Lyndon Johnson, Just Another Schmuck Lookin’ Out for His Nuts

Yes. A Repost. If you do nothing else, please scroll down and listen to the clip. It is hysterical (and real) Even better.

Cheers Y’all and Happy Saturday    Oops! Sunday (is it?)  

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Lyndon Baines Johnson

Texan, Father, School Teacher, Rancher, & Much Maligned 36th President of The United States of America.

I love LBJ, or as Brother Dave Gardner (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4E_Nrm0j8k) once called him: ‘Daddy Bird’. Johnson was a divisive entity during his one and a half terms as president—primarily due of course to the Vietnam War—which he inherited. Yes, I realize I am gonna get some push back. Favorably mention ‘LBJ’ even today and you best stand by for some unhappy and contentious words.

Young Daddy Bird

Young Daddy Bird

The problem I have, in general, when talking to folks about Johnson is that most are ignorant of the man, his history, his upbringing; his good works: Rural electrification for Texas. Medicare, Civil Rights, The Great Society (never really came to fruition, due to Vietnam) and so on.

Once he became ‘The Accidental President’ he took JFK’s dreams and made them reality. Johnson could do that. Why? Because he was the consummate politician—far more effective than Jack Kennedy.

JFK’s dreams were hollow pipes. Johnson made them happen. This is historical fact: For those of you who would care to search it out. For those who don’t really care to do that: Just-Trust-Me on this one, ‘cause I am a Texan, and Texans don’t lie (overmuch).

I have read all of Robert Caro’s books (http://www.robertcaro.com/) on LBJ and I have done my own research, and I have my own memories.

During the Sixty-Four election, my Mom, the original Hippy Chick informed me she was voting for Goldwater.

https://texantales.com/2014/01/29/the-time-has-come-the-walrus-said-to-talk-of-many-things-of-murdered-birds-green-turtles-and-hippies-sellin-rings/

“Goldwater! Mom! Are you serious?”

“Yes Son. He is right for America.”
“‘Right?!’ Right don’t even come close: just to the right of Attila the Hun.” (Even at that tender age of seven, I was politically astute. Honestly.)

Our country does not produce colorful leaders like LBJ anymore. 

Much of the blame must be placed on the information revolution and the manifestation of the instant sound bite. I am not bemoaning the Information Age. I would not be able to throw my thoughts so carelessly about to the entire world if it were not for this Internet Thing we all embrace.

All I am saying is one must ponder how many potential great leaders are out there, but refuse to step up to the plate simply because they do not wish to have every word they have ever uttered tweeted or twerked or posted or face-booked for all to see. Some things should still be classified as TMI. That is just good manners.

What if JFK had had the internet to deal with? We would all have known of his affair with MM. WWBS? What would Bill ‘Oh Really’ Say? We would have been ass-deep in the Cuban Missile Crisis, but Fox and CNN and even MSNBC would have burned more video on JFK’s infidelity. Castro would have loved it. Just sayin’…

My Step-sister worked for Oliver Stone on the film JFK. She was one of the on-set-dressers. We got into a heated argument over the whole conspiracy thing. She was convinced that LBJ was behind it all. I know quite a lot about LBJ as I have mentioned. I have done my research and I love Texas history.

Anyway I asked her upon what she based her unwavering belief.

She said, “That photograph of Johnson taking the oath of office on Air Force One in Dallas.”

Smug Ladybird?

Smug? Ladybird? (Just behind his right hand, in case y’all don’t recognize her) Of course, that is Jackie on the other side.

“You’re shitting me,” I said.

“Look at that photo and see how smug Ladybird looks in it. You just know then and there, she knew the whole thing.”

“I think I need a drink,” was all I could muster by way of response.

(Oh! And my step-mother worked for Jack Ruby: I know some shit about it)

Just sayin’…

I am not writing here as an apologist for LBJ. My focus is on the wonderful Texan caricature character he was. His humor, his down-to-earth’ed-ness, his vibrant lust for life, his convictions, and his larger-than-worldly-life persona: His ‘Texan-ness’.

Therein lies the rub for me. Johnson could be a buffoon. He could be portrayed as an idiot. He could be rude, crude, and socially unacceptable. He would be chastised and eventually ostracized.

But he got shit done!

He was a great, moral, honorable man.

No one will ever convince me otherwise (but you are certainly welcome to try)

Watch and listen to the Video Clip. It proves my point (and it is hysterical). These tapes were released a few years back. I have them all.

https://lbjtapes.org/

https://lbjtapes.org/browse-conversations

Priceless they are (His Family Jewels)

Comments would be appreciated here, no matter which direction you lean.

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I just throw this in, ’cause it is my blog and I like it.

Peace!

Molly on H. Ross Perot: A Repost

Watch the vid.

Please

Nuff said

We love You Molly!

You Texan Bitch!

“There’ a lot to like there”

There’s a lot to NOT LIKE Here: (And I mean Falwell–Love Hitch)

Related: Kinky Friedman

MY MAN!

MY MAN!

P.S. WordPress is STUPID!

Quoth The Raven, “Nevermore”–And Thank You Edgar.

Virgil Cane is My Name

And Yes. I LOVE YOU Joan Baez

You Commie Bitch!

J/K Joan!

The Night They Drove Ole Dixie Down.

And Who Would’ve EVER Thought Joan Baez to be a Southern Sympathizer?

Lance Knew

That’s Who Knew.

True Southerners Will

NEVER

EVER

Forget.

The Greatest Texan 

Sam Houston (Actually, He Was From Tennessee, But Who Gave A Shit or a Flyin’ Fuck Back Then, When? He Saved Texas!)

Yes, The Meow Below is, IS Misplaced. Fuck it. I SHALL NOT Edit this Post. (For Continuity)

Honesty And Sincerity is All I Ever Search For

Daily Lenny: Uncle Earl (of Louisiana)

Who was a Tennessean (Virginian by birth) through no fault of his own

“The secession leaders tell us if war comes that the superior courage of our people with their experience of the use of firearms will enable us to triumph in battle over ten times our number of Northern forces. Never was a more false or absurd statement ever made by designing demagogues. I declare that Civil War is inevitable and near at hand.

Raven

The Raven

When it comes the descendants of the heroes of Lexington and Bunker Hill will be found equal in patriotism, courage, and heroic endurance with the descendents of Cowpens and Yorktown … When the tug of war comes, it will be Greek meeting Greek. Then, oh my fellow countrymen, the fearful conflict will fill our fair land with untold suffering, misfortune, and disaster.”
— Sam Houston with some prescient words on the eve of the Civil War in February, 1861

https://www.facebook.com/TracesofTexas?fref=nf

Just More Addled ‘Added Value’:

Barbara Jordan: A Courageous, Eloquent, Brillant Texas Woman. She Makes Me So Very Proud of My Texan Heritage.

“Adios MO FO!”

Have A Pleasant Flight Into The Annals Of Sad History!

Credit: CBS News

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Bonus Content Just For Fun:

The Movement and the “Madman”

Search It Out If You’re Intrigued:

PBS Will Not Even Allow Me To Up-Load The Trailer

TEXAS WOMEN Are The Only Women I’ll Ever Truly Give A Shit About (And I Have Been With Women From Every Corner of This Globe)

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“That’s right; you’re not from Texas.”

You have my sympathy.

P.S. I am in lust with the female fiddle player

Once while on a Road-Trip from San Dog To Vegas, My Erstwhile Southern Cali Girl -Friend Asked of Me:

“How Come You’re Always Goin’ On About The Lone Star State?”

I Said,

“Baby, If I Must explain it to you…

Never mind.

Just go into that cooler in the back seat and reach me a Lone Star.”

(Difficult Beer to Find in Southern California, But I Had ‘Texas Texan Connections’)

Street Cred: Lyle Lovett and His Large Band

“Oh the road it looked so lovely
As she stood there on the side
And she grew smaller in my mirror
As I watched her wave goodbye”

Read This Below To Catch My Fukkin’ Drift

Yeah, I’ve Been To Memphis

I Finally Managed to Escape

“I’ve Been To Memphis”

This Georgia Filly Was in Way Over Her Head With Texan Lyle

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Asshole From El Paso

Richard Samet “Kinky” Friedman (born November 1, 1944)[1] is an American singer, songwriter, novelist, humorist, politician, and former columnist for Texas Monthly who styles himself in the mold of popular American satiristsWill Rogers and Mark Twain.[2]

TEXAS WOMEN

You Know You Are Dating A Texan Woman When….

(Credit: Dating Beyond Borders) https://www.youtube.com/user/datingbeyondborders

All the beautiful women still left in California who haven’t yet moved to Texas are just busily packing their bags.

(Give them some time—they are on their way)

But they gonna have a lot of competition:

We have indigenous beautiful women here.

You Cali-Girls don’t stand a chance.

Because God Blessed Texas Women, Not You.

Not You.

Git over it!

And stay away from my Republic of Texas.

We neither want nor need you.

Try Portland.

Or Seattle.

I hear they are hard-up for pretty women–fresh out.

Fun Fact: when I was with Rhonda, My Second, we lived in a trailer park called “Southfork Trailer Park” And we were less than a mile from the actual bona-fide Southfork Ranch

Southfork Trailer Park:

https://www.mhvillage.com/parks/25149

Little Texas – God Blessed Texas

Vid Share Cred: martinuk777

Yet One More Wonderful Texan Woman: Jackie Venson. Austin Born and Raised

“Lose your imagination, lose your mind.”
Too true.

Jackie Venson – Lost in Time (Live)

And of course, Tanya (Seminole, Texas)

Tanya grew infamous for her propensity to get drunk and dance on tables.

Not really ‘Lady-Like.’

This is why I LOVE Her!

Un-filtered, unashamed, unabashed pure Texan Gal!

And yes, there are SO MANY MORE.

But I am running out of virtual ink in my virtual pen

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A Little added value:

Video credit: patgree

Jon Wolfe – That Girl In Texas

Credit: Jon Wolfe

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DO NOT Mess with Texan Women!

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More related stupid shit from my feeble mind:

Just Some More Reasons I Love Living in the South–Well, Specifically, TEXAS

Charlie Daniels & The CDB!

You can generally count on having most public places all to yourself on Sunday Mornings:

Public places like Parks, Gyms, Grocery Stores, Home Despot, Wal*Mart, Waffle Mouse, Beer Stores.  Just a few of my favorite Sunday Morning Venues.

Of course with the beer stores, you pretty much have to get there right at the Crack of Noon, as most Southern States won’t allow them to open until then (or sell their most important inventory at any rate). But if you hang out in the parking lot just before, you can always beat the crowd.

Just be sure to park real close to the door. Oh and be damn sure to wear those Nike’s.

Where my thesis falls apart is with the Golf Course, which is an entirely Different Church, which will always be holding Early Mass.

(What’s Wrong With Those People?)

And Y’all might wanna check out Kris An’ Rita

And while on the subject: Me and Paul