Catching Up
Lots of stuff to write about and not enough time...so I'll do it in the middle of the night. First, with Armed American Radio kicking some serious tail, things... although extremely busy, have fallen into a routine, making it easier to divide time and get back to writing for this site more frequently.
The Patriot
It's 341 AM and I'm awake. Nothing new there. Before grabbing this laptop, I flipped on the tube...Ok It was already on, and found The Patriot, with Mel Gibson. For second amendment activists this movie is a MUST SEE. One scene in particular embodies the essence of the amendment and the constitution in general...the scene where Heath Ledger rides to the town church service and musters the SC militia asking the men in the congregation to take arms...their own arms...against the British...This is the essence of the second amendment...it's true meaning...that all people be armed to defend against tyranny...No wonder Americans are currently arming themselves at record paces today.
My Truck
Sometimes you can't get a break no matter how hard you try. I have a Dodge Ram 1500, Bright Red with a big ole HEMI 5.7...It kicks ass. I have three payments left...That's a beautiful thing...I get a letter in the mail yesterday from Chrysler telling me that the dealer I just took it to is no longer a Chrysler dealer...I needed to get a computer setting re-set in order to pass an emissions test. In fact, the letter said that effective June 10th Mark Dodge would no longer be Mark Dodge...That made me one of the last Dodge trucks to be worked on at Mark Dodge as a Dodge dealer...no wonder they didn't give two shits about the vehicle when I was there and asked them to give it a good once over before my extended warranty expires. I say that because just last evening I noticed a loud scraping metal on metal sound, no doubt the brakes are shot...at least I'm hoping that's what it is...anyway...I can't get a break...the truck will get the new breaks but not me...never fails, does it?
Michael Jackson
Without a doubt one of the most talented people to walk the planet...as far as musical talent goes, anyway. I think Michael Jackson is one of those phenoms that come around once every few generations. Beethoven...Elvis...Sinatra...These people are gifted beyond words and Jackson is one of them. It's a sad tale, really...How such an incredible talent can screw up their life so bad...I can't imagine the life he lead under the microscope. From the time he was 3 years old he was doomed, really. He never stood a chance. I found it interesting watching the ridiculous coverage...This is the power of the media...to take a story of their choosing and MAKE it the news. This is how they shape what people think...By covering what THEY want for as long as they want in any fashion they want to make it appear as if it were the only thing happening. This is how they sucker suckers to buy into "global warming" and all kinds of other crap that they feel like pushing in any given day. Michale Jackson deserved coverage fitting of a cultural icon, no doubt BUT come on...
Farrah Fawcett
I had that poster. You had that poster. You know you did. Michael Jackson's death 3 hours later made the media forget to cover her...How sad...
Ed McMahonI used to LOVE watching Ed on the Tonight Show...He cracked me up. What a shame that he died looking for help. He was broke. I don't get it.
Broke Celebrities
How does it happen? How does someone make MILLIONS....MILLIONS of dollars over their lifetime and die broke and sad? How does someone make millions of dollars ANNUALLY and die broke? Give me one year of Michael Jackson's salary, Ed McMahon's salary...one year. I won't die broke. Of course I won't spend untold millions on a house just because I'm some goofy celebrity either. I guess these people get caught up in some fantasy world that they really are some kind of special person and forget that they are the same person who was born in some no-name Nebraska town. I've been to Hollywood. It's a shitty, overcrowded place...There are as many homeless bums panhandling for money as there are stars on the "walk of fame" which is located on an overcrowded and congested Hollywood Boulevard. Nothing special there. I don't get it.
My New Gadsden FlagIt arrived by mail on Thursday afternoon. It flys proudly in front of my home today! DON'T TREAD ON ME!
My Little Guy
For some reason my son (4 in Sept) really digs a song called "17" by a band named Tommy Conwell and The Young Rumblers. It's one of my old favorites from the bar band days...any way, one of the lines in the song is "I'm 17, get off my back". Earlier in the day he asked me what "Don't tread on me" means and I explained to him that it meant "get off of my back...leave me alone" Well on the way to Dairy Queen last night he asked me to play the song and when that line came up he yelled from the back seat..."Daddy that's what our new flag says"! I cracked up...then slapped him a "high five".