Never Blame The Beer

Easter Break Is Here

One of the upsides working for a public school is not always the amount of time of, but the “Days” off. I am a stickler for Christian Holidays as are many of my co-workers. We make sure to go out of our way to say things like, “Christmas”, and “Easter breaks” instead of “Holiday and “Spring Breaks”.

I am so tired of the pandering to the Whiney Minority. It does not cause cancer to hear our read the words Christmas or Easter. I will take this rant a step further. I am tired og the hyphenated American labels. If I see a dude committing a crime, I am giving a physical description….black, white, Asian, male female, fat, skinny,big Hooters, pointy head, hairy ears, pencil neck, ect…

I wonder if there is a white dude sitting in and African school demanding to be called American-African? Of course not! Only in America can you find folks that are so self loathing, they have to create a racial or religious controversy to distract them from their very own short comings.

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Runways Freeways And Fairways: Two Of These Things Don’t Go Together!

Freshly back from a day of high school league golf, and I am ready for another round. At least today’s match will be in a very quiet, secluded venue. Yesterday’s match was a great time, but sadly, the course is bordered by a small plane airport, and a major freeway.

So much for hearing the birds chirp and the leaves rustle gently in the breeze. Nope, small planes, mostly props, taking off for the S.F. bay area every thirty to sixty seconds. It sounds like a fleet of flying lawn mowers taking off. As for the freeway? The main artery from the San Joaquin Valley to San Fransisco and the bay area is the northern border of the course! The only description I can think of is think of the freeway as a pile of poop and sugar, and the cars, and trucks are ants and cockroaches who have tapeworms! They never stop moving.

Now that I think about, the intrusion into our daily, and personal lives by the federal government is much the same. We are the fairways, and the Fed is the ever-present, noisy runway/freeway and those darn bugs are represent politicians/laws that plague us Americans that just want to be left alone on our fairways to play golf. No matter how good or bad we are at the game/life.

Yeah, but what do I know, my claim to fame is being able to eat multiple Habaneros and swig gallons of beer on a Monday morning:)

Sorry for the slight injection of politics, but it has been quite awhile since I went American Terrorist!

Golf-Billy

Yup, I am at an all day golf match with my team. Lifes tuff, or in the golfers world, Life is “rough”

I’ll be back on the porch tomorrow:)

10 Or So Of My Not So Favorite Eats

I am not even sure that there are 10 things I don’t like, but here are the ones that jump into my dome:
Sweet potatoes. Can’t stand them in any way, shape or form.

Ham, yup, I do not like ham. It is the only pork product I don’t like. Give me pickled feet, ears, and the almighty BACON anytime.

SPAM: Don’t know the food group, or what animal this stuff comes from, but eating food that looks like somebody else chewed it ain’t my mug of beer.

Humus: What the heck is this junk? Had it the other day on a cracker. Yuk, rather like the bottom of a diary man’s boot on a rainy day.

Pumpkin: Sweet potato’s rancid cousin!

OK, this is enough for now. I was preparing for lunch but now I think I will have to wait a few minutes to settle my gut worm down:)

BTW, feel free to give me any recipes that make any of the above likable by this Hillbilly…without a case of beer!

Give Me Some 80’s!

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Do you own your property? Can you do what you want on it, within reason? Think so? Keep reading.

Eustace Conway. Dangerous American. Homegrown extremist.

From the Wall Street Journal:

Mr. Conway, 51 years old, is best known as “The Last American Man,” the title character of a 2002 biography and National Book Award finalist by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of “Eat, Pray, Love.” He has lived in the wilderness since the early 1980s.

He traps, shoots and grows much of his own food, makes pants out of buckskin and stitches his own wounds. He bathes in the cold creek that rolls through his 1,000-acre Turtle Island preserve in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. And he teaches others how to live off the land.

Last fall, a team of health, construction and fire officials showed up for an unannounced inspection of the…

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Give Me Food! Who Does Not Love The “Man vs. Food” Show?

I think it is the Travel Channel that airs Man vs Food, and now called Man vs. Food Nation. I like to see how different places throughout America shovels up their grub. My favorite shows have the host, Adam Richmond, attempting a “hotter than heck” food challenge. Reason being, is that there is not a dish on the planet that is so hot, that this Hillbilly can’t eat it.

Yeah, I hear it all the time from some of my pals. “You would never be able to handle the infamous Ghost Pepper.” Of course, these are the same chuckle heads that bet me I could not eat 5 fresh Habanero peppers. That earned me a week’s supply of Keystone Light:)

So, back to the show. I was thinking that somebody should go into business making the various meals shown on this show. If you have not seen the show, here is a glimpse: