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I’ve gotten a half dozen emails wondering what I thought about us getting involved in the Ukraine.
Personally, while I supported the ideals and actions of those that were protesting and fighting, that’s as far as it goes. Our government is so inept that it can even run itself so I can’t see it doing any good in the Ukraine. To put it bluntly, it ain’t none of our damned business. As one of y’all commented just because somebody puts on a black hat doesn’t mean we automatically have to put on a white hat.
Besides that, while we’ve been cutting our defenses the Russians have been strengthening theirs. We ain’t the superpower we once were.
Wal-Mart customer, angry with self-checkout machine, loses tooth in fight
That didn’t sit well with another customer, Capt. Doug Nolte said. The 35-year-old Hispanic male confronted the angry customer at about 2:30 p.m. in the store at 6110 W. Kellogg.
The dispute continued as the men left the store, Nolte said. A third man joined the argument and eventually punched the man who had cursed.
The punch knocked out a tooth of the 36-year-old man, who was white and “was throwing out some racial slurs after the fight started,” Nolte said.
I don’t know why but on the way home from work I found myself in the graveyard in front of Darrell D and Juanita’s grave.
Darrell D was the finest horse wrangler I’ve ever known. He was ancient (to me), stood about 5’6″, skinny as a rail and was so bowlegged he walked with 2 canes. Put that motherfucker on a horse though, and he was the most graceful sonofabitch in the world. I swear to God he could drink a beer at a full gallop and never spill a drop. I met him back in 1977 through my uncle who had his pack and saddle horses boarded at Darrell D’s ranch. I had never been on a horse before so Darrell brought a gentle mare over to me (I bought her later) and taught me how to stay on without falling off more than once or twice a day.
His “gal” Juanita was a wonderful lady, acted like she had known me my whole life and treated me like one of her own kids.
Anyways, I started hanging out there at him and Juanita’s, then he hired me to re-fence his property, 220 acres. I neglected to mention that I didn’t know how to string barbed wire but he taught me and kept me on as a part time hand. I went over everyday after work and weekends. While my uncle and his kids were riding their horses and pretending to be cowboys, I was sweating my ass off for 5 bucks an hour. Sometimes I would climb on my horse to join them but mostly I worked. I curried and combed all the fucking horses he had boarded, I fed them, cleaned their hooves, gave them shots, tried my hand at shoeing, oiled and repaired the tack, repaired the sheds, bought the hay and grain and stored it, mucked the troughs and did all the little mundane tasks that nobody realizes goes into ranching.
One day I went over in time to see Darrell D unloading 10 of the worst looking horses I had ever seen, looked like they had never seen a brush or curry comb in their lives and in fact they hadn’t – they were wild mustangs that he had bought at a BLM auction.
“Want to make some money, Kenny? Twenty bucks a head to green break them, boy” he hollered with a big grin on his face. Green breaking is breaking them just enough to where you can sit on them without them going berserk.
Fuck. I think he forgot I can’t even stay on my own horse and when I reminded him of that fact he just cackled saying I’d get a lot more practice hitting the ground.
Motherfucker wasn’t lying. I don’t think Darrell D had a lot of faith in my horse whispering skills but he was too old to break them himself and needed somebody young and stupid to get stomped instead.
Well, I green broke those ten along with a couple ribs and then he sold them. Good riddance. I was really starting to get an attitude towards horses and the stupid fuckers that rode them for enjoyment. Then I’ll be damned if he didn’t go and buy another ten. When those were broke, he bought another ten. And another ten. I told him that if he bought any more he can find somebody else to break them. I ended up breaking 33 of those motherfuckers over the next year. Seven of them broke me, but I didn’t feel too bad when none of the full time cowboys in the area couldn’t ride them either. I think Darrell eventually sold them off as rodeo stock. He could’ve shot them for all I cared. Let me tell you how bad I was beat up – when I enlisted in the army to get away from horse sweat and hooves, the doctor that gave me my physical said he had never seen so many bruises on a live body before – and I hadn’t been on a horse in 2 weeks.
I detest horses to this day. Every time I drive past one my back, hips and ribs start aching and I can taste dirt and blood in my mouth.
I saw Darrell a few times after I got out of the army but I could tell then he wasn’t the same man. His mind was slipping, and he eventually died of dementia. His gal Juanita was killed in a car accident a few years before he died and his last days were spent at his ranch with his pride and joy, his cutting horse Red Delta Rebel.
LANDIS — A Rowan County school bus driver remains in jail today after Landis Police say he allowed students to smoke marijuana on the bus. Police say it wasn’t the first time he allowed students to smoke on the bus.
Brian Davis Overcash, 30, was charged with four counts of misdemeanor contributing to the delinquency of a minor. The incident occurred Feb. 20 after Corriher-Lipe Middle School assistant Principal Matt Krome contacted authorities.
Times have changed. I remember when I was a senior in HIGH school, I climbed on the short bus, plopped down behind the driver, fired up a joint to share with my friends and the damned driver threw me off the bus, then called the school, my parents and the fucking cops.
Evidently marijuana was still frowned upon in Georgia in the mid ’70s.
A shocking poll released Tuesday shows overwhelming majorities of people in Virginia, New York and New Jersey support a national gun registry.
The survey released Tuesday was done jointly by Roanoke College in Virginia, Rutgers-Eagleton in New Jersey and Siena College in New York. It shows that 68 percent of New York voters and a whopping 74 percent of New Jersey voters are in favor of establishing a national gun registry.
Take the poll in Wyoming, Montana and Idaho and see if there’s any difference.
LUTZ — At Paradise Lakes Resort, the rules for clothing are loose. In fact, there are no rules for clothing — it’s optional.
The rules for pets? More restrictive.
According to a lawsuit filed last year and a subsequent appeal, animals more than 25 pounds violate the condominium association’s rules, and must be “registered at the condominium office.”
Sharon Fowler, a resident, has a black Labrador named Laura, who weighs well over the threshold. The condo association had a problem with this, and sent a letter telling Fowler to get rid of the dog, or move out. Fowler said she had a right to keep the dog. The reason? She’s legally blind, and Laura is her service animal.
When I first saw the headline I was sure Ms Fowler had to get rid of it because it was sticking it’s nose up people’s asses.