Y'all Some Jealous Folks!
I know a lot of you folks are on this platform to make money for yourselves, and by gosh, that there is fine as a field of Texas blue bonnets in Austin far as Im'a concerned. Folks gotta eat, yeah? Then git after it, y'all!
Greed
Some of you rapscallion's are greedier than politicians up in here. I'm speakin' from a Texan point of view and I am lookin' right at you, (and you know who you are). Now I'm not half the man as the man I grew up with in Texas. But seems to me he has one jealous shrew making false accusations because my friend who is a Christian preacher tips people that are his friends. The she shrew is fulla pride . Y'all can figure that out, I reckon.
Now Im'a fixin' to say somethin' Im'a purtee darn sure ain't to y'all's liking, but as we say in Texas, y'all can pitch a hissy fit all y'all want and ain't nothing to me but water off a duck's backside.
My friend who preaches Jesus on this platform is a person you wouldn't want to have messed with ten years ago. He'd have sent you to the hospital or to your dentist quicker than an F4 tornado in Amarillo, come hell or high water.
I've seen him take out 4 men at a time with his bare hands. He's not a hombre to be toyed with, I guarandamtee ya.
Money
We all be needin' some cash to eke out a proper living, I reckon. I get that like a burglar gets a load of buckshot in the arse when he steps on my back 40 (property). I reckon some of y'all are broker than a dove's wing. I understand that and empathize with you.
But money ain't nothin' but a thang. If y'all had any skin or gumption, I reckon you could do as I have done and live off the land in survival mode for a year. But seems to me many of y'all are weaker than New York tea or hopped up on soy lattes.
Grow up
Now that restrictions have been lifted in the Philippines, I'm coming over to help out with his ministry for two weeks, maybe 30 days, if I can get my boss to let me off the oil rig for that long.
But make note of this: this Texas don't play no games. Y'all need to grow up in here and stop being jealous of others. As a former detective, I can track any of you down before you wake up from your nightly shut eye. Don't make me do that. Please, don't make me. When I arrive in January, I'll be available for meet ups and the like and what not.
If you have a beef with me or my friend, I'll do the talkin'. Again, Texans don't play your childish games. I'll be off this here oil rig in about 8 hours if you have anything to say. Until then, mind your own business and grow the hell up.
The Benevolent Bamboozler
Tell me if you've heard this one before. There was this land somewhere in England where the ruler was one mean old son-of-a-buck. The Sheriff there was so mean that even Simon Cowell was afraid to say anything bad about him.
Well, one fine day, as the Benevolent Bamboozler was traipsing through the woods in his green tights looking for some mushrooms to get high on, he fired an arrow from his mighty bow and accidentally killed one of the officers of the Sheriff.
Now this lad I speak of was 18 years old or thereabouts. His mum didn't raise him all too well. When interviewed by the BBC in the 12th century, she remarked that raising her son was like trying to nail Jello to a pine tree with a dull cudgel. But he had a lot of friends who took a liking to his benevolent lifestyle.
Now this Sheriff was so old and cold he owed Moses 5 shillings and refused to pay it back to his ancestors despite a long running lawsuit. I mean, he was so cheap he was on the dollar menu at the Nottingham McDonald's.
Meanwhile, this Bamboozler feller was so nice the only jokes he ever told was when taking a shower in the rain and they were clean ones at that.
As the legend goes, the Benevolent Bamboozler was a thief and a robber, you know, besides being a nice guy and all. But he had a lot of friends he called the Merry Band. Not very original, yeah, but hey, we're talking about the 12th century here, and its not like they had a Fender guitar and a nice set of Pearl drums. Geez.
One of these cats was a chubby feller. Nice guy and all, but he was so heavy he actually broke the family tree. To tell the truth, he was so chubby he would have given Dracula diabetes! So there's that.
The Benevolent Bamboozler was always kind to the poor folk, and he frequently sent assistance to them; and for that very reason the common folks looked upon him as their friend and hero. Of course, most didn't know he robbed rich people to feed the poor.
Nor did they know he hated injustices that the King and the Sheriff were well known for. They took ruthless advantage of the poor and defenseless to line their own pockets, you know, like modern politicians do today to us taxpayers.
But unlike these ruthless leaders, the Bamboozler was all about fair play, generosity, and compassion, which actually were the essential qualities of mature adulthood and rarely found during those ancient times.
Now the King, the Sheriff, and his mean spirited officers were on to the Bamboozler and his men, so they were forced to live in the forest as outlaws. There in the forest they killed the king's deer to feed themselves and had a bottle of wine or nine on occasion. Okay, so they liked to party like frat boys -- so what.
But one day things came to a head.
There was a quarrel between the Bamboozler and a dude named John. The former went into Nottingham to attend church and rob the tithes, but a monk recognized him and sounded the alarm. Snitchin' punk. Anyway, the Bamboozler was then forced to kill 12 people before he was eventually captured. Unlike New York City there were no offenses that warranted bail.
Anyway, when word got out and about regarding the capture of the Benevolent Bamboozler, it reached his hoodlum pals in the forest, thus they planned a crafty rescue operation.
One day, as the monk trotted by on his way to snitch to the king about the Bamboozler's capture, Little Juan (I think he was Spanish dude in all reality), and a chap who went by the moniker of Mulch seized and beheaded him. John and Mulch then put on a disguise, visited the king in downtown London, barely beating the traffic, and then returned to Nottingham bearing official documents sealed with the royal seal of the tyrant king.
The Sheriff was not able to recognize them for he was partially blind from reading porn magazines. Legend has it that on the breast of the Sheriff named Gale, was tattooed the price of his tail, and on his behind, for the sake of the blind, was the same information in braille.
Anyway, he warmly greeted the two men and treated them to a feast at the old Red Lobster in London during their grand opening.
But that night, Juan and Mulch killed the Bamboozler's jailer and set him free from his rusty chains. By the time the Sheriff realized what had occurred, the trio of outlaws were safely back in the friendly confines of Sherwood Forest partying like animals.
To this day, it beats the tar out of me why they wound up calling this dude Robin Hood. Reckon I'll have to do some research on the topic in the National Enquirer.
If the Texas Alamo was Defended Today
Good morning, folks. Times change. History is great to study. Frankly, many of the woke liberals today want to destroy history, but not me. You hang around my blog and you'll find I'm a square-shootin', root-n-tootin' cowboy at heart.
History of the Alamo
First of all, I've visited The Alamo inside and out. But I want to give you a brief history of it so y'all can understand it properly.
The Alamo is located in San Antonio, Texas. It's 275 miles or about 443 kilometers southwest of my place in Dallas. It's a 4-plus hour drive, but I can make it in about 3-and-a-half hours with my lead foot if there's no traffic. By horse it would take about 12 hours, figuring in stopping for food and water and whatnot. A decent horse can travel 50 miles in a day.
The Battle of the Alamo happened in 1836, back when I was just a pup. But that old building has been around for 300 years, partners. It was previously a Spanish mission called Mission San Antonio de Valero. Seems like the old Spaniards controlled a lot of territory 300 years ago after they won their independence from Spain. Heck, they even had and still have missions from below San Diego, California, and all the way to northern California, some still open.
Lead up to the Battle
26-year-old William Barret Travis and about 150 men holed up in The Alamo on February 23, 1836. They had 18 cannons and not a lot of ammo, food or their supplies. What they did have was a fierce fighting spirit and a whole darn bunch of determination.
By this date, Texans had defeated the Mexicans and chased them south across the border back into Mexico. Most of the Texas government army and a majority of the volunteers returned to their homes truly believing the war was over for Texas.
Mexican General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna wasn't pleased with the Mexican garrisons being defeated and led his massive army of into Texas to put down the rebellion and claim Texas for Mexico.
Inside the Alamo were Travis, James Bowie (yes, the same name as the knife) and Davy Crockett.
The Battle
General Santa Anna and his army laid siege to the Alamo. Travis parlayed (that's met for you non-Texans) with some of Santa Anna's leaders. Santa Anna demanded all the men surrender. IF they did, he would determine whether they lived or died. Travis answered with a cannon round. Gol-dang! Ye-hah!
Santa Anna had his men raise a red flag, meaning that everyone inside of the Alamo would die. Meanwhile, on March 1, 32 more men from the town of Gonzales rode up to help out at the Alamo. This brought the number of fighters close to 200 men. On the next day, Texas declared its independence from Mexico and the fight was on 4 days later.
The Mexicans had 4,000 men, the Texas defenders 200. The defenders were surrounded and the battle began. In 90 minutes it was over. All fighters inside the Alamo were dead. Women, children, and some slaves were allowed to live.
Santa Anna and his army were shocked at the ferocity of the Texans.
The Texans never gave up, however. A later major battle, The Battle of San Jacinto, was fought on April 21 and over in 18 minutes. "Remember the Alamo!" was the cry of the Texas fighters.
Santa Anna's army was routed and chased back into Mexico for good. Texas remained independent and does so today. It is the only state among 50 that has it written in their Constitution that they can secede from the United States.
If the battle was fought today
With all the woke soy boys up the road in Austin (Travis County) the battle would have been over before it began. They would have protests and activists would be tweeting up a storm. Facebook posts would cross people's timelines.
But the Mexicans still don't play today. They are a tough bunch of hombres. A few rounds into the crowd as they picketed and sipped their latte's and the woke mob would s*it and get!
After that, us real Texans would mop up the Mescans and run 'em back south. Sadly, they would come back as criminals into the U.S., crossing the Rio Grande River and other entry points while the current wanna-be president says nothing of note.
@Scotty17 advised me to put this on my blog so here it is: Free images from https://pixabay.com/
California to Texas
I've never regretted leaving California where I was raised and then on to Texas where I was welcomed with my kind of people: kind but rugged; fair but not to be messed with; cool but hot like a desert.
When I grew up in Southern Cali things were great. People were friendly and suspicious of one another at the same time. Anything north of Los Angeles I considered Canada, though there were many fine people living there, until one got to san Francisco, a once magnificent city and now a dump (literally).
But SoCal and California really began to change in the 1990s and I felt it was time for a change. I wasn't sure where at first, Florida maybe, but I loaded up a U-Haul and headed east with no specific goals in mind.
I breezed through Arizona and stopped in New Mexico several times. I'd flown over in an airliner previously but nothing compared to driving though its scenic beauty.
I stayed in Albuquerque for a spell and thought I might wanna settle down for a few months to see if it met my fancy. I was from a big city in Cali but the desert and mountains were more to my liking.
Instead of making a quick judgment, I moved further east and came to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I journeyed south into Texas at that point and smack dab into Dallas which I wound up calling my new home. Now Dallas is not for everyone, but it sure enough is a fine city and wild and yet tame.
I took a liking to the gals with their southern drawls and free spirits. The city is full of entertainment if that's your thing. I like baseball, football and plenty of hockey and car racing - professional style. We have the Dallas Cowboys, Texas Rangers, Dallas Stars, Dallas Mavericks and more.
Now I reckon sports aren't liked by some folks and that's fine by me, but getting up in my jaw about it might find a size 9.5 boot in your posterior. I'm a friendly type but not one to cotton to no latte swilling, pink-haired types. My patience has its limits.
Aside from the crime, I love it here in God's country. Yes, I conceal carry a Glock-17 and it's totally legal. Some folk just don't cotton to work and let the gubmint handle up on their business. I'm the independent feller you heard about, some say a redneck.
Anyway, I wanna thank @Scotty17 for giving me an invite here on this platform. Now and again I'll drop in and share what's on my mind but I'm new to crypto and writing on the cheap. I have my own investments and one of 'em ain't a family.
Y'all take care now and have a fine November. I'm a-hopin' for some snow this year and some nice holidays.
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