Hank Williams Sr.

Someone asked Hank, "How do you write all of those sad songs?", Hank replied, "Hell boy, you can't just write 'em, you gotta live 'em, and remember this, everybody loves to feel sorry for themselves."

Just A Thought

The greater part of what my neighbors call good, I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? --Henry Thoreau

The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit, and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.

Black Elk (1863-1950)

Pimp gets the karate chop

A pimp is mad because a gy was trying to protect a woman. What that pimp does not know is that the guy helping is a black belt....watch out!

Monday

Ok, it's 10:00 am today, it's Monday and I'm at work. Who comes on my talk radio show, (not really 'my' talk radio show, I just listen to it every morning.)? Yep it was the Cimp-in-Cheif. In all his glorious stupidity, stuttering and stammering like that comedian Rush Limbaugh. I'm thinking to myself this is gonna be good, the last time the Chimp came on in the morning our 6:00 to 10:00 guy, Mangino, cut him off after three minutes, apologised for those three minutes and dedicated the rest of his show to 'How could this guy be President of the most powerful nation in the world'.Three minutes go by, then five. Now I'm getting steamed listening to the Blah-Blah sputtering from this dudes pretzel hole when all of a sudden I get this visual, kind of like a premonition. I turned to my helper Bert and said "Look out here it comes". He looks back all confused like WTF are you talking about and asked 'What?'. I said to him "The Devil (That's what Bert calls him) is gonna say 'it's hard work". Ya wanna bet?" He didn't want to bet. Anyway it's like five and a half minutes into the schpiel and BAM! It's...It's..Uh...It's Hard work. Well we got to laugh about that at least.So now its twentythree minutes and I'm thinking 'What the hell is wrong with Mangino today'. Then I look at the clock in earnest, apparently for the first time, and realized it's allmost 10:30, this is the Rivers show. Mercifully it ended shortly after that.I'm sending Rivers an E-Mail tonight to finish this rant. He don't like Boosh either. I think he was just being lazy. Rather screw off at our expense than do his job.

It Only Hurts When I Laugh

When I was a young man I used to think it would suck to be old. I don't exactly have a foot in the grave, yet, but when I think about the crap mountain todays youngsters are facing.

In the good old days we had our problems, but we got through them.

The Commies were bent on world domination. The USA and CCCP had the ability to aniahilate the word population many times over, The geniuses in Civil Defense ( The Original Homeland Security ) said, " If you see a mushroom cloud, get under your desk and cover your head." I was just a kid and even I knew that was stupid.

Then there was Viet-Nam, brought right into our living rooms, in living color no less. I think that was the beginning of the end. At least for me it was. The film bytes from the War Protests were as bloody as the ones from Nam. There's something you don't see now-a-days, War Protests that is, I remember a picture of a hippie girl sticking a daisy into the muzzle of a guards-mans M-16.

I guess the point I'm trying to get at is, I'm glad I'm Old.