Okie Stinkin Thinkin

More severe weather in the Heart-Land last night a lot of noise and a lot of wind.  Most of the heavy hitters went north of our home and I am thankful for that.  We seem to be having a rash of tornados this year, nationwide the count is high, over 800.  So if you are from overseas and you want to go “Storm Chasing” things are definitely in your favor, the storms are on the rise, and the American Dollar is in the economic dumpster.  Come on over and get blown away on the cheap side.


What is the difference between a hurricane and a tornado?  I don’t know, but somebody is gonna lose a trailer house.


Sort of been grousing around the net this morning, pushing the random blog button up there in the right hand corner and seeing where I will be magically transported to.  Some of my locations this morning have been rather bizarre to say the least.  There is a statistical theory that if you gave a million moneys typewriters and set them to work, they’d eventually come up with the complete works of Shakespeare. 


Thanks to the Internet, and the random blog button, we now know this isn’t quite true.


Man this is gross.  Olympia Washington has just passed a resolution concerning the parking of RV’s and motorhomes on the street.  Some residents have complained of these campers taking up space on city streets, running generators all night long, and actually dumping raw sewage at some locations.  The people in the campers say they would be homeless if it were not for the RV’s …


And once again, someone takes it on their own, to ruin it for the next guy.


Taking out the trash on a grand scale.  Trash is starting to crowd paradise, so Hawaii is looking to ship its trash literally thousands of miles to dumpsites in Oregon, Idaho, and Washington State.  Kind of makes sense, I mean, when you live on an island it is bound to pile up and become a problem.  The shrink wrapped bales would make the 12-18 day voyage on barges to the mainland.  They want to move 100,000 tons of the stuff for the next three to six years.


This is not going to sound politically correct or environmentally friendly, but I got to thinking, with the most active site in the world for volcano’s, why don’t they just dump the stuff into one of them and let nature incinerate it.


While we are on the subject of garbage.  An Oklahoma Federal judge has shot down the New Oklahoma Immigration Law as “probably” unconstitutional?  What in the world is that?  Is it or is it not?  Kind of like being “almost pregnant” if you ask me.  This is the trouble with the court system, the judicial branch is supposed to rule on law, not write it.  There is a distinct difference between commenting or presenting an opinion and legislating. 


Too many of these judges seem to believe that the law is for everyone else, and their “opinions” (personal opinions) are for everyone.


She stated the law was “profiling” all Mexicans, and therefore, was restricting the rights of Mexicans that are here legally.  So what is the beef?  They stop me all the time to check for seatbelts, as pickup owners are terrible about NOT using them, but you don’t hear me whining about it.  I just wear the seat belt.  Same thing here, the “legal immigrants” have nothing to complain about. 


First, it will help raise their rate of pay as the illegals are no longer here, to work for slave wages.  Second, they are paying into the system just like everyone else, and removing these across the border, freeloading parasites, will in the end, cut down on the tax load.


This was a ruling for Big Business not for the people.  It will “probably” come back to bite her in the butt one of these days.  Another reason Oklahoma always comes off as a bunch of ignorant hillbillies and hicks, stupid crap like this, surely doesn’t help the issue any.  Sooner or later, someone is going to find some guts to attack this problem and save this country from imploding.


Our only saving grace in all this might be we are not the only state or locale with whacked out judges, you don’t have to look all that far to find one that is worse than ours.  A judge in New York recently jailed 46 people because of a cell phone that was ringing in his court room.  He is now no longer a sitting judge.  It appears that we “proably” have one too many around here too.


Two girls in Cedar Rapids Iowa are ahead of the game this morning.  A court there ruled that their being detained by police and subsequently being “stripped searched” for protesting at a George W Bush rally was against the law, and their civil rights were violated.  They were awarded $750,000 and it is a shame, a downright shame that the judgment didn’t come out of the pockets of Bush & Cheney personally.  Under the guise of Free Speech, National Security and the Patriot Act, Bush has effectively squelched all dissent in this country. 


You can protest and make your voice heard, if you are say, five miles away.
A guy is 65 years old and loves to fish.  He was sitting in his boat the other day when he heard a voice say, ‘Pick me up.’ He looked around and couldn’t see anyone. He thought he was dreaming when he heard the voice say again, ‘Pick me up’.

He looked in the water and there, floating on the top, was a frog. The man said

‘Are you talking to me?’


The frog said, ‘Yes, I’m talking to you. Pick me up. Then, kiss me and I’ll turn into the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. I’ll then give you more sexual pleasure that you ever could have dreamed of.’

The man looked at the frog for a short time, reached over, picked it up carefully, and placed it in his front breast pocket. Then, the frog said, ‘What, are you nuts?    Didn’t you hear what I said?    I said kiss me and I will give you sexual pleasures like you have never had.’  

He opened his pocket, looked at the frog and said, ‘Nah, at my age I’d rather have a talking frog.’


Have a great weekend.




Harley’s And Other Stuff

I saw a poster the other day, one of those old posters.  It was the one with two buzzards sitting on a limb, and this one buzzard looks at the other bird and he says …… “Patience my a–.  I wanna kill something.”  I am the one on the right … That is often how I feel after viewing the news on Channel Five.  I just want to kill something. I know, “Relax Bucko, sit back and take a deep breath, chill out.” 

Unfortunately, Okie City is now 8th in the top ten in the nation for Co2 emissions.  Not very encouraging, everyone take a deep breath!  Taking a deep breath here could be dangerous to your health, or possibly cause your babies to be born naked or something like that.  (I haven’t read the complete survey as of this date)  In some ways, progress has truly came to the prairie, we are now, much like Los Angeles, able to “see the air we are breathing” on certain days.

The weather in here the Central Area of the U.S. has grown warmer, seems as if it is early this year to me.  My wanderlust gene has kicked in and will progressively get worse as the weather improves.  I am wanting to spread my wings and fly, but we all know that is not going to happen any time soon, don’t we?  All last weekend, “I wanna go to Denver, do I wanna go to Denver, I am going to Denver, can I afford to go to Denver?” 

I sit at home. 

Much like an old dog, on some days scratching at the back door to get out, I want out into the yard to roam.  Only to find that I am now ready to come back into the house, I am really having a hard time making up my mind about this, and I suspect, coming into touch with my feminine side.  (don’t send me any letters)  Which is my way of saying … I just cannot seem to make up my mind.

This morning I was thinking about how it was that I used to go out in the garage, sit down and fire up my old Harley and just sit there and listen to it idle.  I would generally do this on the days when it was cold or wet, too miserable to ride, or if I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts.  Some guys crank up the 10” table saw and build a coffee table, this is what I used to do.  Listening to my Pig Iron Pony in the garage.  A small simple pleasure of life, something to get you thru the long winter months. *

One winter, as I remember it, before I owned a home, I completely stripped the bike in the kitchen of my apartment, repainted it, had some chrome work done, and then put it all back together, without ever leaving the apartment all winter long.  When I completed the reassembly process, I fired that sucker up, and the landlord served me an eviction notice about three days later. 

Life has it problems.  But even so, it seems like things were a lot better when I was a scooter rat.

I could pony up to the pump and for a dollar two ninety-five, I could fill that beast up, ride most of the day on that minuscule amount of fuel.  Now days, it takes me over a hundred bucks just to get to Amarillo (252 miles). The home of the Big Texan and the monumentally huge Texas sized steak that most people cannot eat.

Sometimes I miss that old scooter, not much, but every now and then.  As I sit on the front porch in my lawn chair and sail from tedium to boredom and back again. 


* The Author of this post in no way encourages the activation of internal combustion engines within a closed environment without first ensuring adequate ventilation. Failure to observe proper safety procedures may result in carbon dioxide poisoning and/or death.