BC: High Plains Drifter …

FYI:  New to this site.  If you see “BC” in front of a title that will indicate “Bus Camper” as I know a lot of you do not share my passion for old buses, nor do you wish to read about them or the lifestyle.  Guys yes, girls not so much.  So if you see it first ladies or you are a non fan, just pass.  There will always be something else later on.

High Plains Drifter

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Heads Or Coins

It’s been a while since I’ve posted so I thought you might be wondering where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to.  I’ve been doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that.  I could tell you I have been working hard, but that would not be exactly truthful by any stretch of the imagination.

I could say I have been hard at play and making a new life for myself.  That too, would be fabricated non-sense.  In essence, here is the bottom line.  I have been sleeping quite a bit.  Things have not been all that rosy for me here lately, so in order to cope, I have been checking out and sleeping is my fashion of dealing with it.

Life however goes on.

We are considering a trip to Tennessee and noticed that I have more in the old fuel fund that I thought I had.  Still have my Flyin Hooker gift card that my friends at Prevost Community gave me, so in reality, I am just a little bit ahead of the game right now.  It is hard to see it that way, but it is right there, one little check mark on the plus side of life.  Like Tom Cruise in the movie Top Gun … “I feel the need for speed.”  Unfortunately, being a dues paying member of the old geezer set, my rally call is somewhat different … “I need to grab the big wheel and go.” (that is a steering wheel on a bus for the uninitiated in life)

My bride, that little parsimonious grocery shopper, wants to go the world’s largest mall in Minnie-No-place Minnesota and I find that I am yearning to see another sunset over the Bad Lands in South Dakota.

She puts in her LAST DAY as a working woman on the 31st of this month.  Retirement.  I retired when I was 43 years old, so I have had a lot of time to myself and doing what it is that I wanted to do unsupervised all of these years.  This is going to take some adjustment, I sometimes fear that I will have too much wife for my retirement now, this is going to be different.

                                                    I digress, sorry.

It will be good to get up in the Bad Lands/Black Hills.  This time, like a bottle of fine wine, I am going to savor it and consume it with complete abandon.  With the rising price of fuel it is almost impossible to plan on going anywhere anymore with any kind of certainty, so it would behoove us all to relish what time we have in these special places and enjoy it like it will never happen again.

Because, it could very well be just that.

One last hurrah.

Sinking back in the chair, I close my eyes and I can see a small dusty spot just off the road, next to a bridge, and a river that rolls by in a timeless sort of way.  A sky full of stars and dead quiet … the gentle peace of the endless prairie at night.  Something about that part of the country that is almost indescribable and knowing you can never see it all in just one trip.

                                                Makes it all kind of special.

In my spirit I feel a need to get back to those things, at least one more time.  Looks like that is going to get done sometime next year.  If the oil companies would just back off on their greed for a little while, I could very well write a new chapter in my book.  Soon to be a new mini-series on ABC next fall, check your local listings.

Leaves are turning on the tree’s and it looks like the grass in the backyard will have to be mowed one more time.  Been thinking about winter prepping the bus this week, do not see us heading out on any new Grand Adventure for awhile and before you know it, it will be winter time.  Funny how you always notice the trees turning in the fall, but when spring arrives and everything greens out, you are somewhat surprised.

This morning, sitting here doing a little internal housekeeping and I noted a few new folks have signed up and are following the site.  Such interesting looking people, living in all manner of diverse places on the planet and I always wonder, why don’t they come online and say something?

Anyway, What have you been up to lately?   Please entertain and energize us in the comments section.

As always we are glad that you stopped by for a brief visit, giving us a little of your time out of your busy day, you are okay!  If you are not real busy today, here is a very good read that I came across just this past weekend.

Lying versus being wrong.

Check it out, it will make your day.


Up On The Soapbox Again

Hi Guy’s, greetings to all of you this Monday morning, I trust you had a productive and fruitful weekend and were sated and amused.  As I am an inquisitive sort, I often wonder about things.  All sorts of things.   Things in general, things that don’t seem right, this thing and that thing.

Take Ol T Boone Pickens, my favorite West Texas Oil man, for example.  Before the elections Ol T Boone was on every channel, telling us we had to get rid of the trucks, that we were dependent on foreign oil and that we needed a windmill in every back yard.

This includes Martha’s Vineyard Teddy, you don’t get a pass on this either.

Where is he now?  You don’t see hide nor hair of Ol’ T Boone and I am wondering, “What happened to this West Texas brush popper?  He doesn’t seem to be anywhere to be found these days.”  Could it be that Big Oil discreetly told him to shut up?  Perhaps pointing out to Ol T Boone, that talking about national energy problems and God forbid, unabashedly presenting solutions to those problems, was not in his best interest. That it might be more prudent for him to just be quiet, if he knew what was good for him.

Here is another “thing” that bothers me this morning.

Why is it we are constantly being dumbed down or kept in the dark on most everything, like mushrooms, fed a constant diet of BS and never allowed out into the sunshine.  Why is it we are always being “fed bad math” when it comes to oil and oil reserves in this country?

Why is it when a report is issued that is favorable in nature, why is it never “reported.” Being as T. Boone Pickens, an oil man, the modern day energy savior of the country, has all the answers.  Perhaps he could tell us why was this particular U. S. Geological Service energy based report was kept hush hush?

The U. S. Geological Service issued a report in April (’08) that only scientists and oil men knew was coming, but man was it big.  It was a revised report (hadn’t been updated since ’95) on how much oil was in this area of the western 2/3 of North Dakota; Western South Dakota; and extreme Eastern Montana.  Check this out: The Bakken field is the largest domestic oil discovery since Alaska’s Prudhoe Bay, and has the potential to eliminate all American dependence on foreign oil.

The Energy Information Administration (EIA) estimates it at 503 billion barrels.

Even if just 10% of the oil is recoverable … at $107 a barrel, we’re looking at a resource base worth more than $5.3 trillion.  When first briefed, legislators on this were virtually ignorant of its existence, you could practically see their jaws hit the floor. They had no idea.’ says Terry Johnson, the Montana Legislature’s financial analyst. This sizable find is now the highest-producing onshore oil field found in the past 56 years reports, The Pittsburgh Post Gazette.

It’s a formation known as the Williston Basin, but is more commonly referred to as the ‘Bakken.’  And it stretches from Northern Montana, through North Dakota and into Canada.  For years, U. S. oil exploration has been considered a dead end.  Even the ‘Big Oil’ companies gave up searching for major oil wells decades ago.  However, a recent technological breakthrough has opened up the Bakken’s massive reserves and we now have access of up to 500 billion barrels.

And because this is light, sweet oil, those billions of barrels will cost Americans just $16 PER BARREL!  That’s enough crude to fully fuel the American economy for 41 years straight. And if THAT didn’t throw you on the floor, then this next one should – because the report is from TWO YEARS AGO.  You can read all about it.  (U. S. Oil Discovery- Largest Reserve in the World! Stansberry Report Online – 4/20/2006)

Hidden 1,000 feet beneath the surface of the Rocky Mountains lay the largest untapped oil reserve in the world. It is more than 2 TRILLION barrels .. On August 8, 2005 President Bush mandated its extraction. In three and a half years of high oil prices none has been extracted.

With this mother-load of oil why are we still fighting over off-shore drilling?

The report also reported this stunning news:  It is entirely possible that we have more oil inside our borders, than all the other proven reserves on earth. Here are the official estimates:  8-times as much oil as Saudi Arabia  – 18-times as much oil as Iraq – 21-times as much oil as Kuwait – 22-times as much oil as Iran – 500-times as much oil as Yemen – and it’s all right here in the Western United States.  I find it somewhat curious that no mention is made of Venezuela who we import 5% of our crude.

HOW can this BE? HOW can we NOT BE extracting this?

Because the environmentalists and others have blocked all efforts to help America become independent of foreign oil.  The major oil companies secreting it away doesn’t seem to help matters any either. Again, we are letting a small group of people dictate our lives and our economy.  WHY?  James Bartis, lead researcher with the study says we’ve got more oil in this very compact area than the entire Middle East -more than 2 TRILLION barrels untapped.

That’s more than all the proven oil reserves of crude oil in the world today, reports The Denver Post.  Don’t think ‘OPEC’ will drop its price – even with this find?  Think again!  It’s all about the competitive marketplace, – it has to . Think OPEC just might be funding the environmentalists?  Got your attention/ire up yet?  Hope so!  Now, while you’re thinking about it … and hopefully find yourself just a little bit P.O’d, do this: you should stifle yourself.

The next time you want to complain about gas prices (and you will, Americans LOVE to complain) remember this .. because by doing NOTHING, you’ve forfeited your right to complain … cold hard fact of life, sorry. I just wonder what would happen in this country if every one of you sent a copy of this to every one in your address book.

By the way… this is all true …That is the truly sad part.

If you have any problem with it and doubt its validity, please check it out at the link.

Think about this the next time you are reaching deep into that pocket to pony up some bucks for a tank full of liquid gold.  If any of you happen to come across Ol T. Boone, let me know, I want to ask him a question or two.  We now return you to the REAL NEWS in this country, which seems to be which movie star or media personality and/or celebrity is currently pushing up daisies.


Chilly America


Back home and it is cold.  Been an interesting week.  Life is so good to me, now I can vividly remember when George Bush gave his “final-final-this is really it-goodbye speech.”  I stared at the television and thought to myself, “I cannot believe this nightmare is finally winding down and he is truly going to go away.”

Visibly frustrated beyond belief, I wanted to take off my shoe and throw it at him, but unfortunately, we pawned our last pair of shoes on Wednesday to buy some groceries.

We Have Closed Our Stinking Springs!

Idaho Falls Idaho – Federal officials said they will redraw a map that mistakenly includes part of an eastern Idaho ski area as closed to people. The Bureau of Land Management’s Stinking Springs winter wildlife closure map includes 66 acres of Kelly Canyon Ski Resort. Closures are intended to help reduce wildlife interactions with humans during the tough winter months.

Are You Water-boarding My Wife?

Kind of a slow day, think I will drive down to my wife’s employer and ask them a question.  “Each morning I bring to you my wife, she is fresh, she is smiling, she is in a good mood.  The woman that I love radiates with good will and energy.  At four P.M. I come to pick her up, and you deliver to me, the She Cat From Hell!  What are you people doing to her anyway?”

Sarah Palin Is Mad At The Media

Sarah announced this week that she has had it with bloggers and the media, then she turned around to complain to …… Yeppers … The media.  It will be great when her new book comes out this spring, then we will finally find out the truth on all this.  Don’t you just love it when they write a novel or a book, then we get to find out if the person had past lives where she was an explorer of the frozen north, an empress who tried to seduce a king, a priestess of politics or a maxi-pad.

New Action Figure in West Palm Beach

West Palm Beach Florida – A man with a visible potbelly – and a memorable disguise – tried without success to haul away two different ATMs over the past two weeks, the Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office said.  Security video from the ATMs showed the man dressed in a black ninja outfit with a hood that revealed only his eyes.

What?  The Great American Prairie is empty?

Bismarck South Dakota – Officials in the state’s largest cities are trying to find places to put all the snow. In Bismarck, a pile in the parking lot at the Famous Dave’s barbecue restaurant is nearly 20 feet high. Manager Shane Frank said workers have had to shoo neighborhood children off the newfound sledding hill for fear of injuries.  It works the same way with a pile of sand on the driveway in the summertime.

Kids are after all … kids.

On the other end of the country, frustration was mounting in Spokane, Washington after freak winter storms buried the normally arid eastern Washington city under six feet of snow.  This has snarled traffic, disrupted garbage collections, and frayed the tempers and nerves of many residents.  Police are now reporting incidents of “Snow Rage.”  One man allegedly shot at a snow plow operator simply for honking at him.

Not Right Now Honey … The Game Is On.

A group of U.S. congressmen asked House Speaker Nancy Pelosi to rearrange the voting schedule so that they could watch a football game.  In a note to Pelosi to “kindly consider” rescheduling votes so that he and other lawmakers could attend the national title game between Florida and Oklahoma.  Pelosi’s office denied the request.

Oklahoma choked and blew it, but if you bet on Florida, you came out alright.  Anytime Oklahoma goes to a bowl game, bet the other side, because Sooners they like to party too much the night before.

Holier than thou, or at least, taller.

A small Brazilian farming town announced plans this week to erect a statue of a 128 foot tall Jesus.  This is 4 feet taller than the country’s famous Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro.  Here is a miracle for you.  A supposedly paraplegic Mexican woman who’d been begging for change from her wheelchair jumped up and ran down the street when a security guard saw her trying to augment her income by breaking into a store.

Can You Spare A Dime

You ever notice that the beggar on the street corner always has a smoke?  Cigarettes selling for $4 a pack and higher in some areas of the country, but they always seem to have one.  And last week, a totally new wrinkle.  Standing there on the corner with the customary cardboard sign that says “stranded — homeless — anything will help” and he reaches into his shirt pocket, fishes out a cellphone and takes a call.

I believe I have seen it all.  No!  I Don’t Have A Quarter!

While we are on the subject (cell phones).  Clermont Florida – Brad Cox is lucky to have an unlimited text messaging plan. His daughter, Emilee, 14, sent or received more than 35,000 messages a month twice in the past year, a volume confirmed by Sprint. Emilee’s big month was June, when she tallied 35,463 text messages, about 1,182 a day. She attributed the spike to trading messages with friends while at cheerleading camp.  Here is a probable candidate for either carpal syndrome or a brain tumor for sure.

Obama Fever Grips The Nation

Just A Few Days Until The Celebration

The country is gearing up for its “Day In History” and the huge celebration in Washington DC.  This should be some shin-dig for sure.  Dancin’ In The Streets — The whole nine yards.  We in the Heartland will be tucked back into our warm cocoons and will watch in comfort and warmth from our living rooms.  At my age, that is the only type of history I am capable of celebrating.  Living in about the “reddest state in the nation” I am all too familiar with the drill.

Two Oklahoma farmers were discussing politics and the first one says: “I believe in a share and share alike policy. One where we are all equal.”

“Well” replied the other farmer “I’m not sure about that. What you mean is that if you have two horses you’d give me one?”

“Of course” says the first.  The second farmer continued: “And if you had two cars, you’d give me one of them too?”


“So” says the second farmer, “if you had two pigs then you’d give me one of them?”

“Ah, now hang on a minute” says the first farmer, “you know I’ve got two pigs!”


The Old Days

Think back to when you were growing up in South Dakota or Nebraska or somewhere where three billion people have never been and times were just as tough.

When you had to, like my dad, walk 14 miles to school each day round trip, uphill BOTH ways on never a nice day, to a one-room school house.

This after he had milked twenty-seven cows, strung a mile of barbed wire and plowed two acres by flashlight behind Ol Rivers the family Mule.

You remember those days … don’tcha?

Every now and then I will remember them when my four year old grandchild climbs up in my lap and says “Tell me a story about the olden days Grandpa.” Then it all comes rushing back, the seat on a bucket in the high-chair-step-ladder in the kitchen, and the home style haircut that dad used to give me to save .75 cents.

A haircut that was so bad that it made me cry when the kids at school laughed at me the next day. The afternoon sitting at the kitchen table “writing my words” on the paper with big lines and a pencil.

Reading the newspaper to my mama when she cooked supper because my teacher sent a note home that said “Donnie isn’t reading very good, he needs a lot of work.” Learning how to do fractions and homework instead of going outside to play with the dog.

No daycare in the fifties … Back in those days … You raised YOUR kid. Someone else did not do it.  It was your JOB … It was expected of YOU.

Kids today have it good, they are too soft, and we are turning them into non functioning dummies. Video gaming, text messaging (which butchers the language brutally), and an age of convenient shortcuts. Cell phones, cheat sheets, calculators, computers.

The short road to oblivion.

In my 19 — none on your business — school photo album I see all the pictures of the generation that was going to change it all. Glancing thru my old classmates book I see seven future doctors, two Nobel Prize Winners, three preachers, two generals and one of the first female airline pilots. Missing are lying senators, presidents, bankrupt savings and loan officers, stock merchants, very few rotten apples in the entire bunch.

Why? Because they slapped the crap out of us in those days and they MADE US learn something, they forced us to take something with us on our journey thru puberty. If you were a problem, they didn’t cut you loose at the end of the day, you got detention. You paid for your sins.

They made us learn how to read.

It used to be “if you got into trouble at school, you were in trouble at home. And I mean BEFORE you got home” now days it just isn’t so. So now you know why eight out of ten American high school graduates cannot even make change for a dollar, because they never had the daylights’ beat out of them in the primary grades that is why. Why kids in Eastern/Western Europe, Japan and most of Asia kick our butts in just about any type of scholarly competition.

When you do not learn, then you are doomed to a lifetime of Anger Management classes at the local family health clinic, instead of being a productive citizen and family maker. Having virtually no education disables a kid before they even have a shot at the American Dream, that is, what is left of it these days.

We have a society being run increasing by dysfunctional illiterates and we have no one to blame but ourselves.  Our neglect of our young is now our curse

The sixties were very good to me, so therefore, I can understand our President who frequently speaks in terms of often-mocked malapropisms that could stem from dyslexia, or a lack of education in his youth. He certain seems to have his share of problems forming and processing words or sentences.

But when you stop to think about it, he doesn’t need to be big on language, he is after all from Texas.

So when he says something like: “We brung some dead deer parts that Cheney shot to Aunt Martha’s place and she showed us how to stew ‘em in this big pot and then we gorged ourselves on them to excess” that is wrong.

But it sounds much better than “bursting.”

In closing I must admit that I haven’t a clue on the use of the split infinitive, I might have known it at one time or another, but like I have said before, “The sixties were really good to me” and that is my only proffered excuse at this time.

Today I find myself thankful that I can read, I do have a command of the language, and I can thank my teachers, my parents for that. Also, I am just glad that my current social status in this life, doesn’t require me to have a “power vocabulary, do simple math, dress for success or to live in Texas.”

Got to go! I am late for my class on Pumpkin Carving for the Criminally Insane.


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Just the facts M’mam, just the facts.

Just the facts M’mam, just the facts. Myrtle Beach, Florida, police are searching for a man who borrowed a vehicle to buy crack cocaine then stole the car, according to a police report. A woman told police she met the suspect in the parking lot of the Admiral Inn last week. After a 20-minute conversation, the victim allowed the suspect to take her 2008 Kia Spectra to buy crack cocaine, the report states.

The suspect told the victim he would give her some cocaine in exchange for letting him borrow the vehicle, the report states. The suspect told the victims he would return the car the following night but didn’t. The victim told police that the suspect was from North Carolina and was accompanied by two prostitutes when he took the vehicle. Man, I read the word “suspect” so many times in that piece, I thought it was written by a cop!

Two drunks were sitting on the curb and they were arguing. One looking up said, “I tell ya, that is the moon up there.” And the other one said, “Naw, you are wrong, that is the sun.” So they both agreed, “We will ask the next guy who comes by.”

A short while passes and a crack head walks up and the first drunk says to him, “Hey Buddy? Is that the sun or the moon up there?” The little crack head takes a big pull on his pipe, looks up at the sky and then says ……… “Uh, I dunno? I don’t even live around here man.”

Women in a northern Malaysian city ruled by conservative Islamists are being urged by the city’s authorities to forsake bright lipstick and noisy high-heels “to preserve their dignity and avoid rape”.  Pamphlets have been distributed recommending that Muslim women shun heavy makeup and loud shoes.

In Oklahoma women have another system, they don’t dress that way and they hang out at Buffet’s instead of bars. Pretty safe bet no one is gonna find them there. And to further protect, Oklahoma has a law for it. It is illegal in the state of Oklahoma for a person to have sex with a buffalo. Yeah, I know, you think I am putting you on.

Law Summary It is illegal for the owner of a bar to allow anyone inside to pretend to have sex with a buffalo.

37-537.2. Briefly it sez …. No owner, operator, partner, manager, or person having supervisory control of any establishment licensed to sell or serve intoxicating beverages shall permit any of the following on or about any commercial premises where intoxicating beverages are dispensed or consumed:

1. The performance by any person of acts, or simulated acts, of sexual intercourse, or any sexual acts which are otherwise prohibited by law; Any person to perform acts of, or acts which simulate, sexual acts which are prohibited by law, or permit any person to use artificial devices or inanimate objects to depict any prohibited activities or permit the showing of films, still pictures, electronic reproductions or other visual reproductions depicting any of the prohibited activities described in this paragraph.

Kinda nice to know you are being protected, isn’t it?  Now you know why they filmed “Dancing With Wolves” in South Dakota.

Okay I tried it. Alternative Transportation. I took a city bus downtown the other day to the VA and it is nine miles, and it only took 47 minutes and one dollar. There must be a better way. I guess I could have gone faster, but the bus operator told me it was “illegal” to leave the bus while it was still moving.

You are what you eat. At the Nevada State Fair in 2004, volunteers attempted to set a record for the world’s largest burrito. Ingredients consisted of 8,200 tortillas, 2,000 lbs of refried beans, and 1,000 pounds each of sour cream, cheese, and salsa.

The finished product was a mile and one-half long, and totaled about 8,433,200 calories. That would be enough calories to feed the average person for about eleven years. It also produced enough gas to run the entire city of Reno, Nevada for approximately 28 days.

A new report in Arizona has shed some interesting light on the existence of UFOs. According to KNXV of Phoenix, firefighters have been trained to handle UFO sightings and landings. The guidelines are listed in the Fire Officer’s Guide to Disaster Control. The book has an entire chapter on the subject called “Enemy Attack and UFO Potential” and lists possible scenarios for UFO encounters and even how to treat injured aliens.

And you thought today was going to be a boring day?

Beam me up Scottie, no intelligent life here.



It Cannot Get Any Worse …

There is an old expression in this country, ‘It cannot get any worse.”  But that is not exactly true, it can always get worse.  I was in Las Vegas and having an incredible run of “bad luck” and I muttered to myself, “It cannot get any worse.”  Then I walked across the street to Caesars’’ Palace, and worse followed me right over there.


Just when you thought it was over and it could not get any worse, it does.  How much do you weigh?  I ran across a Airlines article this morning and it informs me that the airlines are now going to treat you like common freight.  They are not only going to weigh your bags, but YOU are going to get weighed too.  This should be interesting, your ticket to Cleveland will cost $800 and some change, Richard Simmons will fly for free. 


Check it out.


Because of my weight issues, I am no longer able to fly.  You see, every time I yawn those little air delivery masks automatically drop down out the cabin ceiling for all the other passengers.  It is no wonder the lines are so long, for a flight these days, look at where 14 of the worlds’ 20 busiest airports are located, in the United States.


Personally I stopped flyin’ years ago, they’re rude, they’re demanding, hateful and mean, and that is just the guy that checks your luggage at the curb, the rest of them are …. I am sorry …… Much worse.


A woman scorned.  I see this week that a girl in Trenton, N.J., a teenager set fire to the home of a boy who didn’t ask her to the senior prom.  Now that is taking it kind of personal wouldn’t you say?  The home burned to the ground, with the boy’s family escaping by climbing out of the windows.


Last week I am swinging by the 7-11 to make my weekly contribution to the “oil executives retirement fund” and I see this young thing, standing there, all decked out in her prom dress pumping gas into her old hoopie.  And I thought to myself, gee look, I see the gas fairy! 


And yes, it just got worse after that.


GM continues to hemorrhage and announces the closing of three truck plants in North America and one in Mexico.  At the same time, they have announced the possible demise of the Hummer.  You remember the Hummer don’tcha, The Governator In Caliy-forn-yuh drives one.  A major testosterone rush of steel and chrome at about 5 mpg.  We are talking Major League Interstate Boulevard Slurpy here … The American Dream. They have the aerodynamics of a brick and are not selling well at this time. 


Ford is going to build their most popular vehicle in Mexico, instead of using a U.S. Plant to do the work.  The company announced more numbers that were in the dumper this week, and said that even after closing 11 plants since 2005, they still cannot cut a profit.  And that deeper cuts will now be needed, I suppose all the way to the bone this time.


God Bless Alabama! 


The politicians in that state this week announced that they have hurriedly put together a measure that will allow the citizens of that state to KEEP ALL OF THEIR ECONOMIC STIMULUS CHECKS.  Up and until now, they were planning on taking taxes out of the stipend.  Isn’t anything sacred in this country anymore?  This will save the taxpayers $30/$60 depending on the size of the check.


Times are tight, Warren Buffet says that we are in a “recession” and it is going to be long and hard.  Bush & Company are currently doing damage control on the new book that came out that categorically says “he was out to lunch on most of this” and it is a nice house, but nobody’s home.  I sure hope my stimulus check doesn’t bounce. 


Most American’s are really starting to feel the pressure from poor monetary decisions on both sides of the coin.  I used to worry abut paying my bills until I read about Chapter 11.  You don’t have to pay anyone off, and you don’t go to jail.  Then there is Chapter 12 … That is where you load up and run like hell!  Things have gotten so bad, that we are desperately trying to just “get back to zero.”  A point where we have absolutely nothing … So that when I do die, I can look my kids in the eye and say …. See this?  None of this is yours!


Local Malcontent has a good post on it, go over there and check it out.  People are starting to rummage thru the old change drawer, under the couch cushions for coinage.  Strange things happen when you find yourself mired deeply in debt.  Two weeks ago, my car broke down, and my telephone got disconnected and I was one electric bill away from being Amish.  Just remember, no matter how bad it gets, you are always going to be rich at the Dollar Store.


Tioga, North Dakota having discovered a significant oil field that the major oil companies cannot deny has declared a trademarked “Oil Capital of North Dakota name for their town.  Elk Point, South Dakota has a Texas company on line to build the first oil refinery in the U.S. in more than thirty years (which I don’t believe is exactly true, I understand Arizona permitted a refinery last year). 


It is supposed to cost in the neighborhood of $10 billion to construct.  Which is ironically about the same amount of money that American Oil Companies and refiners cheat the Government out of each year on taxes owed.


Meanwhile, back in Houston, orders for new bumper stickers are up. 


They read, “Lord give us another Oil Boom … We promise we won’t blow it this time.”


Get your order in early, most major credit cards accepted.