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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Kinky Friedman

Jesse "the body" Ventura?
The Governator?
Y'all go on home, here comes the Kinkster.
Well what do you say about Kinky Friedman? What hasn't been said?
He's running for governor of Texas, apparently on the platform of "why the hell not?"
Not that he's ever run a state before or anything, but he's got a pretty good answer for that, too. "How hard could it be?"
You just can't argue with good old fasioned Texas charm.
He's got the hat. He's got the cigar. He's got the belt buckle.
But the main thing he has going for him is that his name is Kinky.
If you ask me, with his wit and charm alone he could win in any state in the Union.
Except Texas.
Texas is a deep red state and although I like the guy, I just can't see him winning here. It's nothing against the guy. But in the last election, the Republicans won in EVERY SINGLE state-wide race. It wasn't just a mandate. It was a clean sweep.
Governor, Leutenant Governor, U.S. Senator, Attorney General, Comptroller, Land Commisioner, Agriculture Commisioner, Railroad Commisioner, three Appeals Court Judges, and five Supreme Court justices, including the Chief Justice all went to the Republicans.
Kinky's positions on the issues are what would be his undoing.
Being pro-choice in Texas isn't good for a political career.
Add to it that he supports legalizing gay marriage and he's not even a longshot anymore.
Of course it's still fun to put a bumper sticker on your truck that has the word "kinky" on it.
But Perry is still a shoe-in for Governor.
Even with "grandma" splitting the red vote.
But hey, he could move to California and win there hands down.
I mean, why the hell not.

Monday, July 24, 2006

In response to "the lords of trash"

I've been really busy lately and haven't had a chance to post very much (or at all).
My brother was in a big wreck, but he will be OK after all.
So now I'm trying to catch up on my blog reading. And what did I come across? The Lords of Trash.
I just can't begin to describe how much of a sadistic sense of satisfaction I got over this post. It's not about the trash cans. It's not about the Union workers. To me it's about what happens when people give their freedom away.
I live in Texas. And this sort of thing never happens in Texas. We don't have green trash cans where I live. We don't have Unions. Our city government does not pick up the trash. Private companies do. You can subscribe to whichever trash service you desire. If you want an extra trash can, go up to Walmart and get one for ten bucks. I have three of them and am considering getting a fourth. You aren't required to recycle. If you decide to cut your grass, you can leave the clippings where they fall so that they can decay and give their nutrition back to the new grass. If I don't feel like mowing the lawn, I don't do it. I have pictures to prove it.
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This is how tall the grass got in my backyard.

The way I see the world, the problem is not in getting or not getting a new green trash can. The problem is that you gave all of your property rights away.
I don't have any problems with my "home value". I don't have neighbors acting all stupid over it. It's my property. Just as I wouldn't have a say in what they do with their property.
A recent California transplant asked me, "Who do I have to call if I want to build a shed in my back yard?" to which I replied, "Home depot."

To me, this is the essence of freedom.
And it's reason number 12 that I wouldn't want to live anywhere but Texas.

Heat? What heat?

Why is everybody fussing about the heat all of a sudden? I don't find it to be particularly hot this year. In fact, it's been kind of mild.
I even heard a radio show about the heat. Seems to be a whole lotta fussin goin on.
But apparently the upper level wind combined with a high pressure system is pushing the warm gulf air westward across the country.
In plain English, this means: You guys got a taste of Texas this summer. And this ain't even a particularly bad year. We have a word for this kind of weather in Texas. It's called, "summer".
The only difference here is that we also have the gulf coast humidity to go along with it, so the "feels like" temperature is usually about fifteen degrees hotter than what the thermometer says.
So welcome to Texas you guys. Hope you like the weather.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006


Well, we had to at least TRY it.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006


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Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Christmas In July, Part 2

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Monday, July 03, 2006

Christmas In July...A Pictoral Representation

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liv·id Pronunciation (lvd)
1. Discolored, as from a bruise; black-and-blue.
2. Ashen or pallid: a face livid with shock.
3. Extremely angry; furious.
[Middle English livide, from Old French, from Latin lvidus, from lvre, to be bluish; see slei- in Indo-European roots.]
li·vidi·ty, livid·ness n.
livid·ly adv.

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