Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Just Bring It!!!

 ........So, here I am with nothing to do today, when my phone rings. It is my oldest daughter; "Hey, pop, can you take care of 'little man' for a couple of hours, I need to go to the eye doctor"?  "Hell yeah", I say, "I'm not doing anything else". "Bring the little shit over".  In a few minutes, my grandson is here, and ready to tear up jack!! He is something else, I must say!

 

             Well, mom leaves, and we get about the business of tearing up "Pop-Pop's" house. I could pull the engine out of a bike, rebuild it, put it back in, and STILL not have expended as much energy as spending two hours with this little boy!! He is non-stop energy. Did he eat things that weren't good for him? Hell Yeah! Did he play with toys? Hell Yeah! Did he play with my tools? Hell Yeah! He's a boy, what did you expect?

 

             We have a very small kid's bow, you know, for shooting arrows. As soon as he can pull it, he will be in my yard shooting it!! As he grows, he will become acustomed to guns, and to hunting as well. If he chooses not to hunt, then that will be his choice. If he chooses to not like guns, that will also be his choice. He will learn the taste of beer, and of deer meat, and wild turkey(the whiskey and the bird), he will learn of many things.....I will see to that. It is my job, and I will perform it to the best of my ability.

 

                He will learn to fish, shoot, hunt, ride, drive, whatever, and I will hopefully be there to see it all. Someone once told me that if they knew that grandchildren were this much fun, they would have had them first!!! I think I would have to agree, although that is physically impossible. LOL

 

                      Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

Tuesday, May 9, 2006

Can This Be Real??

   I have a couple of questions, feel free to jump in at any time to "enlighten" me, if you wish. First question; If you are guilty of a crime and you go to court and plead "not guilty", shouldn't you be charged with perjury? Lying in open court is perjury. If you are guilty, and you KNOW you are  but you say you are NOT guilty, then that is perjury.

 

         Now, obviously, I know that you are not required to implicate yourself in open court...that is why we have the fifth ammendment. But, if you say you aren't guilty, and you know you are, why can't you just plead the fifth? Saying that you are not guilty when you plainly know that you are is lying!

 

            The other question; when will church and state be seperated in court? Our children can't say prayers in school, but you have to put your hand on a bible and SWEAR to tell the truth in court?!?! And what about all that flap about some judge having the ten commandments outside a large court a couple of years ago??? This momument was REMOVED by the GOVERNMENT, yet everyday, people had to place their hands on a bible, and swear to tell the truth???

 

               Ever look at a dollar bill? "In God We Trust" is on nearly EVERY piece of money that Americans use. Does that sound like the seperation of church and state? I think not! If you won't give school kids the right to pray at school, then take religion out of the courts, also! Besides, I have seen far too many people put their hand on that "Holy Book", only to lie through their teeth. And far too many of those have been our "leaders".

 

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Monday, May 8, 2006

Regrets? Yeah, I've had a few

  I had a birthday last month. I am now 46 years old. A friend of mine asked me if I had any regrets; my friend is only about half my age. I told him, "Yes, I have a few".  He asked me to elaborate on some of them...never one to be shy, I gladly obliged him. Here are a few.

 

          I regret that I could not do more for the biker who wrecked right in front of the gas station where I worked one night. This was a biker that I did not know, but he was a "brother", all the same. The only thing I could do was give a description of the car that hit him, and hold him and talk to him untill the ambulance came to take him away. He died later that night in the hospital. Another brother down, another brother gone.

 

         I regret that my best friend died before I got the chance to see him one last time. We laughed together, drank together, wrestled professionally together, worked together, and lived together. We lived, at the time, for the moment, never thinking about the future, and we loved it!! Wherever you are Jim, boat drinks, buddy, boat drinks!!

 

             I regret marrying my first wife! We were both too young, and unsettled. I ended up paying child support for twenty years. No, it was NOT worth it. Enough about that.

 

          I regret that the asshole who ratted me out to the cops once was allowed to live for a couple of years after the fact! I tried to get to him, but he was protected by the cops after he ratted me out. He finally ratted out the wrong person, and he was found with about four inches of steel in his chest. Rats don't get to live---they teach you that on your first day on Earth!!! Fuck him, he got what he deserved. I have done jail time rather than rat on people. No rat gets to live!

 

               I regret that I spent so many years hating my mom for something that, ultimately, was out of her control. She was how she was, and no one could change that, least of all, me. She simply was....no more, no less.

 

                That's about it for regrets. If someone got in my way and got hurt, too bad. You can see me coming a mile away, I don't hide what or who I am. If you deal with me and come away with a burn-mark, consider yourself lucky. Others have barely limped away, and some were lucky to just survive the experience!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

                           Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

Thursday, May 4, 2006

Slow Day...

   Not much for today, but I do have this to share with everyone---

          Hello john goodson!
Your Quit Date is:Wednesday, December 03, 2003 at 12:00:00 PM Time Smoke-Free:881 days, 18 hours, 59 minutes and 25 seconds Cigarettes NOT smoked:26454 Is this still your
Quit Date?

Yes   No Lifetime Saved:6 months, 22 days, 1 hour Money Saved:$4,630.50

_______________________________________________

 

                This works out to two years, and five months of NOT SMOKING!!!  More than twenty-six-thousand cigarettes NOT SMOKED!!! Just think for a second, I smoked for over thirty years!! The numbers are beyond anything I would even want to think of!!  I am glad that I quit. I hope I never start back. But, that is just the problem...smoking is an addiction, and must be treated as such. I can never have just one, as some people think.

 

          If you are trying to quit smoking, let me know. E-mail me, I won't be upset with you. I spent about eleven months as a site-moderator for a company that sells "stop smoking" products. I KNOW how hard it is to quit, believe me. I had zero willpower to quit, I just knew that I couldn't do it! Two years and five months later, I am still smoke free!!! So, you can tell people that you know the only "smokeless" Dragon in the world!!! Take care of yourself, and of each other!

 

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Tuesday, May 2, 2006

A Conservative???

    Coop, how could you?? Me, a conservative? Couldn't you have been a little less brutal?? You could have said that I only ride Hondas on the sidewalk!! That would have hurt far less than being called a conservative! I have truly been cut to the bone. I can think of a million reasons why I am not a conservative, ugh!

 

             I am about as far from a conservative as I am from the far right, or the "Moral Majority". I hate politics, and try to never get involved in them. That seems completely impossible these days. It seems the older you get, the more involved you become. Yes, I do vote, but it usually for a "write in" candidate of my own choosing. Usually someone with decent values, like Bugs Bunny, or Daffy Duck. You just can't trust "career politicians" anymore.

 

         And speaking of "carreer politicians", one of our distinguished Senators said on CNN this morning that "this administration is run by oil men who have no intention of bringing down oil prices".  Well, slap my ass and call me Sally! Somebody finally caught on! Now, with that revelation, let's do something about getting these assholes out of office. Don't impeach the president, though. They tried that with Bill Clinton, and he just continued to stay in office! Talk about "balls"!!

 

                  Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

 

            

Monday, May 1, 2006

Now That the Shoe is on the Other Foot...

      Mr. Rush Limbaugh, that last bastion of far right-wing conservatism, has, for many years, decried the American Legal System for being too lenient on some criminals. But now that he is facing charges in HIS DRUG CASE, he makes a behind-the-scenes deal  with the prosecutor, to GET OFF LIGHTLY. Hmmmm, what happened to all of your rhetoric, Rush?

 

           Yes, those that bark the loudest have the most to hide. Someone opened Rush's closet, and the skeletons just fell all over the place!! Hey, Rush, quit crying like a little bitch, and stand up for what you SAY you believe in....stiffer penalties, and longer sentences for criminals!! Isn't it funny how these assholes scream for "justice" untill THEY are caught with their hand in the cookie jar? I say give the bastard at least ten years. That is what a guy like me would be looking at in the same situation.

 

              Your radio show should be pulled from ALL stations, and you should hide your head in shame!!! You are a two-faced piece of shit, and it is showing!!!

 

              Now, on to something even more fun. The Mexican people protesting here in the U.S.A. Look, assholes, if it is so bad here, simply walk, swim, crawl, fly, whatever, back across the border to Mexico. I said it before, and I will say it again....if you are an illegal alien in ANY country, then you certainly ARE a CRIMINAL!!! If you don't like the laws here, take your fucking ass back to Mexico!!! Hell, Bill Clinton sent most of the American jobs down there anyway, with that stupid ass NAFTA crap! If you don't like it here, leave! You say you only come here to work, but you are protesting, and walking out on your jobs. Good, I say that some AMERICANS can have those jobs!!

 

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What Would You Ask For?

         So, there we were, my friend and I a few days ago. We were just drinking a few beers, and talking about stuff in general. The conversation turned to a strange topic. My friend asked me, "if you only had about two minutes to live, what would you ask for?". I asked what he meant...like would I ask for a second chance at life, or forgiveness for my bad deeds; that kind of thing?  "Yes", he replied, "exactly".

 

          What would I ask for? I would ask to be just like my neighbor across the street. An old man, not very large, I would say just over five feet tall, and maybe 150 pounds, if that. He has two sons, a wife, and a small grand-daughter named Hailey...she plays with my daughter. I have known this man for many years, and I used to work with both of his sons. This man, and his family are completely un-remarkable in every way----except one.

 

             This man has known for almost two years that he has inoperable cancer. He was just told a few weeks ago that he will be lucky to make it through the summer. Chemo Therapy will not extend his time, he is done, finished, through. So, he still smokes, and he decided that since he is going to die anyway, he would at least keep his dignity. No Chemo Therapy, no hospitals, no bull.

 

              I see him everyday, outside his home in his little motorized chair,(he can no longer walk on his own), and he stays outside ALL DAY. Hot, cold, it doesn't matter. He sees the outside everyday. No crying, no questioning "why me"?, none of that stuff for him. He simply greets people who come to see him, and they stay for a bit and talk. Never have I heard him complain about his situation. My youngest girl loves to go over there to see him, and to play with his cats.

 

           So, what would I ask for? I may have lived my life badly, but I would ask that I die well...just like my neighbor.

 

                        Holla' If You Hear Me!!!