I need to stop betting. I lost my boots, my best boots and my butt in last night’s blog. Let me explain. I said none of you were writing Washington or calling your elected congressmen. I said I would bet my boots, my best boots that I was right. I’m thrilled to report I LOST! A lot of you wrote me steamy emails telling me how wrong I am. I will admit this is one time I’m happy to be wrong.
Several of you ladies have written to tell me its GRITS and not GRIT. GRIT is Girls Raised in Texas while GRITS is Girls Raised in the South. Look ladies, I live in Texas and I have to face Texas women. I would be an idiot to not stand up for them. They would skin me alive and let me watch them tan my hide. I live where the women can be down right mean. They let us men talk tough in public, but in private they rule the roost. Mandy, my exhousekeeper, was boss. I did what she told me. I can hear her now, “Wash your hands, Will.”
I’d answer, “Yes Mam.” Unlike Senator Boxer she didn’t mind being called Mam. Remember the Senator who correcting a General when he addressed her as Mam? I hope the people of California have a long memory and replace that arrogant elitist.
Thank all of you for your support. One of my eBay family members said he felt like John the Baptist, crying in the wilderness. I know the feeling. There are nights when I sit down to do my blog and I wonder if two people will be reading what I say. By bedtime I can get pretty low thinking I’m fighting a lone battle and then the next day I start hearing from you. Some of you even like my attempts at humor. It’s hard to be humorous when you are out in the 104 degree heat trying to work cattle without causing them to drop weight. Frankly mine can’t lose much more or they would be walking skeletons.
My twins came to me today and told me if I needed to cut their pay they would understand. I felt about three feet tall. No doubt I had been talking with them, they see me feeding hay and helped me sell some of my animals. They know things are tight, but I’m afraid I might have complained to them more than I should. I assured them if there was money in my bank they would never get a pay cut. It’s at times like this that I get very upset over what they are doing in Washington. Had they done NOTHING the economy would be back on track. Some will ask would that have helped me get rain??? No, but I might have gotten more for the horses and cattle I sold. Make no mistake, this recession hurts everyone. Even my local Dairy Queen has seen a drop off in sales. Let me brag on my men. How many people do you know who would approach their boss and offer to work for less? I really appreciate their loyalty, but I also realize they are not getting rich working for me. They each have families to feed and kids to keep in school. They need every dollar they can get.
Last month we butchered a fairly fat steer. At least they won’t have to pay for meat. I don’t run milk cows and the few chickens I have don’t produce enough eggs to feed a family. I get gas at a special farm/ranch price and let them fill up, because they have to drive to work. I think that’s legal. I hope so. If not, I would still do it, because of all the extra things they do for me.
Speaking of Mandy, her husband is declining. She is a strong Texas Lady and is standing courageously, but I can see her fear when I drop in. It’s sorta funny. My last trip to San Antonio I swung by and checked on her. The first thing she said was, “Leggs called this week asking about you.”
That Mandy, bless her heart!!! She is still dead set on my marrying Leggs. I need that like I need a couple more months without rain.
Finally the King has said he would wait until the end of September to push his health care bill through. This means Washington will be coming home and we will get a chance to face them. Even if you are not making calls and writing letters, you need to show up and speak your mind. We have to put the fear of a NO VOTE in 2010 on them if they say YES to government health care. The King’s ratings are falling faster than a quarterback’s rating who just threw seven interceptions and no touchdowns in a game. He has never had this happen and he is panicked. You can see the stunned look on his face. That is why he had the question about Gates planted so he could cause a distraction and try to save the day in the end. It backfired. We all saw through the charade. Tonight all three of them are getting together for beer. The Cambridge cop is being smart. He is bringing a lawyer and police union rep. He knows what a snake we have in the White House…which chaps me that they are meeting in the backyard. Why not in the White House? Is the cop not good enough to be in the White House? Makes my blood boil…I’m ready for 2010…make sure you are.
Let me leave you with this thought. The Australian Shooter Magazine this week says, “If you consider that there has been an average of 160,000 troops in the Iraq theatre of operations during the past 22 months and the total deaths are 2112. This gives a firearm death rate of 60 per 100,000 soldiers.”
The firearm death rate in Washington DC is 80.6 per 100,000. This means you are 25% more likely to be shot in the Nations capital that you are in Iraq. My suggestion is the US should pull out of Washington. Sleep well, Will <><