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Back in 1849 there was a big push to make it out to the coast that was fueled by an urge to be rich, the lure of Gold in the Sierra Nevada’s brought a lot of men to California.  Now days it is just the opposite, a lot of men going to California, bringing the gold (bands) and getting married.

Mass. Quickly jumped on the bandwagon, and Washington State recently passed same-sex legislation and now the Golden State has announced “that it is all right” this from the Governator Arnold Schawartzen-whatever who not long ago was calling his legislators “Girly Men.”

Today quite a few media news sites had “Gay Marriage” as the search engines most popular item.  Everyone it seems is in a hurry to get out to the coast and get “legally married” as they put it.  I guess all these people are sick of being single and finishing their own sentences or something?

California has become known as the friendly destination for gay travelers and it appears that they are really rolling out the welcome mat.  Some states will do anything for the tourist dollar.  California websites (there are four of them) are showcasing gay marriage sites and helping with reservations.  There is an address but you will not be getting it from me.  I am strictly boy-girl-boy-girl-boy-girl, I don’t believe in this at all.

An old cowboy leaned back in his rickety chair, up against the wall, and stared off into the horizon.  There he spotted, far away, a small singular speck in the distance.  Gradually as time went on the spec grew in size, and after awhile, he recognized it as a man on horseback.

Time in the west Texas sun quickly passed, and the lone character on the horizon a man on a horse, eventually rode up to the front porch of this Texan’s place.  He stopped, smiled broadly and then announced, “I am your neighbor, I have been riding over here to invite you to a party at my place tomorrow night.”

The Texan in the chair said, “Yes, I have been noticing you riding here for quite sometime, glad you stopped by.  What kind of party is this at your place?”

The rider replied, “Well, there’s gonna be some music, and some whiskey and drinking, and some more music, and some whiskey and some drinking, and I suppose some dancin’ … and then there’s gonna be some sex!”

The old rancher smiled real big and said, “What is it you think I should wear?” And the neighbor replied, “Don’t make much difference, it is just gonna be me and you.”

The west is a changin’ Buckaroo’s (never thought I would use that word in a sentence).  Broke Back Mountain and now this.  Gives new meaning to every western I have ever seen or will see I guess.

I am gonna pump you full of lead.  Give me a stiff one barkeep.  Don’t fret, I have been in tight spots before.  Howdy Partner  You stay here while I sneak around from behind.  Saddle sore.  Hold it right there!  Now move your hand, reeeal slow-like.  Let’s mount up.  Nice spread you got here.  Ride ‘em Cowboy!

I always had my doubts about those boys on the Ponderosa.  Always figured that Ben was okay, but I worried about the boys quite a lot.  They never could hold down a lady for any amount of time, and the women in that show always kind of got “killed off every week.”  Made me curious every Sunday Night about Seven P.M.  I always wondered about them and maybe Hop Sing .. you know.

There is no doubt that same-sex marriages and vacations in California are gonna take off this summer, and it will to some extent be good for the local economy.  As for me, a chair and a glass of sweet tea on the front porch is good enough for me.

Perhaps I am just plain stooopid or something, but I just don’t get it.

BACK DOOR COWBOY

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