Here lately I am seeing a solid stream of Oklahoma politicians, political wanna-be’s and other social miscreants making a bee line to Washington to pay homage or tribute to our newly elected President. As my Daddy used to say, “they are not fooling anyone, they are all lining up at the trough.”
via Bus Nuts Online. Another note from the basement of time.
So if you were to hear over a radio, “185 go on down to the south-end, we will rip off your shorts and fill your rear-end.”
Well, if you didn’t know what was going on, it would sound strange, that is understandable.. Continue reading
Life beyond the TV tray … Supper time, the talking heads are on NBC telling me how good I have it, ABC is reporting “most everyone is dead,” and CBS says “these people are dead right now, they just don’t know it.” FOX has a hard hitting expose on which Movie Star got out of the limo last night at the awards show sans her underwear. CNN? Uh huh, don’t even get me started. Continue reading
George, their leader, a big burly man of 53, got off his Harley, walked through a group of gawkers, past the state trooper, and said, “What are you doing?” She replied, “I’m going to commit suicide.”
While he didn’t want to appear “sensitive,” he didn’t want to miss a be-a-legend opportunity either, so he asked, “Well, before you jump, why don’t you give me a kiss?”
So, with no hesitation at all, she leaned back over the railing and did just that. It was a long, deep, lingering kiss followed immediately by another one.
After they finished, George got approval from his biker-buddies, the onlookers, and even the state trooper, and said, “Wow! That was the best kiss I have ever had Honey! That’s a real talent you’re wasting Sugar Shorts! You could be famous if you rode with me. Why are you committing suicide?”
“My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl.”
(It’s still unclear whether she jumped or was pushed)
SOME FOLKS HAVE ALL THE LUCK: Funny thing about luck, if you are dependent on it and really need a strong dose of it, chances are that it is not likely that will happen in your life. On the other hand, if you don’t need it, and are just kind of going thru life spinning your wheels, and everything is just fine, it will more than likely hit you like a thunderbolt. Take these folks in Georgia for instance, they have done it several times.
GOD’S REPRESENTATIVE SAYS YOUR ARE OVERPAID: Recently I read where a server at AppleBee’s Restaurants was canned for posting a receipt on the Internet of a cheap female pastor. I am a strong believer in leaving a tip for a waiter or waitress as the case may be for good service. If you want a real kick start on your week, leave your waitress a generous tip or pick up the tab on someone else’s meal.
Clearly (as I see it) there is something inherently wrong about this. I am also a strong believer or of the opinion that the Bible doesn’t stipulate anywhere that women should be pastors. But that is just my take on it. Anywho, (which is a word I am fond of that I also just made up) here is the case in point, you be the judge.
AH TO BE NINETEEN AGAIN: On some mornings, when I am sitting at the table, trying to gather it all up and get it together. I will watch this video, I just love her enthusiasm and her verve, she gets the job done too. Michelle Jenneke at the olympics.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could take every hurdle in life, and make small change of it as this girl does, and at the end turn around display a huge smile and give life a hug. That is what it is all about.
As I have been somewhat verbose this morning (another bad habit I should try to break), I will leave you with one parting thought.
“The greatest thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you have been.”
Please stop by and visit us again, and puh-leeze …. tell all your friends.
As I don’t believe in self imposed exile for asserting my opinion and the shop is too cold to work on the bus, I thought I might share a thought or two with you. I will try as usual to be as diplomatic as I can. You know what diplomacy is right? That is the art of saying “nice doggie, nice doggie, until you can find a rock.”
Having tired of this computer shunt or blocker that the closed minded folks at Eagles International have placed on me, I went over today and logged off on that site. This will of course end my visits there as I don’t have the faintest idea in the world what my super-secret password might be and could care less. In other words, I have tired of the game and stick a fork in me, I am done.
A few will read into this thing issues that are simply not there, I suppose others will see this as just more “sour grapes.” Which is fine. To be candid about it all, “I often do the very same thing, read something that is really not there.” This I do know. I am of the school of thought that criticism is a good healthy thing, and if it adds to the mix, then it is a bonus. As long as name calling and flaming is held to a min. it should be at least tolerated.
In other words … If you have something to say … then by all means … say it.
I saw a church disband a long time ago, simply because two old ladies did not like the color of the carpet. The membership argued and fought, eventually the congregation became unruly and it all shut down. Canton, Oklahoma, population 600, has “13” churches, what does that tell you?
Internet boards are no different, people are people, and no two people are going to see it exactly the same. So what is the big deal?
Why do we often find folks majoring in minor things on Internet boards or in clubs? Here is some more food for thought. Why did YOU sign on for all of this? What brought you here? Did you get a letter or a come-on inviting you to seek out this place? I did, mine was from a member of this particular tribe of man. I was invited, I did not just show up on my own accord.
What I was told or sold, wasn’t what I found. Butchering this hog has not been easy. (It is a tough job, but someone has to do it.) Here lately I have been mulling it over in my quiet moments of the day. I ask myself “Why do we join clubs, when we are basically not joiners. Why do we reply or comment on threads, only to have them ignored. Why do you bother to send emails or PM’s to people, who never return the courtesy. Why is that I do not have a T-Shirt lettered Does Not Play Well With Others?”
And as with most mysteries in life … I have found … There are no easy answers.
Here is where I found reality (or my version of it) often sucked. Eventually you will reach a point when you notice that people are not answering your comments (on your string or on their string for that matter) and you realize it is time to pull down your shingle and close up shop. If you make the occasional telephone call and that call is not returned, then it is time to move on. Sooner or later, (if you are smarter than say “the average monkey”) you get the message.
Then there are people like me of course. We are hopeless, we never seem to get it.
Unfortunately, I have at times given a few people way too much space in my head, and that was my fault. But in all things, there is always clearly a choice, I should have used better judgement in my dealings with these people. These folks who put the “fun” in dysfunctional.
Some people seek out adventure in their lives, to explore new places, to find fun, only to discover they have arrived at a place where fun comes to die. It doesn’t always even out on the Internet … Some items naturally will fall on the negative side of the scale. It would be best if I remembered that from time to time.
Most guys would be hard pressed to admit it, but a lot of our wives are smarter than we are. Mine asks me about this bus board turmoil all of the time. “How is it you can justify the time, putting up all this stuff, with negative results? To me, there has to be a plus, something to justify the means to the end, and it simply isn’t there.”
Sadly I find that she is right, often it just isn’t worth the time or the effort expended. I cannot on most days, justify the time and the effort put forth 99% of the time. She suggested that I just throw in the towel and be done with it, she suggested that I do that a long, long time ago. But of course, I could not see it her way, that is why they call it “marriage.”
So, perhaps some day in the future, when people come up to me and inquire, “Are you the guy that was on the bus boards that used to write all that stuff under the name of Boxcarokie? Are you as witty, insightful, articulate, and as handsome as your writing suggests?”
I will just reply “Uh, not really. I am only five eight.”
See y’all out on the boulevard … I will toss you a wave when the wife and I roll by. We will be in the Gun Metal Gray Outfit that is styling in the Smart Aleck Lane … Flyin High In Our Eagle … The Star Of The American Highway.
Watch those right-handers.
Asked four people today at lunch, four complete and utter strangers, one simple question. I would look at them and say, “If you don’t mind, can I ask you who you are going to vote for in November?” At to a person, each one replied, “No One. I am not voting. I am sick of it.” It is no small wonder we get the type of government we have, when we exhibit attitudes such as these.
We deserve the type of government we are getting. We evidently don’t seem to care about them … Why in the world should they care about us?
The Loving Universal brotherhood of man is an inclusive, benevolent, politically correct, loving lie. We blame everyone in the immediate vicinity for our problems, but never step up and assume responsibility for our fair share. It is much easier to lay it off on the next guy.
I read a great quote on that this past week, it was in the LA Times:
“It is past time for Americans to stop attributing the polarization of our public life to the media, the demon entity “Washington” or “the elites.” As long as we continue to avoid the hard work of scrutinizing public affairs without the filter of polemical shouting heads, we have no one to blame for the governing class and its policies but ourselves.
Like Hofstadter, I yearn to live in a society that values fair-mindedness. But it will take nothing less than a revolutionary public re-commitment to the pursuit of fairness, knowledge and memory to halt, much less reverse, the trend toward an ignorant single-mindedness that threatens the future of democracy itself.”
Every life it seems, is filled with “If Onlies” …
If I had only spent more time with my father.
If only I had married someone else.
If only I had gotten that job in Bakersfield, back in the Seventies.
If only, If only, If only.
Our life may be full of injustices that are beyond our control,
it is up to us to see that they are NOT full of bitterness or regret.
It is up to us, to change it.
Mr. Meant-to-be has a comrade
And his name is Didn’t-do
Have you ever chanced to meet them?
Did they ever call on you?
These two fellows live together
In the house of Never-win
And I am told that it is haunted
By the ghost of what might-have-been.
So goes the week, such as it is.