Just some silly-ness from my immature Blogging Past. (I do hope I have ‘matured’ somewhat since April, but I doubt it)
Don’t try to judge me; take some grains of salt.
Just kids havin’ fun.
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Now, for all y’all Texans out there in Radio Land, this Man needs no introduction:
The Once and Future Guv of Texas:
Kinky Friedman and his Texas Jewboys Band:
He’s just an asshole, but dammit! He’s our Asshole an’ we love him.
Fer the res’ of all y’all who were unlucky enuff to not be born’d in This-Great-Land, Way’ll, Please watch an’ enjoy.
An’ lemme say this by way of dis’claimering: Kinky ain’t no race-ist (Hell! He drives a pickup truck, not a Ferrari) agin’ Meskins. He is all over tongue-n-cheek an’ pokes fun at all o’ y’all Texicans. Most even at me.
Kinky Fer President in ‘16!
Feel Me?
I love all y’all (even all y’all Yankees)
Peace Out,
Y’all’s Lance-ikin
“Aren’t you scared the Lord will hit you with a light-en-ing bolt?”
“I figger if he did, He’d know what He was doin’. I’d just ride it wherever it took me.”
–Dave Gardner
(“Me no Alamo”)
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“According to Texas legend, in 1836, when Sam Houston, master of the strategic retreat,
The Raven
and the Texan Army finally allowed Santa Anna and the Mexicans to catch up with them, the Texans waded into the sleeping Mexicans at San Jacinto, yelling, “Remember the Alamo! Remember Goliad!” while filleting Mexicans left and right with their bayonets. The panicked Mexicans tried to scramble away, screaming, “Me no Alamo, me no Goliad!” It has come to mean, “Hey, don’t blame me. I didn’t do it.”
“All the stuff I report in this book happened. I didn’t make up any of it.”
“Me no Alamo.”
–Molly Ivins
From her wonderful book: “Molly Ivins Can’t Say That, Can She?”
Molly
Thanks for the laugh even if this ex-English teacher has an insane desire to use a red pen on your post! Insert evil laugh here 😉
I now have a few more books added to my never-ending “must read” list. Hope you’re having a lovely Sunday Lance!
Hey Shelley,
Texas truly does claim some characters: LBJ, Molly, Kinky, Ma Ferguson, James Hogg, a former governor who named his daughter ‘Ima,’ and on and on and on.
Thanks for your visit and wonderful comments.
Cheers!
A great post full of hoots, Lance. Texas is surely full of some of the most colorful characters ever to two step across our United States, but I can’t imagine a batch of bigger-hearted folks with a kick up your heals kind of sense of humor that could do your homeland more proud. (And of course, who could continue to give you plenty to post about.) Thanks for the laughs.
Cheers!
Laughing out loud!
I’ll see if I can get you one straight-away.
😉
This is awesome! And I’d totally wear a ‘kinky for president’ shirt.
Maybe just to bed, but still..
I wanna be his campaign manager.
🙂
One day … son seul rêve de bonheur that would be
Kinky for president….I can just see the shirts now. 😉
Directions to get from NYC to Texas:
“Go west until you smell shit: That’s Oklahoma. Then go south until you step in it: That’s Texas.”
😉
Was near there once. Arizona. Loved it!
Texas!
Fun!
Me too! Me too!
Thanks for the re-visit.
Cheers and Hook ’em Horns!
I miss Molly Ivins :-\