Corporate Crap and Other Dubious Wisdom

After a lifetime of being shot at and missed and shit at and hit, I’ve finally hit the big time. 

All it took was one picture by Glasshoppah and my ugly mug is now plastered in a Federal State Department magazine with 50,000 distribution, as well as online to the Feds et. al. 

Damned right it’s all about me!  My anonymity is shot to hell now, and I may have to go underground to avoid all those panting federal employees.

Whatever… next time some bored State Department person trips over me on their way out of the bar, at least they can say I look familiar and actually mean it.  No, it isn’t me in the pool!

Go over an congratulate Glasshoppah for totally ruining my image!

When are people going to learn?

In a letter to the editor a mother recently noted that her son and his friends, out for a quiet dinner in Honolulu, were accosted by war protestors.  As if her son was responsible for the war because he happens to be a soldier.

These protesters were rude and confrontational to the point of using obscene language and gestures. One of them, an older man, even told them that they were doing nothing in Iraq but raping and stealing. They were also told by the group that they were not welcome in Hawaii and should "leave the island." Star Bulletin

This reminds me of another time when our men and women were blamed for yet another unpopular war, and suffered the ridicule of their own people.  Why can’t people understand that it isn’t our wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters fighting in the war that make policy?  They’re  just the ones on the front line that are defending the protestor’s right to protest.  Sometimes I really hate it when I’m right.

I fully believe in the right of our citizens to protest, but taking your frustrations, anger, and need to get on TV out on soldiers who are just trying to do what they get paid for is just wrong.  Trust me, they certainly don’t enjoy getting shot at any more than the protestors would if they were on the front line.

Let’s not start the same anti-war crap crap that tore up the country during Viet Namh and caused years of resentment and discord in America.  Spreading the seeds of discord in the end is doing Americas’ enemies work for them.

I am from Cowboy Boots, from Stetsons and Tony Lama.

I am from the heat in the desert, and the coyote’s plaintive call at night.
I am from the barrel cactus, the hidden water never seen.

I am from West Texas, where the sun on the sidewalk will blister your feet,
from the land of the Alamo, where everything is bigger than anywhere else.

I am from the land of tall trees made of oil wells, and of tall men made of grit,
from the  Houston, and Austin, and yes… of Bowie and Crockett.

I am from a man named Elic who rode 40 miles on horseback to court Celia every Friday after chores, from the Apache, the English, and a Scotsman who was Laird.

I am from a buzzard’s egg hatched on top of a fencepost on a hot August morning,
from the big wind of a blast from man’s greatest folly.

I am from Southern Baptists during the week and vacation bible school in the summer.
I am from the land of “Yes Ma’am”, and “No Ma’am”, because it’s just polite to me.

Just in case you weren’t feeling too old today, this will certainly change things.

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1987 .

They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

They think Free Love is porn on the Internet and Hippies are a new style of jeans.

The CD was introduced the year they were born.

They have always had an answering machine

They have always had cable.

Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.!

They don’t know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard: "Where’s the Beef?", "I’d walk a mile for a Camel", or "de plane Boss, de plane".

McDonald’s never came in Styrofoam containers.

The "Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" was that date they had last night and "For a Few Dollars More" they could have gotten that XBot

They don’t have a clue how to use a typewriter

They think Moby Dick is an STD

Do you feel old yet? (Sorry)  Notice the larger type, that’s for those of you who have trouble reading.

Save the earth. It’s the only planet with chocolate

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