Falstaff Forum

Well, tis the 25th day of January, and the State of the Union Speech is behind us once again. Once again, I sat there, mouth agape, watching the theartrics and listening to the rhetoric. I don't know why the American public should have to put up with all that superfical applause and back patting. Why can't it be an honest event? The highlight of the whole display was the recognizing the comman-man heros in the gallery. Anyway, looks like we are going to try the "Bigger Truck" theory as a solution to the 21st century Quagmire. I am so glad that there is no draft and my sons will not be called upon to put their lives at risk for what I see as a hopless situation. I am so thankful that we have an all-voulanteer military. I had strongly encouraged my older son to enlist years ago and now I'm so glad he chose not to. I, being of sound mind however, encouraged him to either enlist in the Air Force or the Coast Guard as my mother had pulled strings to get me into the National Guard during Viet Nam. I guess that my take on war is this. If I don't belive in the cause enough to go and do it myself, then I sure as hell wouldn't ask someone else to do the job. But, old men send young men off to war. That's just the way it is. If you have every watched the clubbing of the young male seal pups up north, I think in Canada, for their fur, then you can understand why a surplus of young males are genetically disposable. Old men are too smart to go off to war. Remember the Creedence Clearwater song "Favorite Son"? Wonder what Lush and Lushious, the Bush twins, are doing these days?? I bet they are not ass-deep in desert sand executing daddy's cause. At least the Brits have some pride and the Royals, all but the direct heirs, serve in the military. If we are going to send people off to war, it ought to be everyone's responsibility, like the Isrealites. They all have to serve, as it should be here. Maybe then, we would take war a little more seriously. BEER NUMBER 3. Remember The Alamo! My Ass!!! I watched not too long ago, on PBS, a two-part series on the little known or thought about war between the US and Mexico. Hell, the Spaniards stole Texas First! And now, here we sit, begrudging the poor-ass Mexicans the opportunity to come here and gut chickens in our slaughterhouses, lay sod in our yards, and bus tables in our restaurants! We can never seal the southern border and here is why. Remember the Berlin Wall? The dirty commie bastards put it up to keep people from tasting the good life of capitalism. Yet, people risked their lives to dig under and crash over the wall anyway they could for a better life. To have a sealed border with Mexico would not only require erecting the wall, (which we are doing) but also having machine gun towers set at every 100 meters with Shoot To Kill Orders. But, remember us, we're the good guys who wear white hats. We could never do what the dirty commies did, could we? Before anyone bitches about the Mexicans, I think they ought to imagine themselves wearing their Steel-Belted Radial Sandals for a moment. I often think about my white spoiled European/American ass and wonder if I would have the courage to do what they do. Would I have the courage to leave my family, ride on top of the death train for countless miles, pay some coyote all my money then set out across the desert with 2 milk cartons of water in search of the American Dream. The American dream of working at Swift and Company on the killing floor, cutting animals throats and wading in blood and guts all day to go home to my one-bedroom tenacy shared with 6-8 of my closet companions. Probably not. I inherited the good life. I didn't earn it. By the way, the first Marine killed in Iraq was from Central America and not even an American citizen. I don't deny that illegal immigration is a problem, especially in our schools and heatlh care system. It is. But, I don't feel like I would be capable of manning the machine gun to shoot illegals as they tried to cross, consequently, I would ask no other to do the job. I have known, employed, and worked side-by-side with first-generation immigrants and I have a great respect for them. I can remember as far back as when I was a little boy, probably 6 or 7 having a bus load of Mexicans come to our farm in Arkansas and chop cotten. I have chopped and picked cotten and I decided that the farm is a good place to be from. Last summer the wife and I were driving down the coast highway coming into Monterrey. Ca. and as I saw the fields of strawberries with laborers on their hand and knees picking them it really made me appreciate being able to buy fresh strawberries in the supermarket. Someone provides that for us. Well, enough for now with my left-of-left, bleeding-heart politics for now. I'm going to try to post pictures of my daughter's dog as she is jealous over the pictures posted of Tyson, my grandpuppy. Older Whiskey...