Recently I have signed up with Pandora. It is a company that allows you to listen on line to any music that has ever been recorded, sans the Beatles! So I was running at the gym, shocker, and I was listening to Dion and The Belmonts, when I looked up at the television screen and observed a newer music video being played. Well, it got this Cardio-Hillbilly’s tractor running. Staring in 1955, music has come a long way, or what is passed for music. Let me use some videos as examples:
From That:
To This:
And this is just music….Wait till part two when I go television and part three….movies!
I can’t believe I an sayning this, but “thanks you Barry, and those who control you for targeting conservative white Christians.” I can now make the claim I am being assesed additional federal income tax penalities because I am a C.W.C. I don’t make a lot of money, but I apparently make enough to owe $2,000 more.
Just when I figure I am finally financially above water, I receieve the letter this past Saturday. Yes, Saturday; when all of the government offices are closed. Opened the letter at 12:30 pm. and was ready to blow something up by 12:31pm. I understand why people who make millions try their best to protect assest. My $2,000 bill was targeted to replace my truck’s engine. Now, the mechanic will not get a dime from me, and his profit will not be spent with any local merchants. If I made 60 million dollars, my taxes would be between 19-22 million? That generates a lot of income for others. It also allows people to secure their families’ futures for generations.
I am planning on meeting with the IRS this Wednesday. I am not expecting anything to go my way. I am eager to hear the expanation. I will also not drive to their office, beacuase I might just want to plow the car through the doors after I leave $2,000 poorer!
This Merle song is an awesome commentary on today’s life in America. Here is my list of thoughts in no particular order or reason!
Hyphenated American labels: You know, Japanese, Chinese, African. Whatever happened to just being an American of “fill in the blank” decent.
Owning up to your bad choices, and not blaming your mamma, daddy, or position in life….or the color of your skin.
Calling bull crap when somebody says, or does something stupid. To a Christian Conservative like myself, “Stupid” has the same definition as “Porn”. Ya know it when you see it.
Giving thanks in public for the Man upstairs and not giving a rat’s rear what others think.
Buying pants that fit correctly, and don’t have stupid sayings on them. Goes for shirts too.
Not buying clothing that promotes communist or socialist revolutionaries.
Making fun of public figures that cry when they get rolled up for doing something stupid or illegal.
Yup, lets hear it for beer! I have been grinding all week. Three golf matches in extremely windy conditions…..well that ain’t the issue, try three golf matches where I was unable to drink beer afterwards due to the fact the school district does not allow coaches to drink and transport players! Give me the good ol’ days when I was in high school and my building construction teacher kept a twelve pack of Mille High Life bottles in his office fridge. I remember him sending to fetch him an ice pack, and he warned me not to touch his beer. While I did not touch em’, I did stand and stare at em’ like I had found a Playboy magazine. And my history teacher who kept a warm up bottle of bourbon for his morning coffee. Yes, the good old days.
Anyways, I am down to thirty-one working days, which means after today, I am down to six Fridays. Once vacation hits, everyday becomes foamie, and every hour is happy, and this Hillbilly is reminded why he graduated college: To weasel into a job that affords me my chosen lifestyle: Don’t work hard,and make just enough money to drink beer, golf, fish, hit the gym, bbq, and feed the dogs. This is also why God keeps me poor: He knows how dangerous a rich, non-working Hillbilly can be. Charlie Sheem is Charlie Brown compared to me:)
Can’t believe I am using a title from a Hippie group like the Buffalo Spring Field band. As many of you know, I have taken a huge break from commenting on national politics. While it has been a refreshing break, and I plan to continue to post 99% of non political stuff, I just have to break the silence today.
I have just about resigned to the fact that our federal government no longer answers, no listens to the average hard-working citizen. I believe that the percentage of AHWC is probably no more than 40% of our population. This leaves a huge block of folks that want stuff for nothing, because they believe they are entitled to it. Mixed into this free-loading population, are the folks that are willing to give the fruits of their labor to these bottom feeders. I stumbled upon an article that talks about Repubs and dems, The Gang of 8, who are working on the sham and shaft, known as immigration Reform. Low and behold, Sr Marco Rubio is part of this group of traitors. http://dailycaller.com/2013/04/05/immigration-bill-would-import-1-million-workers-per-year/
It’s also a problem for Sen. Marco Rubio, who is simultaneously helping to write the bill and preparing to run for president in 2016 as a supporter of the middle-class….
This Hillbilly believes we 35%-40%’ers will have to clump together in states like Texas, Arizona, Missouri, and Idaho and work our way into school boards, PTA, city council seats, and so on. Completely purge any folks who are of the 60%ers out of any type of positions that have any say over our culture,values,religion, borders, and language. It will work, because we did it back in 1776.
OK, I said my peace, so I will now go back into political black.
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!
The top picture is Bill-Willy, his two siblings, and mother. The second photo is Bill-Willy with his battle scar. This poor little guy looks a lot worse than he feels. But with the promise of catfishing with me, and his brother all summer long, I think he will be just fine.
Since moving to the thriving metropolis of Modesto CA, met-head central, I have noticed a strange phenomena: worn out couches appearing on neighbor sidewalks! I spotted two of them this morning. Most of them are of the crush velvet variety, with an occasional ripped leather mixed in. Some of them look like they still have a few good years of backyard beer drinking service left in them. Heck, if I were a street bum, I would rig up some casters, and McGyver myself an R.V.
Whatever happened to just taking your junk to the dump? I guess we live in a society that figures if you can remove your problems from your house or yard, then problem solved.
No, I am not talking about those two broads from the flick Monster, I am talking about my boys; B.W. and Bill-Willy. I knew something was up Tuesday evening when I had all the fixins’ for the bbq ready to go. This is the green light that all the dogs wait for. Usually, the two boys and thier sister, Tula, start jumping up, and twirling at first sight of me grabbing the goods, and really go ballistic when I go for my beer. They know what is about to go down in the backyard. This past Tuesday night, all this mess was going down, except B.W. was missing. I found him sleeping on his cushion. He saw the beer in my hand, but he was not moving. I checked him out,( don’t forget, I am not a vet, but I play one when I have a beer in my hand), no belly pain, eyes were clear, and breath was….not bad! I checked the yard, and garage, for anything that he could have consumed. Negative for bad stuff, other than a few piles of dog doo. Then It struck me, he likes to party in the cat box like it is 1999! I am talking Cat Crapcycles, Poop-Pies, ect. I figure he just ate too much kitylitter covered poop. He is just now starting to move around, other than when he is hurling his innards out. Wednesday morning, his brother Bill-Willy comes down with the same malady. Same story as B.W.
Granted, I still have four other dogs to hang with and drink beer, and sing Hank Jr. tunes with, but I miss my boys! They are seven months old and it seems they have been part of the family for seventy years. I am hoping the can pull themselves together by tonight, because I don’t know where I will find the cash to take them to the real vet’s office, and two, it is Friday, their favorite party with dad day. I figure their raiding the litter box days are over:)
Growing up, I was always falling down, or more precisely, off of something. Thank the Lord that He blessed some of us with quick reflexes. I will tell you about one of my best tumbles as a tyke. We had a chicken house on our family’s property. This is a building that had rooms of roughly 15ft by 20 ft. The entire building was more than 300ft long. The structure was built-in the early 40′, so when I was Hillbillying the place up, it was nearly 40 years old. I would climb a tree that overhung the roof, and then leap, like a flying squirrel onto it. I would run the entire length of the coop for unknown reasons. I am guessing I was unknowingly honoring my “Free Beer” running skills.
So one day I am doing this, with my dog Albert following along on the ground, when the roof gave way. I am sure the dog was saying, “DUMBASS”. As dumb Hillbilly luck would have it, my feet landed on a rafter about 5ft below. Seeing that I was already 5ft 7 inches at the time, I sank up to my arm pits. Of course, I had my diet Pepsi in my right hand, and never spilled a lick of it. This is one genetic trait all us Hillbilly, Hicks, and Rednecks share. We fall,tumble, stumble, and rumble, but we never spill our drink, nor do we incur any major injury to our persons:)
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