Jus Saying — Wednesday Hubris From The Oklahoma Panhandler


The guy in front of me orders, and then when finished looks at me, and flatly states to the girl, his name is "The Mouth From The South.” Now I did not actually know this person, and found this to be offensive. Instead of nailing him, I took it in stride, and proceeded to ignore him the rest of the evening. It seems to me that people are too quick with the name calling these days.

Enable distraction-free writing mode, and everything surrounding the editor will fade away when you start typing. Move your mouse out of the editor to reveal everything again.  Or you could move into a cave somewhere in The Sierra Nevada’s and eat granola bars until the drought is over.  Flush hard, Bakersfield needs the water.

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Ahead Of The Game …


Quiet Please

Most folks I believe, start out with the best of intentions, but somewhere along the way, something goes a little haywire and it all starts to unravel.  This is the point, where if you are the least bit talented in feeling out the peculiar things of life, you will quickly realize that … People who “tell it like it is” …. usually tell it like A**Holes.

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Jus Saying — Stop Dancin Now

old geezerY’know while we are running around like dogs, chasing our own tails, on this racial crap.  It might be time to make changes, b’sides the flag thing.  I don’t think white people should be trying to dance like black people.  Stop it!  Stick to your Lawerence Welk Poka’s and waltzes on Public Telvision.  Another thing that you should drop is that repulsive country line-dancin that you do and just try and be yourself.  Be proud!  Be white!  Be lame and get the ____ off the dance floor.

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Serenity

Park Bench

My fame is vapor.
My riches carried away on wings.
Only one thing endures in life, and that is character.
Find something that excites your soul, and grab hold of it and run.

Take it and fly away.

From here on out I shall be just another disinclined recluse in search of a wandering star and nothing more.  And if and when I do discover this magical place … I will let you know.

No more mountains to climb, rivers to swim, no more battles to be fought and won.
I shut it all down, stick a fork in me, I am done.

Don

Dirty Yellow Dawg Democrat in The Slow Lane ….

sarcasm

Oklahoma Indians are advertising their casino off the Interstate (Remember when they sat on the side of the road and sold you their trinkets?  Those days are long gone).  “Luck has no limits, a winner every seven seconds.”  Is how the sign reads.  So if this is true (which I sincerely doubt) why do we have all these expressions in our social vocabulary?

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