The Brag

Part of Southron and Western male tradition is 'The Brag'. A man's brag says more about how witty, humorous, creative, and personable he is than how tough or accomplished he is.

Here's one of the best I've heard:

From This Cowboy's Hat by Chris LeDoux

You'll ride a black tornado, 'cross the western sky.
Rope an ole blue northern, and milk it til it's dry.
Bull dawg the Mississippi, and pin her ears down flat...
Long before you take this cowboys hat...

The Hammer Came Down

Well I never thought I'd have to do it, but I banned someone today for trolling. Deleted their posts even. It's dictatorial, I know.

I'm sure there will be disagreements here, arguments, hissy fits even and all that is OK; but outright trolling... nope. I am more than willing to share what meager knowledge/experience I possess and am quite capable of admitting I am wrong. I am wrong so often (so the wife says) I have gotten in the habit of admitting it even. But if you've got an ax to grind, do it somewhere else. There are ways to make points that provoke thoughtfulness in others and there are ways to provoke others. I will not provide space or a forum for you.

Stir shit somewhere else. And at least grow the balls to display your email and homepage.

Nuff Said.

A Budding Author!

My oldest daughter has been a prolific story writer for some years now, and says she gets an 'A' on every story she writes. I set up a place for her to post her stories.

Remember, she is 11 years old. Obviously, Nate, Welldigger, and I will be monitoring and supervising the activity. She wants to tell y'all to, "Send your daughters over", to her blog. "If they like horses they'll love it. No boys allowed!"

Of course boys ARE allowed so long as they behave as gentlemen.

Mono(b)logue

Many apologies. Look at the weeds around here! Better get busy; perhaps plant some shrubbery over there….

Gregg has been beside himself over this Terry Shiavo situation, and I must admit that for a time I had no trouble remaining detached and aloof from the whole thing. However, empathy catches up to nearly all of us and the horror has finally sunk in. Stephen King and Alfred Hitchcock could not together conjure such a diabolical end for an innocent woman. I, for one, had no ability to imagine the extent of the organized, engaged, willful machinery of this poor woman’s torture.

It must not be discounted the heavy application of government force to insure that Terry leaves this world in as miserable a way as is imaginable. The black robes have stated that not only will she die, but that we shall be forced to watch and may do nothing to stop it. Police arrest those attempting to give aid, and have cordoned off the facility. Healthcare professionals, who by definition have dedicated their lives to the preservation of human life are forced to stand idly by while this machinery slowly, horribly grinds Terry to dust.

This is not a fork in the road to western depravity and moral insolvency, we have obviously passed beyond that, but a marker in red letter’s stating, “Turn Back Now – SHITSTORM AHEAD!”

“And the king will say to them in reply, 'Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me’” Mathew (25:31-40).
Does the converse apply in that what we do to the least brothers we do to Him?

I don’t know anything of Terry’s father, but in his shoes I know if I was unable to mount a successfully murderous snatch and grab before hope runs out for my daughter there would be hell to pay.

“Vengence is Mine, Sayeth the Lord”.

Yes, and I would make immediately available to Him as many of those directly responsible for the continued suffering of my daughter for administration of said vengence.
We got trouble on planet earth, boys. We got trouble.