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
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...
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!
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