Repeal It Now (Some Idiots On The Right)

“So here's ObamaCare's version of freedom: You are required to buy expensive insurance that excludes doctors and hospitals but now that the March 31st deadline has passed you won't be able to buy health insurance at any cost until next November. That's right. Insurers now have a perverse government-run healthcare incentive not to sell any coverage until November. There are exceptions like losing a job but outside those exceptions--forget about it. So we have to buy what the government says, when the government says and can't buy what we want with our own money. This is the destructive, upside down world of liberals who think they know best. Until November, they've forced it on us.”

 

Well, shucks.  I sure as shootin’ don’t understand what all the belly-achin’s about.  As I read the Administration’s logic and hear the oft-stated parental love for us hard-working American people, it is all crystal clear that it’s for our own good.  Let the man have a free hand to do what he wants and needs to do for us.  That doggone Constitutional thingy is getting in the way of his caring for us, his children.  Shush, now.


Down here on the farm, we care for our animals and they don't got no laws protectin' them from us harming them.  They are treated right nicely until the annual slaughter time. We always do the right thing.

Gettin' Over Guilt

As most know the eastern states were hit by a powerful storm last week that downed trees and powerlines, leaving millions without electricity and air conditioning during a severe heat wave. The epic storm was called a "100 year" storm, and we weren't excluded from the damage from it. We lost many trees, were without power and had to run a generator to preserve refrigerated food.

Well, after a couple of days I was surprised when the power suddenly came back on and life began anew in a way not Amish. I was comfortably seated in the air conditioned luxury we've come to enjoy, we Americans, and making the most of a good old-time movie on TCM. Then came a knock on the door and I rousted myself up to see who was a'knocking. It was the nice young fella from next door come to offer his time, energy, trailer and chain saw to clear my yard of the fallen-down trees and limbs that littered the brown and lightly toasted grass of summer.

I explained to him that I couldn't afford his time, but he insisted it was his duty to help out neighbors that had welcomed him to our small community. "No, I wouldn't feel right about it," I demured. But he was persistant and I finally caved into his kindness.

Now, I know some are critical of younger generations as being lazy and selfish, but this lad dug into my mess with great gusto. He was a'sweatin' and a'sawin' something fierce like, and lifting heavy logs up onto his trailer. He was like a whirlwind with a buzzsaw in that terrible midday heat.

After a couple of hours I began to feel very guilty about not being out there helping him at least load the logs or hold a stick to be cut. Much as I tried to ignore his labor and enjoy my movies, it just got to me that I was in the cool comfort inside whilst he labored in the sweltering heat.

Once, when I glanced out the window, I saw him stumble and fall, and I felt certain he'd been overcome by heat stroke. But no, he popped right back up and started to saw some more. "Well, that does it," I said to myself, "I can't stand watching that lad work so hard while I sit here in comfort."

So I went upstairs, changed into some jeans and a lightweight shirt, and headed back down the stairs. After I waved to my helpful neighbor, I pulled my car out of the way of his trailer, and headed on down to the closest Walmart. Not only did I feel better about not having to watch him work in all that heat, I also picked up some pretty darn good sale items from Sam's place. And it was cool in there, too.  But, dang it, I shoulda offered that boy a drink of water when I left.

"Cuz" Joins the Marines and Writes Home

Dear Ma and Pa,

I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.

Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.

Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much.

We go on 'route marches,' which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A 'route march' is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges They come in boxes.

Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake .. I only beat him once.. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6' and 130 pounds and he's 6'8' and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,
Alice

'Wal-Mart Moms' Turn on the Democrats

'Wal-Mart Moms' Turn on the Democrats

Well, down on the farm we don't do much Wal-Mart 'cause you have to get all gussied-up and such to go there.  But we understand why the W-M Moms don't be much liking the democrats as they's always takin' away and givin' back less, and callin' it a real deal they're agivin' ya.  Nope, we know pigs when we see 'em.

Lightning bugs

I'm just sayin', lightning bugs was fun when I was a kid 'cause they couldn't really do you no harm like bees and wasps and spidery things.  We used to chase them lightning bugs all over the place and put 'em in Ball jars with holes in the lid.  Made a pretty nice lantern whilst the bugs was a'lightin'.  Seems to me, the bugs and Fourth of July fireworks was at their best about the same time each year.

Now politicians tend to act a lot like them lightning bugs.  They like to glow a lot around our patriotic holidays.  They puts on quite a show, but there's no real substance to 'em.  The main difference 'tween them and the lightning bugs is the bugs can't do you no harm.  I'm just sayin'...

Decoration Day

Took flowers to the cemetary a few days ago to honor those that gave everything for their country, and those that stood by them in their efforts.  Down at the farm we kinda get misty-eyed over our veterans, especially those that gave it all.  So Decoration Day, that some youngsters now call Memorial Day, is pretty special to us.  Most folks, I reckon, view it as a freebie day from work.  That's OK.  Maybe someday when they're no longer free it will have meaning to them too.

We on the farm go back a ways on America's wars.  One great grandfather was an immigrant from Germany, and in his youth he enlisted twice in the Army of the Potomac.  He was wounded twice, which is why he enlisted twice having been let go the first time on account of his serious wounds.  He recovered well enough to chase Morgan across Kentucky a ways.  Great uncle Harry died from his experience in WWI whilst great uncle Edward Christian survived it.

My pop followed Patton into France and got a grenade blast to his arm which nearly ended his life just after I was born.  They gave him a Purple Heart and Bronze Star; I never heard him speak of those, but my mother showed them to me.  Uncle Joe flew in the Pacific and Uncle Bob guarded German POWs at Camp Perry.  Uncle Bud was several years in Korea, a craphole on Earth if there ever was one.  Me?  Well, yeah, I got the call and went off to Vietnam.  Like my uncles, I was lucky too, as we all came back to the farm.

Now all the sacrifice seemed worth it to us.  You see, we were fighting for an America that stood for Freedom and Liberty, and the chance for every man and woman to create a life they earned and strived for in this great land.  Would we do it all again?  Well, that's a hard one, but I can tell ya one thing -  not for the America that fella Obama is trying to create.

Ducks...

I'm just sayin', I was raised a country boy and we always had ducks on the farm.  Funny them ducks, to watch and play with.  If we had stale bread we would take it and get it soggy in water, toss it to the ducks and watch them snap it up, quackin' like crazy for more.  Now the downside of ducks is that they is quite prolific in creating lawn fertilizer, if you catch my drift.

Well, as a lad I never wore shoes on the farm in the summer, even if I was lucky enough to have some that year.  An occasional honey bee would take note of this and end its life on one of my toes.  Bad as that sounds, there's nothing much worse than stepping on warm duck doody and having it squish up between bare toes.  It's kinda the same feeling I get now when a democrater guvmint person says they're gonna help me out, which normally means they're helping themselves.  I'm just sayin'...