Monday, 8/27 One Scary Damned Weapon

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I’m getting’ scared, kid.  So I’m looking through a hunting – fishing magazine in the barber shop.  And some company just is brung out a 20-round shotgun with a clip thing like the old BAR in my Army days.  Now, Charlie, you and I gone huntin’ years ago, and nobody needs more than 2 shots in a shotgun.  Cause if you miss the first shot, them birds is long gone.  So who in the hell needs 20 rounds which is more than I had in my rifle in Korea?  One of them damned mass shooter guys gonna get his hands on one and can you imagine how much he could do in a crowd?   I was always against gun control, but damn it, kid, this is just too much.  It’s like a invitation to one of them guys.

 

Sunday, 8/26 We’re Too Used To Mass Shootings

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Kid, I’m getting scared.   There been so many of these damn mass shootings that we’s all getting harden to them.   Yesterday I’m watching the cable news about John McCain, and he was a really great guy.  But right in the middle, they interrupt and say there’s a mass shooting down in Florida again and at least 15 people has been hit.  Some is wounded, some is dead.  Then – here’s the scary part – they say: “we’ll get back to that later”.   Just like 15 people getting shot ain’t no big deal.  Well it is a big deal.  It’s a big damned deal and it don’t say much about us Americans if we treat it like it was just s traffic accident.  Bullcrap!

 

Thursday, 8/9 Live and In Person

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So I hear the Prez is gonna be near Delaware.  That’s like maybe 2 hours from me so I think: “What the hell, I’ll go check into a speech and maybe I’ll get some scoop on what’s goin’ on”.  So I make the drive and get there, but man what a let down.  And what bullcrap.  So you go through security and all that crap, but it ain’t like no picture show with a stage.  It’s like a big old gym thing, so lot’s of the people sit behind him.   And that’s why it looks like a crowd on the TV.  So he starts in yappin’ and, kid, it was all about himself.  He’s the biggest this, and the greatest that, and the most wonderful whoever.  Bullcrap.   I didn’t learn a damn thing and was pissed because I had to drive 2 hours home.  Next time I feels the need to rub elbows with loud ignorant guys, I’ll just go down to Stosh’s Tavern.  Bullcrap.

 

 

Saturday, 8/4 LeBron or Trump? You pick it.

So I’m here in Y-Town Ohio.  And so the Prez starts his insults flying about LeBron James.  Now that’s like insultin’ Dale Earnhardt down in Carolina.  You just can’t flippin’ do it around here.  LeBron brung Cleveland a championship when nobody else could, he just builded a school for them poor kids, and he’s The Man for Ohio Guys.  He can squawk about Hillary, but he sure better leave LJ alone.  No bullcrap.