The Raven

The Greatest Texan 

Sam Houston

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

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I am so Enamored In Love With Connie B! Uhhhh Did I Double-Post This Garbage Already? Fuck it Y’all! I Am Sorry–So Not Sorry. But I Am Slightly Over-Proud of This Goddamn Post!

“Nashville, The Unrequited Life I Cannot Help it! I Am In Fucking in Love With IN Love With Connie B! I AM IN LOVE WITH CONNIE Her! FUK EVERYONE ELSE!

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Connie! Marry Me! Or Just Fuck Me

Just Once.

I Wkill Die Happen Then

Connie Britton:

If this is not the sexiest video, I will eat my varnished boots.

(Yes, I am a ‘fan’ of Connie Britton as well)

The singer in this vid, (Clare Bowen) in case Y’all don’t know, is Aussie.

Just some Wiki there atcha.

Hope you enjoy.

And of course… Y’all have to read my comments.

This is rather a ‘disambiguous’  post. 

Y’all

Oh Fuk All Y’all! I’m Sorry–Not Sorry. Not Truly Sorry! Go Fuck Yerself!! Get Wrecked!

But I Am Rather Proud of This Goddamn Post!

I Spent too much Time in ‘Fuk-Lose Ya, Fail’d to-Love Ya Fallujah Eye-Rack!

I am in Love With Le Both:

Connie & Clare. So There!

Torn!

Forlorn!

Clare!

Marry Me!

Make Me An Honest Man!

Why do I Keep Drinkin???

If I didn’t Know Any Better Clare I’d Cut off any part of my anatomy for just one night with you

I Rack!! Nashville,

The Unrequited Life

I Cannot Help it! I Am In Fucking in Love With

Fuk-Lose-Ya, Iraq…

I in Love With Connie! & Clare! Seriously In Terminal Love With

Both!

If this is not the sexiest video, I will eat my varnished boots.

Please NEVER Varnish Cowboy Boots. Horrible Idea! NO! THIS IS Shameful! These Boots Ain’t Made For Walkin ’ I Should Not Re-Post This. But I Do It Anyway. Fuck-the-World!

(Yes, I am a ‘fan’ of Connie Britton as well)

The singer in this vid, (Clare Bowen) in case Y’all don’t know, is Aussie.

Just some Wiki there atcha.

Hope you enjoy

 

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And of course… Y’all have to read my comments. This is rather a ‘disambiguous’  post.

Y’all

I’m Sorry–Not Sorry. But I Am Proud of This Go’damn Post! “Nashville, The Unrequited Life I Cannot Help it! I Am In Fucking in Love With IN Love With Connie B! I AM IN LOVE WITH CONNIE B!

.

Connie! Marry Me! Or Just Fuck Me

Just Once.

I Wkill Die Happen Then

Connie Britton:

If this is not the sexiest video, I will eat my varnished boots.

(Yes, I am a ‘fan’ of Connie Britton as well)

The singer in this vid, (Clare Bowen) in case Y’all don’t know, is Aussie.

Just some Wiki there atcha.

Hope you enjoy.

And of course… Y’all have to read my comments. This is rather a ‘disambiguous’  post.

Y’all

Had To Had To Had To! Just Had To. I Need To ‘Finish’ This. Re-Write This. Everything About This Post is Pissing Me Off. It Is Poorly Written. It Don’t Pass Muster. Profanity Caution.

Probably Why I Have NOT Continued it of Late:

A Tale of Two Grandmothers

(WIP RIP)

I need to start fresh over with this one.

From scratch.

Pauline A. Marcom:

Ed note: Someone made her gravestone before she was even dead.

Who does that?

Who the fuck does that?

As a fucking job??

How fucked up is that?

I will never have a gravestone.

When I die, I will just be worm’s meat.

And this is how I want it.

This is how it will be.

How it should be.

I don’t want no idiot standing over my grave pontificating, telling lies about ‘What a great man he was.’ Blah! Blah! Blah!

Bullshit! He was an asshole, just like all the other assholes of the world.

Simple. He lived. He lied. He died.

Wipe your ass and your eyes and walk the fuck away.

Do not mistake me. I have long lost dead friends. I think of them often. I remember them. I cherish my memories of them. My most cherished memories are of Peanut and a few others. Do I visit their graves? Do I bring teddy bears, beers or flowers? Fuck no!

I hold them in my memory.

Fuck that grave-side shit!

That, to me is just theatre.

Self Pity.

Fuck that.

Fuck all that.

“Don’t sugar-coat it Lance; tell us how you really feel.”

“Go fuck yourself and leave me alone! How’s that?”

“I think we got the message.”

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I had two grandmothers.

Most of us do/did

One was pure Saint.

One was pure Satan

I loved them both

Let us begin with the ‘Saintly One’

She was my Daddy’s mother.

Her name was ‘Pauline’ (Born in Levelland, Texas—NATIVE TEXAN—this is important—to me–Obviously)

She was beautiful.

And pondering back on her over the years, best contemporary help I can provide:

She was exactly like Emmylou Harris,

But prettier

And believe it or don’t,

Classier. 

If that is even possible.

Yep.

‘Tis.

She had so much class.

Fun trivial fact:

Pauline (Grandmother… duh… who I am writing of…)

Once confided to me during a road trip:

“I had a streak of gray hair running in my hair, ever’ since I was fourteen. (Emmylou did too, btw) Did not prevent your grandfather from marrying me… go figure.”

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My Paternal Granddaddy

He scared me

Into insanity

 

Emmylou!

        

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The other one…

The ‘Maternal One’

Name of ‘Mamie’

(From Tennessee—go figger)

Well,

She weren’t no Emmylou.

Let me tell you.

Mamie was uglier than a homemade mud fence.

She was ‘Satan-on-Steroids’

I loved her.

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This is just a preamble

I’m too drunk and lazy to do this justice right now.

Stay tuned.

I swar’ on both of their graves, I will write no other shit until I return to this one.

It is important to me.

Probably not to you.

But, then agin, it ain’t never ‘bout you, is it?

It is ‘always’ ‘bout me.

And my self-empathy.

Ain’t it?

Thanks for watching/reading.

(And for tolerating a drunken fool–me)

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The Greatest Texan Of Them All! 

Sam Houston!!

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

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