Tuesday, December 27, 2005

TRANS-SIBERIAN ORCHESTRA 2005 TOUR


Here we are again, back at the Ol’ Blog to toss out some more of my life’s little documentaries. And I’m guessing you’re curious about the TSO concert, and about my Christmas holiday. As luck would have it, that’s exactly what I’m going to write about.

My excitement was growing as the hour approached for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert in Little Rock at Alltel Arena. On the evening of the concert, there was somewhat of a squabble between the two lovely ladies that were to be accompanying me to the concert. My wife’s best friend got the tickets and was at the house to ride with us in one vehicle. Well, it seems that both of them had been through a fairly rough day prior to getting ready for the event, and neither one of them was over the days’ events yet.

One mis-spoken word at the wrong time and in the wrong tone…turned into somewhat of a verbal cat-fight in no time flat. I did my best to keep out of the discussion, being that there were two females and only one male. Women tend to gang up on the opposite sex, especially when the man has no backup. Doubly so when the man throws in his “two cents” about the “female issues” on the discussion table. I just ducked and covered.

The squabbling back and forth continued as we got in the truck. I have a single cab Dodge Ram. Sound travels well in a single cab. Ask me how I know. At any rate, thing kept escillating to the point where I had finally endured enough. I voiced my observation of their combined stupidity when it came to consistently and repetitively aruging over meaningless bullshit. I said they should appreciate the fact that they have a friend to watch the concert with, and to stop having a piss-&-moan episode with me trapped in the middle.

After a short time of cooling down, things became tolerable. After 15 to 20 minutes inside the Arena, the excitement of the concert began to take their minds off the fight. The concert was spectacular!!! There were laser lights, strobes, pyrotechnics, spark-sprayers, fog machines, backup singers, soloists, guitar features, keyboard features, drum solo, drama and fantastic music!!!

At one point, “snow” fell from above the crowd and shimmered as the strobe lights danced off the twirling confetti. It was magical, to say the least. Of course, the two ladies swooned after…”him”…as TSO likes to refer to Angus Clark, one of their lead guitarists.

I would have preferred to explore the intimate details of one of their lovely female lead voice… Miss Jill Gioia. Wow, what a voice!! Christmas was a lot of work, but a lot of fun. The boys weren’t disappointed and that was my main goal. The wife was happy, I was happy, the boys were happy… and that’s what it’s all about. Being with family, bringing smiles to faces, and remembering that Jesus is the reason for the celebration. Our friends, Chris and Sheri came over and showered the kiddo’s with presents, too. No complaints were registered by either boy. ~lol~

It was a good time at both events. I’m not sure what the plans are for New Year’s Eve, just yet. But, I’m certain that my wife will have my evening ironed out way before the ball drops.

Well… I better get back to work. Christmas is over and whether I’m rested or not…it’s the work week. More later!

Friday, December 16, 2005

Howdy, boys n’ girls. I guess I can toss another entry or two into the old Journal before Christmas gets here. Old St. Nick is just about ready to take his yearly flight. If you have kids, I hope they get a ton of goodies. I know I’m gonna be having some fun on the 21st, because Trans-Siberian Orchestra is coming to Alltel Arena in North Little Rock. I’m gonna be there!!! This should be awesome!!! Many thanks to “Brat” for the amazingly cool Christmas gift.

Well…what else to write? Hrmm… it’s 1:50, I’m hitting my sleepy-stage of the day where I the the urge to nod off and yawn a lot. It never matters how much sleep I get or how early I get in bed. It happens every day. I guess this begins to happen around middle-age? Who knows.

I should be able to get my home internet back in working order on the 20th…which is this coming Tuesday. I’m looking forward to that. Oh, I won’t get to spend any more TIME in there on the net than I am right now…due to the nagging and griping I get each time I sit down to surf. But at least my service will be active.

I guess, being that this whole blog was started in order for me to just let out some random rants about things that annoy and confound the very sense of logic within me, I could throw out some issues that have come to mind.

1) What is it with all of the stupid disclaimers, microscopic print, 900mph scrolling text and speed talkers on television commercials these days?!?! Tell me, honestly. How many times do we have to see “Professional driver on closed course” and “Dramatization”? Ah yes, dramatization. Everything’s a stupid dramatization. A truck pulling a battleship…gee, I’m glad they said it was just…a dramatization. I would have tried to hook the USS Alabama to my new truck and take it home as a trophy!! ~rolling eyes~ I’m sorry, but I don’t think a sports car can outrun a jet!! I also don’t think that wet-condition tires will allow a car to drive ontop of a body of water. (Not unless Jesus is behind the wheel).
Hey, marketing people! Let me clue you into something that the general buying public is intelligent enough to realize… vehicles can’t drive off cliffs, under the ocean, or through boiling lava, without being destroyed!! We don’t need someone telling us that this is fake.
Anybody who needs that explained to them is too stupid to drive a vehicle in the first place! Any lawsuit from an injury received as a direct or indirect result of attempting to reenact a dramatization should be laughed out of court.

2) Why does every medication they come out with have some sort of horrible series of possible side effects? Shouldn’t these possible reactions be taken into consideration before someone says “sure! Give it to the public!!” ?
Exactly how safe is a medicine when the side effects could be “dry mouth, diarrhea, flatulence, incontinence, upset stomach, nausea, nervousness, drowsiness, and some sexual side effects”? Is that a fair trade-off?? I think I’d rather be sick than to possibly suffer the rest of that. Thank you.

3) Why is it that advertisers buy blocks of advertisement time…so that their commercial is not run once…or even twice in a short span of time. It’s run 4 or 5 times!!! People begin to loathe the product being shoved infront of their faces on TV while watching their favorite program. Once or twice is fine, marketers… not 4 and 5 times. You’re beginning to turn customers away. Just a clue there.

That’s all for now… more later.

Friday, December 02, 2005

I guess it’s about time to toss in the first entry for the “Holiday Season”, as everyone seems to be calling it now. In this little online journal entry, I’d like to address a few items that seem to irritate me about this time of year.

First off, the Holidays are supposed to convey a sense of brotherly love…tolerance…good will…cheer…kindness…courtesy…and a return to the values of home and family. Each year, it seems to become more and more about anger…intolerance…poor manners…rudeness…and an opportunity to ruin the whole experience for the person next to you. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m sure there are those who try very hard to ignore the general majority who seem to wander along with the social infrastructure on a daily basis, not unlike lemmings to a moral cliff. If you have any doubts to my words… just try to have a pleasant experience at the local mall on the day after Thanksgiving. You’ll be lucky to walk away without a bloody nose.

Bless these kind souls who try their best to maintain the cheer of Christmas in the midst of this animosity-filled religious multi-culturalism our country is drowning in. In a time of “tolerance” and “freedom of religious belief”, Where certain groups are exempt from penalty for all manner of religious holidays and observances. It seems to be blatantly absurd (and frightening, I might add) to witness the growing governmental oppression of Christianity, and the icons of it’s celebration…namely Jesus.

What has this country come to, and where are we headed? Here are some of my fundamental beliefs:

1) I believe all Americans should have the right to worship whatever deity they see fit to worship.
2) I believe that the freedom to attend organized worship services of these deities should be allowed without governmental influence.
3) I believe that the freedom to discuss one’s beliefs and the right to observe religious-holidays without penalty should be a basic right we all have.

I also believe that the people who file lawsuits over a baby Jesus in a nativity scene on a courthouse lawn ought to be laughed out of the courtroom! It’s true that this country was founded on religious freedom and freedom of expression. But that also applies to the religious beliefs of the founding fathers, themselves! Most, if not all, were Christian. Some were even ordained ministers! Yet our government, who operates in buildings adorned with Christian mottoes, figures, likenesses and references, upholds these absurd lawsuits by religious fanatics and atheists against Christian practices! Why? Don’t Christians have the same rights afforded to other denominations? I’m beginning to fear that the answer is “no”.

Get this… I work two jobs. At my main job, we freely and openly hold a “Christmas Dinner”. This, in no way, implies that we are forcing or mandating the religious observance of Christmas on any non-Christian or non-denominational employees. It merely means that we are holding a dinner in appreciation of our employees, in the spirit of the Christmas Season (which is a season of good will and kindness). It’s taken well, and there are no objections to it. And there shouldn’t be!

It is a dinner created in good will for the benefit of our employees. If there is nothing negative to it for anyone attending, I fail to see where any objection could be raised. If you’re not a Christian…so what? Enjoy the free food! Believe what you want! Enjoy the fact that others are happy and want YOU to be happy. Just because you believe something else doesn’t mean you have the right to oppress and demean the joy of others who do! Be tolerant!

At my second, part-time, job… we aren’t even permitted to advertise “Christmas Items” due to the fear of negative publicity surrounding the corporate name. Why would there be negative images drawn about the company, you ask? It’s because some idiot filed a lawsuit against the company in the past over a “religious reference” of Christmas. Now, the whole Christmas Season is muted and has become “politically correct” at that place of business. At least they haven’t taken away the Christmas Carols being played over the satellite radio.

Well… in the immortal words of Charlie Brown, “Well, I’m not going to let all of this commercialization ruin MY Christmas.” And that’s exactly what I intend to do. The government may regulate how Christmas is advertised or how it’s publicly observed, but the government can’t regulate how I celebrate it in my heart. As long as I have the joy of the Christmas Season in my heart and share it with my family…it’ll remain as it always has.

If I don’t get the opportunity to share another post with you before Christmas gets here… I’d like to take the opportunity to wish each and every one of my readers a very Merry Christmas & Happy New Year. Oh…and Happy Hanukah, Happy Kwanza and Happy (Insert the holiday of your choosing).


JESUS is the reason for the season...

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Surprise! Didn’t think you’d get another entry so soon, did ya. I’m known for that. (chuckle) Anyway, I just thought I’d bring my dedicated readers up to par on the events of this past weekend.

Some good friends of ours live in southern Arkansas where the wide areas of pine groves, hardwoods and country roads give whitetail deer the perfect environment to flourish. They own a patch of this hunter’s paradise and invited me down to hunt in a privately owned area where I didn’t have to pay some outlandishly expensive membership fee just for a chance at getting a deer.

Well, early Saturday morning, that chance came. I got my first deer at the age of 32. Other hunters might chuckle and wonder why it took me this long to bag my first deer. But if you don’t know the way I was brought up, then you wouldn’t know that the only hunting I’ve really done is with my grandfather and then by myself.

My dad’s not really an avid hunter. I enjoy it, though. What I know, I’ve had to either learn through instruction or on my own. I’m no seasoned pro. I know the fundamentals and I know the safety aspect, but it’s not like I was sitting on a 4-wheeler at the age of 10 with a deer draped across the back rack.

I didn’t go on my first deer hunt until I was about 17 years old. I try to go each year, though I rarely see many deer. The area I live in is over-hunted and under-stocked on deer. I have hunting clubs all around me and a wildlife refuge area located just down the road from my house. What usually happens during deer season is this;

The “smart” deer typically feed at night in the open pastures near my home, and then return to the safety of the protected refuge by morning’s light. Thereby avoiding the high-powered rifles, bows and muzzle-loaders. There are a few times when deer will linger in pastures. These are the ones that typically get picked off in a matter of time.

At any rate, my deer was a doe. She had plenty of meat and will be a welcome addition to our freezer. I nearly got a shot at a 6-point, but it wasn’t a clean shot so I didn’t take it. Too many trees in the way to pull off a killing shot, and I certainly didn’t want to just injure the animal. I always try my best to be an ethical hunter. I kill what I’ll eat. I eat what I kill. And I’ll never take an unsure shot.

Well, enough of my rambling for now. More later.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Hrmm… here it is, the 18th of November and I’m looking forward to my eldest son’s 9th birthday party tonight. My oh my, where does the time go? Doesn’t seem like that long ago that I was holding my firstborn in Children’s Hospital. He was a preemie…born 2 months early and weighing only 2 lbs.-5 oz.

He was, and still is, my miracle boy. Now he’s nearly as tall as my wife and weighs a hefty 90 lbs. He’s having his party in a football theme. Many of his school buddies are coming over for a bonfire weenie roast and smores. The cake’s done and the house is clean, so things seem to be ready.

Tomorrow, I’m headed out to our friends’ place down in south Arkansas to do some serious deer hunting. Oh, we have deer around my place…but I live near a wildlife refuge. We have several hunting clubs that think they own the woods around my place…and with so many of em running around with their guns and 4-wheelers, it’s a wonder anybody kills any deer. Most smart deer head over to the refuge during the day and only venture out to feed in pastures at night. I know… I’ve seen em.

Down where I’m going, there is more land and fewer hunters per acre. I stand a very good chance of at least seeing a deer if not shooting a deer. That reminds me…I gotta clean my gun tonight. It’s been in storage since last season.

Well… I’ll close this entry by saying that I’m sorry for the “few and far between” status of my entries of late. But, I’m working two jobs right now and it doesn’t leave a tremendous amount of time for blog entries. I’ll post what I can as soon as I can. Please bear with me.

Y’all take care and I’ll post again soon!!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005



As many people tend to do, these days, I was recently surfing around through Ebay when an interesting question came to mind. I’m a rather reminiscent person, and I suddenly wondered if there were people who were placing toys on Ebay that I’d grown up with. I decided to toss out a few searches, and I was genuinely surprised by what I actually found!

This got me to thinking more and more about exactly which toys I owned while growing up and how much fun I had with them. My imagination was my best friend, being out in the countryside. I didn’t have a lot of kids nearby to play with during summer vacations. So, I’d take my toys outside in a camouflage gym bag and create adventures that might last ¾ of the day!!

My children are growing up in an “instant” world. Entertainment is provided for them without any requirement for imagination. I have to nearly force them to turn the TV and video games off and play with their toys, these days. Thankfully, they enjoy reading.

Oh, don’t get me wrong… I’m part of the video game generation. I cut my teeth on the likes of Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, Q*bert and Space Invaders. I’ve seen it all and played most of it. So, I thought it might be fun to throw out a few memories of mine. Who knows, you might share many of them with me.

Toys I Remember Having As A Child: (this could be a long list)
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GI Joe action figures:
1) Snake Eyes & Timber (his wolf)
2) Mainframe
3) Beach Head
4) Airborne
5) Lady Jay
6) Cobra B.A.T.
7) Gung-Ho (original)
8) Wet Suit
9) Doc (original)
10) Quick Kick
11) Grand Slam (original with silver pads)

GI Joe playsets / vehicles:
1) GI Joe L.A.W. playset
2) GI Joe J.U.M.P. jetpack pad playset
3) GI Joe Outpost Defender playset
4) GI Joe Skystriker “f-14 tomcat"
5) GI Joe Devilfish "boat"
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Go-Bots:
1) Green Cykill
2) Jeeper Creeper
3) Master Blaster
4) Dive Dive

Go-Bots Playsets:
1) Thrust-1 (evil base) playset
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Transformers: A=Autobot D=Decepticon
1) Optimus Prime (A)
2) Dirge (D)
3) Warpath (A)
4) Skydive (A)
5) Red Alert (A)
6) Jet Fire (A)
7) Blaster (A)
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Miscellaneous other toys I recall.....

- Voltron Motorized Lion Set (all 5 lions)
- “Dr. J” Wilson basketball
- Brown stopper-gun set with red, firing, stopper darts
- Lincoln Logs (logs and slats were wood…plastic chimney)
- Erector Set
- Tinker Toys
- Hot Wheels
- Stomper trucks
- Nikko Turbo-Panther R/C dunebuggy
- Daisy Red Ryder BB Gun
- Crossman AR17 combo Pellet/BB gun
- Crossman 357-6 pellet pistol
- Coleco Electronic Quarterback (handheld game)
- Simon (game)
- LiteBrite (electronic toy)
- Candyland, Sorry!, Checkers, Chinese Checkers, Dominos, Operation, Clue (board games)
- HeMan & The Masters Of The Universe figures w/ Castle Greyskull
- Star Wars figures (first issue)

I warned you this would be a long list... but I think I've gone on long enough. I could recall movies & TV shows that I enjoyed, but that would be almost unbearable here. At least I'm posting entries more often!! More later.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Howdy boys n’ girls. Looks like we’re back together for another installment of the redneck’s rant. Hrmm…yea, it’s been another long gap between entries. While I do apologize, again, for the delay of new material on a daily basis… at least it does tend to give me more to comment on when I do come back to update the blog. Without further adieu, I’ll crack the old knuckles and we’ll journey down the twisted path of my mind for an insightful look into the whole “Jason Experience” as of late.

I’ve been dealing with a pinching pain in my upper back, located over my left shoulder and between the shoulder blade and spine. I’ve tried stretches, heat, a new chair, and corrective posture habits. Nothing seems to get the slight “burn” out of that area…and it even goes slightly numb from time to time. It isn’t incapacitating… but it’s definitely annoying. I think it stems from a lack of adequate support in the chair I was forced to use her at the new job, a bad habit of slouching whilst working on the PC (since most monitors are not situated at a level equal my eyes), and the fact that I’m not 18 anymore.

Does anyone know how to stop a female cat from “yoweling” at night while she’s in heat? The constant “mmrrOOOWWWWwrrr” and trilling is driving me insane. My wife calls this cat her “purr-purr-princess”…so you can imagine how spoiled this thing is. I can’t believe how often this cat goes through menstrual cycles. Apparently I’ve never paid that much attention to it before, but they’re in heat and begging for some about every other week, it seems!!! I’ve never seen anything like it!! She’ll sit there and bat her eyes… trill out a little purr…and wiggle her ass like “I neeeeeed it!!!” Ugg…. Somebody get this cat FIXED!!!

Well, with it being practically the end of October, now, here’s an update on what the kiddos are dressing up as. My youngest son is going as the movie version of Wolverine from X-Men. There’s a cute story behind this character and my kid…but I won’t take up space here with it. He’s got the suit, the little claws, and we’ll be styling his hair and giving him a pair of makeup “sideburns”. He should be very cute. My oldest boy is going as a Star Wars “Clone Trooper” from the last movie to hit the big screen. He has a trooper suit, complete with helmet. The “blaster rifle” toy is on order and should be here in just a few days.

My wife and I are big kids when it comes to the holidays, and we want our kids to always have good memories of the things we did as a family during special times. So, she and I dress up each year to take them up to an event at our capital city’s zoo, called “Boo At The Zoo”. I’m going as the Grim Reaper… and the wife is going as a witch. We both feel that our costumes tend to represent the best of our bad side. I’m typically the harbinger of doom… while she’s typically brewing up trouble.

I’ll let you know how things go. More later.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Howdy folks. Well, I’m back again to distribute sunshine… not unlike a cow pie in a wood chipper. ~lol~ I realize I’ve been gone awhile and have left my adoring masses without anything to read. For that, I do apologize. But, from time to time, I have to attend to real life and the tight schedules that come along with it.

I’ve been well. I’ve managed to remain employed and at least marginally stable, financially. However, my money situation is tending to want to lean toward “Chronically Impoverished” if this trend continues for much longer. I’m desperately seeking some local part-time work to help shove a proverbial crutch under our budget.

After the hit my wife and I took in the pocketbook (over the job change we both were forced into about 7 months ago) we’ve been struggling against the slowly sinking ratio of income versus bills. We’re beginning to slide into the bright yellow zone, and the red zone ain’t far off.

I’ve applied at several places with only one showing any sign of interest, thusfar. The only problem is in the fact that I’ve basically had to hold their hand and coax them to contact me with information after the initial interview. I was supposed to be scheduled for a drug-screen before beginning work with the local Tractor Supply Company.

That was over a week ago. I’ve had to call the supervisor 3 times since then, inquiring about when and where this was supposed to happen. I don’t have time to sit around for half a month while people drag their feet. I have a family to support and I need the work NOW. They’re about to find me “unavailable” real damn fast.

In other news… the boys are doing well in their sports. My oldest son (Justin) is playing flag-football in a local church league, and they won their game last night. My youngest son (Logan) is playing his church league soccer game tonight. Mondays and Tuesdays are always hectic each week. I don’t know who made up the Practice/Game schedule for the church league…but they need to be flogged. Here’s what we have to contend with…and keep in mind that there are two separate locations for practice…and yet a third location for both boys to play games.

Monday – Logan’s Practice from 6:00pm to 7:00pm ~then~ Justin’s Game from 7:00pm to 9:00pm

Tuesday – Justin’s Practice from 6:00pm to 7:00pm ~then~ Logan’s Game from 6:45pm to 8:45pm

As you can see, it takes a tag-team environment to get the boys where they need to be on an almost overlapping schedule on both nights. Again, practices are on two different fields in separate locations…and the games are played at a third location. *Sigh* … the joys of parenthood.

Well, that’s all for now. More later.

Monday, September 26, 2005

In an effort to curb the steadily increasing velocity of the “poverty avalanche” that seems to be pervading our financial livelihood, at the moment, I am attempting to procure part-time work in the evenings. In layman’s terms, “We’s broke and we needs sum muney. We ain’t got enuf vittles, ya’ll.”

With that said, the prospective places I’ve applied at have yet to contact me regarding the applications I’ve turned in…but that’s not to say they won’t. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. Things aren’t exactly just peachy in the old pocketbook and time is quickly running out before people start pulling the plugs on things until we can grease their palms with some greenbacks.

Ain’t life just grand? *sigh* At any rate, let’s move on to brighter things. If you’d like to check out a really odd and somewhat freaky site… direct your browser over to http://www.99rooms.com . It helps to have a broadband connection and you’ll need to have Flash installed on your system to view the rooms. It’s darkly intriguing to me…and seems to go along with my hum-drum mood at times. Apparently there is no equivalent to OSHA in Germany that might prevent local web-heads and artists from journeying through old, abandoned industrial sites and turning them into strangely disturbing art galleries. Enjoy.

Recent Intellectual Illuminations:

1) I’ve developed an odd addiction to Mountain Dew: Pitch Black II…don’t ask me why. Is my eye supposed to twitch like this? (kidding)

2) A SuperSoaker water gun will sufficiently motivate a household cat to leave the sanctuary of a cubby hole beneath the neighbor’s front porch. This was necessitated by the fact that the cat in question is:
a) female
b) in heat
c) an escapee from the confines of our house.
Needless to say, the cat was neither happy to be caught, nor thrilled about the rather moist methods I
used just prior to its capture.

3) Small, plastic, fishing-lure-like worm toys that my child loves to throw about…will adhere to painted walls and will leave small, dark, greasy stains when removed. Ask me how I know. They also stick nicely to blown ceilings.

4) Many restaurants openly advertise that they serve ONLY Pepsi products at the soda fountain, yet most offer Dr.Pepper. Dr.Pepper is, and has always been, owned and bottled by Coca-Cola. Is Dr.Pepper untouchable?

It’s time to rest and ponder on these matters. More later.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

I seem to find myself grasping for what to write, now. There are some events that have occurred, recently, which I don’t believe need to be aired to the public. So, in respect of the people’s feelings I have already unintentionally mutilated, I won’t discuss them in this blog. I can at least show some respect and common decency in this small way.

With that said, I will attempt to turn my attention on other matters. I wonder, sometimes, why it seems to be that there is a direct, perpetual and disproportionate imbalance between the amount of money I make and the bills that I have to pay? It always strikes me as bitter irony that no matter how much I bring home, I’m never the recipient of my paycheck. I’m merely the courier.

Now, I’ll relate a somewhat bittersweet experience I had. I rescued a butterfly yesterday. I’m sure, to some, I seem like the least likely person to extend a helping hand to one of nature’s daintiest creatures. However, as I was getting into my truck yesterday evening, I spied a butterfly struggling across the scorching pavement of the parking lot where I work. I started to shut the door of my truck and just worry about what I needed to do. But, for some reason, I just couldn’t turn a blind eye to this poor creature’s struggle.

I got out and went around to see what the problem was with the little fella. Certain species of butterflies have two wings on each side of their body, a forward wing and rear wing. This poor butterfly was missing one of its forward wings, entirely. It seemed dazed and desperate to escape the scorching surface of the parking lot… so I reached down and let it crawl onto my finger. Knowing that it couldn’t fly in its current condition, I realized that its hours were numbered. With no way to go from flower to flower, its already brief life had been unfairly shortened by this injury. I decided to be kind to this poor victim of fate, and let him (or her) ride with me on my errands. For storytelling purposes, let’s consider “it” a “him”.

It’s rare to see a live butterfly riding “shotgun” in a vehicle. It’s even rarer for a butterfly to travel anywhere at 65mph. For a short time, my little friend was Hemi-powered…cruising through the city in which I live in air-conditioned and shaded comfort. Slowly opening and closing its wings, my new co-pilot seemed content to be my guest as we went from one place to another. I never left him for very long, and was always pleased to find him waiting patiently for me when I returned to the vehicle.

My friend rode with me until I finally reached home, and clung to my finger as I introduced him to my wife. She was as taken with the beauty of its remaining wings as I was. As I set out the supper that I’d purchased for her and I, she examined my little friend. We agreed that there was little she or I could do aside from placing our winged guest on the nearest flowering bush and wishing it well. So, I placed him outside on a nearby bush, carefully. I said goodnight as its damaged wings slowly opened and closed, and went back inside. I don’t know the fate of my co-pilot now… but I hope, in some small way, that I helped ease its suffering. I dedicate this small and strange entry to my friend… the Hemi-Powered Butterfly. Rest well, my friend.

More later.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Note: This entry has subject matter that is psychologically deep and not necessarily linear in construction. It is not intended to indicate an analysis of any person or particular situation. It is merely a "venting" necessitated by an over-abundance of stress in my life. If you make any sense of this, you have my sincerest and most humble sympathy. Apparently you're as far gone as me.

There are times in my life when I wonder, truly, if I am my own worst enemy. It seems that I am the greatest single source of my own misery due to my blatant disregard for possible outcomes to decisions I make. I try to reason out the various outcomes that could result from a decision. Perhaps it’s a feeble attempt at not only self-preservation, but also the preservation of the ones around me that I consider very dear to my heart. Invariably, regardless of my thoughts on the outcome, I tend to let my emotions and my instinct guide my choices. It’s rather ironic that I inwardly chastise people who cast their fate to the wind and are reckless with their actions and lives, yet I seem to do that very thing each and every day with the choices I make.

Sometimes I’m lucky and walk away unscathed by potentially crippling ramifications. Other times, I’m figuratively driven into the ground on my chin by the things that come to pass as a direct result of my choices. Perhaps this is common to many people. Perhaps I only “feel” as if I’m an isolated case. Odds are that this is not something rare, but no matter. I live within this body and mind and I deal with the feelings and the actions and the reactions to what choices I make.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a common feeling or not. Realizing that others deal with this does not comfort me as I deal with it. It merely causes me to be saddened for others who apparently go through what I do, at times. Ultimately, I must come to grips with the results of my indiscretions and hasty decisions. Ultimately, I must rise to the challenge of what I have wrought with my own two hands and do my best to care for those caught up in the malestrom of my actions.

A dull and sickening ache seems to always pervade my being and gnaw at my soul. I don’t think there is any recourse I can ever enact that will drive this from me. Many of you, at this point, might very well be asking yourself, “Has this man gone utterly mad? Has he gone so deep within himself, trying to find some sort of reasoning for his own foolishness that he’s lost a grip on the reality of life? Has he failed to come to grips with the undeniable fact that no man is truly in control of his own destiny and circumstances?”

I’ve wondered about my sanity in the midst of the endless circling my life tends to make. Strange loops of complacency and monotony seem to pervade my existence, wearing deeper and deeper grooves in the surface of my consciousness. But, I think this comes about as a result of my own need for a constant “routine” and fear of change. When things change, then the comfort of familiar aspects in my life are torn away. I find myself unsure… uncertain… hesitant of what to do next.

I seem to keep finding myself boomeranging, if you will, back to the same crossroads I always come to. Which path to take? Which destiny will be mine? How will I cope with the negative ramifications of my decision, regardless of which path I take? I cannot see beyond the horizon of my destiny… merely the paths leading off into the distance and the choices left upon the post before me. At this point, I tend to step back and think… “Both decisions will hold negative effects. This is one of the certainties of life. Merely take one path and hope for the best”.

I also seem to have a knack for following in the gene-laden habits of my forefathers when it comes to emotional issues and behaviors. Be it good, bad, or simply quirky and unique… it seems to have an inherited pattern to it. This pattern has gotten me laughs, love, and a lot of expressions that seem to silently say “So, Jason, how long HAVE you been eating paint chips?” Regardless, I seem doomed to follow not only in the positive of my ancestors but also in the negative. This worries me when it comes to my two boys. So much negative has already been thrust upon them in their short years here on this Earth.

I’m certainly no shining example of perfect fatherhood and no model husband. But I do try to encourage them and steer them along the proper and responsible pathway through life, even tho there seems to be an inhereted “butting of the heads” when it comes to obedience in the face of what they’d rather do. As I’ve mentioned to my parents on occasion… I never knew the proverbial “Paying for your Raising” statement included accrued interest. ~lol~ Ah, laughter. That felt good.

Well, before I suck up all the bandwidth on the server with this single post, I’ll take a break and resurface to the land of the living. I have nicer things to worry about on the surface… like having more bills than money. More later.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Goooooodmorning boys and girls. It’s time for yet another daily life report from “yours truly”. My sister is headed back down to Louisiana to join my brother-in-law at their apartment. I’ve seen some pictures of the place that he’s emailed to the family. While there is a bit of damage to the structure, it’s not that severe.

Most of the actual damage was inflicted upon the surrounding pine trees. Some of these did damage to other homes in the area, but I’m glad that they’re not having to extract a tree from their bedroom. Their jobs are still secure and their landlord has asked for their assistance in getting things back in working order. The guy is really nice and helpful, I’m told, so I’m sure everything will be back to 100% as soon as possible. My folks are taking her down there today… so I should have some reports from them either tonight or tomorrow on the condition of things when they arrive.

There are plans to do some ATV riding with friends this weekend. That’s always fun, but it would be so much more fun to get my own. One step at a time, I suppose. As it stands right now, I’m looking for some part-time work to help supplement the existing budget. I need to make sure I don’t let my hunger for a new toy outweigh my common sense when it comes to financial obligations, I suppose. That wouldn’t be good.

But, at any rate, there will be some job-hunting going on this weekend, and (as I mentioned in the last post) a visit to the Arctic Cat dealership. If any of you are interested in taking a peek at the rigs I’m trying to decide between… here’s a link to each one…

2006 Yamaha Kodiak 400 4x4 Automatic – http://www.yamaha-motor.com/outdoor/products/modelhome/51/0/home.aspx

2005 Arctic Cat 400 4x4 Automatic VP – http://www.arcticcat.com/atvs/lineups/specs.asp?y=94&c=95&s=102&m=631

Both are pretty, both look tough, and both have good reviews. But, if I don’t get a loan app to be approved, I ain’t getting either one… *sigh*

((NOTICE)) – I have discovered why those of you who read my blog are having difficulty in posting comments to my entries if you’re not a “registered user” of Blogger. Apparently it has something to do with the option I inadvertently selected in the Comments Setup section that disabled readers’ ability to leave comments if they weren’t registered users. Now, I’m no rocket scientist here… but switching that option back on MIGHT just solve the problem. (rolls eyes) I’m sorry about that, folks. But, afterall, I am… a redneck.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

I know I’ve been neglecting my daily literary responsibilities on the blog, and I do apologize to all of my adoring (albeit invisible and mute) fans for my selfish indiscretion. I will attempt to remedy the aforementioned situation with a witty and somewhat truncated entry for today. I say truncated because I have approximately 7 minutes until I get to carry my redneck ass to the house for a beer. And that, boys and girls, is something that Mr. Jason could use right about now.

To make this short and sweet… I continue to be afflicted with ATV FEVER and in an attempt to quell this burning passion for my own mud-slinging, dirt tossing, water crossing, mechanized trail beast…. I’m going to visit the local Arctic Cat dealership this weekend. I have already heard the praises of Yamaha’s being sung to me by one friend. Now I hear the praises of the Arctic Cat being announced by not only my father-in-law, but also by my brother-in-law. Ultimately, I have researched both machines of interest. I have read user reviews concerning the performance, reliability, comfort and abilities of both…and I like both quads.

I think the determining factor(s) will end up being…

a) the credit approval amount

~and/or~

b) the package deal for the money.

Well… it’s now 4 minutes past when I’m supposed to leave. So, guess what. I’M OUTTA HERE!!! I’ll add more useless commentary tomorrow at some point.

Yall have fun now…bye.

Friday, September 09, 2005

I once again find myself at a Friday. The weekend is just ahead and many things are floating around inside this little screwed up head of mine. I will attempt to toss a few out onto this “virtual paper”, as it were, and hopefully unclutter myself.

My sister and brother-in-law are still doing fine. They’re applying for federal aid under the provisions set forth by the government for survivors of Katrina. Who knows what sort of damage might exist at their apartment back in Louisiana. They’ve only recently been able to contact their employers down there. New Orleans is still nothing but a stagnating, disease-ridden, filthy cess pool of decay and pollution at this point. It’s a horrible thing to see a city with such a lengthy history and culture reduced to nothing more than a sad shamble of its former self.

Patriot Day (9/11) is coming up on Sunday. Each generation, it seems, contends with its own set of national tragedies. I don’t know how many years I will live on this earth, but I’ve seen a few tragedies already that should never have come to pass. The shuttle Challenger explosion, The Branch Davidian Compound, The Oklahoma Bombing, Columbine, The unsuccessful World Trade Center Bombing attempt, (then much later, the actual horrific events of 9/11/2001) and now the devistation of Hurricane Katrina.

Well, on a positive note… I’m going to a huge barbeque with my inlaws on Sunday. Everything’s free, so at least there’ll be some good food this weekend. I’m also planning on washing my truck, which I enjoy doing. Here’s a pic of my 2004 Dodge Ram 1500 with the 5.7L Hemi engine. 345 horses… and they’re all snortin mad. ~grin~

"Ya'll have a great weekend!"

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

In an effort to break away from convention, I will begin this entry without the word "Well". It seems that at least 4 out of my last 5 entries began with "Well". While not grammatically incorrect, it does tend to place me in somewhat of a linquistic "rut", if you will.

At any rate, here's today's entry; As for the reference to item "M" from the previous post, things turned out just fine. In fact, they turned out amazingly well. I'll leave it at that. In other news, my youngest son will begin his soccer practice tonight at 6pm. I'm looking forward to watching both boys develop their skills and enjoy what they like doing.

While I'm not much of an "organized sports" fan, myself... my wife has always been into that sort of thing. It seems odd to me, in light of the majority of people in the world being fans of sports, that I never fell into the whole fanatical lot of them. I like MOTORSPORTS... If it has an engine and a driver, I'll watch it. It seems to be an amazing challenge, to me, to be strapped into a highly-sophisticated and powerful vehicle...with only your skills, your bravery and luck on your side...and make the machine perform to it's maximum potential against all sorts of odds. Everything else just involves a bunch of people playing with their balls. ~grin~

That's all for now.... as always, more later.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Well, I haven't had much to post since the last entry. So, henceforth, there hasn't been anything to read. Since I find myself up late tonight and feeling tired, but not sleepy, here's some items of thought.

Nascar update (for those of you who might give a rats ass about it...*lol*)
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September 4, 2005 – California Speedway: Kahne didn’t manage to score a top-10 position in qualifying, but he did secure a 6th place finish after a hard charge through the pack toward the latter part of the race. Pit times weren’t stellar and that, I believe, was a major contributing factor to his repeated struggle to regain positions after each stop. While mathematically disqualified from the “Chase To The Cup”, Richmond Speedway was his forte’ earlier in the season… perhaps he can pull out another win this coming weekend. I’ll be watching as always.
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Let's see... Oh, I got some iron-on transfer printer paper today ($5.00 per pack of 3 sheets...sheesh!!!) for creating custom t-shirts. So far, I've botched the first design... because I didn't iron one corner enough and it frizzed out while I was peeling the transfer backing off. Oh well, I figure you have to have an error on the first one to know what not to do. *lol*

I'll use that one for a "beat around the house" trial shirt. My 2nd attempt came out well, and I'm wearing it. I made a shirt for my youngest boy tonight and will be making shirts for both my wife and oldest boy tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day....so it doesn't really make sense that I'm up late.

Then again, I rarely make sense. Yes, I admit that....I'm male, and that gives me as much right to make no sense as being a woman gives them the right to change their minds 10,000 times for no reason.

Anyway... here's my To-Do-List for tomorrow, which is subject to change at any moment due to time constraints, child difficulties, traffic, weather, my mood, and the price of tea in China....

A) Breakfast for kiddos
B) Take kids to Walmart to pick up supplies to change the oil in my dear wife's Jeep.
C) Return and perform oil change while kids play
D) Gather washing supplies and have kids help me clean both vehicles while wife is at friend's house.
E) Make sure kids have lunch somewhere in the midst of soap-n-water storm.
F) Take out trash
G) Tidy up living room
H) Swap load or two of clothes out
I) Change catbox (must remember this..must remember this...)
J) Supervise the "Reluctantly Cooperative Efforts" of my children to tidy their rooms to a level at least somewhat akin to sanitary before their mother comes home and begins to announce to the world her discontent with the current condition of their living areas. That is something I could do without.
K) Help a friend out and wash their FORD... Yes, FORD...vehicle, and apply a window decal. Anyone who knows me, knows that this would normally not even be a possibility with me. However, citing the fact that I care deeply for this person and shall overlook the "blue oval" in my driveway in order to do this favor... I hope they will appreciate it.
L) Take a shower and get cleaned up for supper.
M) Try out an experiment and hope that it's not my undoing....
N) Attempt to rest adequately before the work-week begins.

And... I shall write more later.... possibly about the results of item "M"... but hopefully not. Having to list the results would probably not be a good thing. Suffice it to say, I hope there are no severe complications to this experiment. It could be quite irreversably humiliating and dibilitating. However...it could come off without a hitch. Hrmm...perhaps I shouldn't have worded it exactly that way. *sigh* I'm sure all will be fine....at least I keep telling myself that.

Again...more later.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Well, here it is the first day of September in the year of our Lord, two thousand and five. Gas prices have now risen as high as $3.08 per gallon of regular-unleaded now. I may have to park my 345bhp 5.7L Hemi powered Dodge Ram 1500....and begin riding a bicycle. This is sheer insanity.

I'm about to wrap up my work day and head home to a piece of chocolate cake. Then I'm going to take my oldest son to his football practice. Simple pleasures...but pleasures nonetheless. I wish I had some beer....dammit.

Day 7 - Smoke Free

Not much to report today. It's a rather uneventful Thursday. More later.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Well, things just seem to be getting worse for the whole delta-region of the United States. The flood waters from Hurricane Katrina have devistated New Orleans and the damage to other coastal regions in its path is just unspeakable. The latest I've heard is that the U.S. Government is planning to use some of our emergency oil supply to counter the sudden loss in the supply from the Gulf platforms. This, in combination with the Saudi Arabian contribution plan should help level out (and possibly reduce) the outrageous prices at the gas pumps.

I spent literally $60 to fill up my truck, yesterday evening. I placed the nozzle in the filler spout on my truck, and by the time it shut off and I hung it back on the pump, a worker at the station was changing the prices from $2.61/gal up to $2.71/gal for regular unleaded. I got in just under the jump in prices.

Labor Day is coming up soon...this Monday, actually. But I don't think it will be the grand holiday of cookouts and vacationing that it typically is. With the fuel prices being high, Katrina having destroyed so much, and people's moods being what they are.... I would assume things are going to be rather low-key. These are disheartening times that we live in. We're far from the worst this country has seen....but just as far from the best. Each generation must endure its own hardships and cope.

Personally, I want the Middle-East situation taken care of...our troops home...gas prices down...disaster relief provided for those affected by Katrina...my refund from my ISP to come in....my wife to get the job she's trying hard to get...and a nice raise at my own job would be nice.

I don't ask for much, do I? (grin)

I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but I've recently quit smoking. While I enjoyed smoking and it was somewhat pleasureable, I know that I was playing with my life. I was affecting those around me not only with the very real threat to my own health and well-being... but by subjecting them to the deadly hazards of passive second-hand smoke. I hope that my poor choices haven't adversely affected them in some way. The good news, however, is that I am now 6 days...smoke-free!!

I won't lie and say it's been an easy thing, mentally, to overcome.... but the kit I used to overcome the physical addiction to nicotine has worked like a charm. I want to thank someone very special and dear to my heart for their generous and loving gesture toward the well-being of not only myself, but that of my family as well. You know who you are...and I am in your debt for your kindness. Thank you so much.

Well...that's enough for now. I'll update you on any changes tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Today has been fairly uneventful. I dropped off a payment for overnight delivery and I have a haircut appointment at 4:00pm today. Exhilirating stuff, lemme tell ya.

My sister & brother-in-law are up visiting from Louisiana in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, which ravaged most of the state and has left many without homes. They were lucky in that their apartment hasn't been hit very hard. Most of the problems in their particular area are confined to communications and utilities being unavailable right now. Of course, debris cleanup and traffic conditions aren't condusive to them being there either. So, it looks like they'll be hanging around for awhile until things can get cleaned up.

I submitted a loan application today with my bank to see what sort of interest rate I qualify for. As I mentioned before, I've got that ATV-Fever and I want to see exactly how feasible this whole dream of mine actually is. Having stopped smoking, I now have at least a portion of "disposable income" which had (until recently) been tied up in buying packs of cigarettes. This should be more than adequate to cover a monthly 4-wheeler payment.

Depending on what rate I get, I may or may not go ahead with the purchase. Of course, this will all be contingent upon the "proper and adequate consultation of my dearly beloved significant-other" before any actual transactions can or will take place. In layman's terms... "If momma ain't happy...ain't NOOOObody happy"

So, here's hoping that a Yamaha Kodiak 400 is in my near future. It would help out with deer-hunting...and would provide at least a portion of "escape" for me and the wife when stress seems to eat a hole through us. Just riding and appreciating the beauty of nature is something I find great comfort and inspiration in. I suppose I'm what you might call a "naturalist romantic". There's just something that touches my soul about the simple beauty of nature.

Ok, I'll end the Marlin Perkins episode and finish up today's entry. I hope my DirecWay refund comes in soon... I sure could use the cash. Ah well... wish in one hand....

Monday, August 29, 2005

Well, this weekend went pretty well. My Nascar driver didn't win at Bristol, but then again... just to survive at Bristol is cause for celebration.

I spent most of Saturday and Sunday with my wife and our friends, riding around the woods and backtrails behind my property. I hadn't been out there in years!!! Things sure can change over time. The trails were wide and clear, the main road had been graded and graveled, and we were lucky enough to see a few deer while motoring around. We got rained on a bit... ran through a few mud puddles...laughed and joked around...and nearly got sprayed by a crop-duster. Yea... a crop-duster. It's Arkansas...what do you expect?

Our friends brought their Honda 350 Ranchers over and we drove em all over the countryside. I've never been lucky enough to get a 4-wheeler for myself. I've always loved riding around on em... but other things were more important. You know... silly thing like gas, groceries, utilities, vehicle payments, insurance... and two kids. But, this weekend has really put an itch on me to get an ATV. It may just be poison ivy.... nah, it's ATV Fever.

I'm thinking about getting a Yamaha Kodiak 400 for my ATV. It's a fairly large frame (and I'm a pretty big guy), plus it's just about the right "weight-to-power" ratio to keep from getting bogged down everywhere. Any more and the weight of the machine would just sink it. Hell, I weigh around 250, myself. If I can get my budget worked out between now and the end of September, we might have a shot at one. Who knows.

Well, that's all for now. More to come as time permits...

Friday, August 26, 2005

Ok, I'm gonna express my views on the subject of the Confederate Battle Flag and what it's like to be a direct decendant of not one, but two Confederate soldiers who fought for their homes and came home alive, against all odds. I'm proud of them, and I know they did what they felt was necessary to protect all they had built and cherished. That's why I fly the flag.

Now......Here comes the lengthy part. Those of you who bore easily of historical recollection may want to forego this part of the entry and simply move on to later blog posts (where I don't get as preachy). As for the whole slavery issue and whatnot... let's take a look back before the war between the states began, shall we?

Envision a tall and youthful gentleman, addressing a rather large and prominent group of law makers. This gentleman would later be revered by many as the Great Emancipator. The man's name? Abraham Lincoln. The subject? Seccession. Let's read the heart-felt and powerful words of this young gentleman who someday hoped to be elected President.

"Any people anywhere, being inclined and having the power, have the right to rise up, and shake off the existing government, and form a new one that suits them better. This is a most valuable – a most sacred right – a right, which we hope and believe, is to liberate the world." - Abraham Lincoln, 1848

The following educational and factual exerpt was taken from http://www.daily-web.info/forums where an Administrator by the username of FASherman gave this summation of what led to southern secession and why it was perfectly Constitutional;

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"...In 1828, Congress imposed a series of high and unfair tariffs on the South. Because the South's economy depended mostly on farming and trade, these tariffs were very unfair. The tax caused more money to leave the South than to be brought in because their imports cost more than their exports. When this tariff, known as the Tariff of Abominations, was put into effect, the South spent a total of $331 million on their imports while the North paid only $31 million. This great difference existed because the South did more trade with Europeans than the North. Since the tariffs could not be abolished, Southern states passed Nullification Laws, and threatened secession to protect their economy.

1. We don't exist in an environment of "majority rule" but rather we live under the rule of law. The ultimate law is the Constitution. Three states (Virginia, North Carolina and Rhode Island) ratified the Constitution with the provision that they could later secede if they chose; the other ten states accepted this condition as valid for not only those three, but all states.

2. The two primary authors of the Constitution, Hamilton and Madision, in the Federalist, hoped secession would never happen, but they never denied that it was a right and a practical possibility. They envisioned the people taking arms against the federal government if it exceeded its delegated powers or invaded their rights, and they admitted that this would be justified. Secession, including the resort to arms, was the final remedy against tyranny. This belief lead to of the Second Amendment.

3. Long before he ran for president, Lincoln himself had twice affirmed the right of secession and even armed revolution. His scruples changed when he came to power. Only a few weeks after taking office, he wrote an order for the arrest of Chief Justice Roger Taney, who had attacked his unconstitutional suspension of habeas corpus. His most recent biographer has said that during Lincoln’s administration there were “greater infringements on individual liberties than in any other period in American history.”

4. In the first half of the 19th century, every cadet at West Point was taught constitutional law by the Pennsylvania abolitionist William Rawle, whose book on the Constitution argued that there was indeed a constitutional right to secession. Thus it should come as no surprise that Southern West Point officers had no doubt about the right of their states to secede, returning to their states to defend the new CSA.

5. Most Americans – North and South – believed in a state's right to secede, as judged by the 1,000 Northern newspaper articles surveyed by historian Howard Cecil Perkins in his book, "Northern Editorials on Secession."

6. Mr. William Rawle, a distinguished lawyer and jurist of Pennsylvania, in his work on the Constitution, says, "It depends on the State itself to retain or abolish the principle of representation, because it depends on itself whether it will continue a member of the Union. To deny this right would be inconsistent with the principles on which all our political systems are founded, which is that the people have in all cases a right to determine how they will be governed."

7. And finally, we come to SCOTUS. In the case of the Bank of Augusta against Earle, 13 Peters, 590-592, it was decided by the Supreme Court of the United States in 1939, "They are sovereign States.... We think it well settled (says the Court) that by the law of comity among nations a corporation created by one sovereign is permitted to make contracts in another, and to sue in its courts, and that the same law of comity prevails among the several sovereignties of this Union." If a state is a sovereignty within a Union, then it does not loose its right to withdraw from that Union.
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So you see... the south had every right to secede from a governmental system that they felt misrepresented them. This misrepresentation was painfully evident in the unbalanced tariff rates listed above.

Now lets see what the Great Emancipator, Abraham Lincoln, thought of slavery and the black man. This is documented historical FACT.

In 1858 Lincoln had written: "I am not, nor ever have been, in favor of bringing about in any way the social and political equality of the white and black races. I am not, nor ever have been, in favor of making voters or jurors of Negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people. There is a physical difference between the white and black races, which I believe will forever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality."

In his 1860 inaugural address, he said: "I have no purpose, directly or indirectly, to interfere with the institution of slavery in the states where it exists. I believe I have no lawful right to do so, and I have no inclination to do so."

Two years later, President Lincoln wrote: "My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. What I do about slavery, and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union" - (Letter to Horace Greeley, August 22, 1862)

Wow... now there's a real saint. While slavery was a problem within the southern states, and was/is morally wrong, it was also a problem up north as well. However, the usage of slaves was very limited by southerners. Shocked? Here's why.

Slaves were expensive. A slave was not only expensive to attain, but also to transport. A slave was expensive to purchase at market. Then you had to ensure their health so that they could work for you. A slave could marry and have children, and then there were more slaves to support. Slaveholders had to be financially secure with an abundance of workable land by which to maintain that wealth and support the workers. 9/10ths of the entirety of the southern states' slave-based labor plantations were in the hands of a very small few. Most white citizens of the southern states were far too poor to afford a slave, much less the upkeep of one. Let me give you an idea...

The following was taken from Corpus Christi Online: ( http://www.caller2.com/mgivens/single18.html )
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Prime field hands sold on the New Orleans market for up to $2,000. Women and children, depending on their training, could cost as much as $1,000.

Put those prices in context: In pre-Civil War Corpus Christi, you could buy a good horse for $10, ranchland sold from 50 cents to $2 an acre, and town lots sold for $100.
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One slave was like buying a luxury car by today's standards. Could you afford even one Mercedes Benz? How about 5? Consider that.

Historical Fact: Not a single battle for secession was ever fought on Northern soil. The South never invaded...it merely defended. We lost an invasion, based upon illegal actions taken by a greedy government, and then President... and enforced by the convenient application of popular morality. So I fly my flag in memory of my ancestors who stood amongst their Southern bretheren. Stood amongst them to defend their homes...their families...their livelyhood...and their future...against the slow strangling of the southern economy. My ancestors never owned a slave in their life. And any southerner of the time still loved Old Glory and didn't want to fight against her. It's well documented.

May that tattered old battle flag fly proudly right along side Old Glory. Because those who know history, love both flags... One flew for might...one flew for Right. Sometimes "right" isn't understood until much much later.

God bless their souls...north and south. May their souls find rest.
Well, here's my initial posting. I reckon I'll de-virginize this sucker and get the ball rolling. I'd like to welcome anyone who might be visiting my blog for the first time and offer a small warning. The views and comments listed in my blog are merely my own opinions and thoughts on matters that concern me or might affect me, directly. They are in no way "the written law" on how something should be perceived or dealt with. If you are easily offended, politically correct, racially sensitive, stereotypical, or may be offended by sexual subjects... I urge you to move on and find something that caters more toward your own line of thinking. I pull no punches, nor do I apologize for having my own views and/or opinions. Expressing one's self is a fundamental right and a defining factor that creates individualism and character. I exercise this daily and sometimes to the irritation of others.

My next post will involve my views on a hot topic of recent dispute and continual persecution. The Confederate Battle Flag. Whether your support displaying it or you object to it, you really owe it to yourself to know ALL of the facts about the flag and what it truly stands for. You may be suprised to know that it's not a symbol of racial hatred. It's a symbol of Christian faith and a banner flown by the people who were merely trying to survive and not be beaten down by unfair tariffs imposed by the North.

Oooo... I can already feel the frowns.