well there now

Ok, so I am tryin and tryin to blog.
Can't, I really got nothin.
Feel empty inside, restless, and unhappy.
No, not unhappy that way Cindy!
Just a deeper sadness, and I don't like it.
There, I blogged, have a gun:

Christmas list

Ok Santa here we go again!!!


3. Aimpoint M3 or M4


2. SigArms Stoplight:



And to put it all on:

1. Stag Arms 2T 5.56/.223




I am countin on you big guy, don't let me down!

Least we forgit

Thank you

Thank you John Coffey for this

I want a Divorce!

Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives, socialists, Marxists and Obama supporters, et al:

We have stuck together since the late 1950's, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce. I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future generations, but sadly, this relationship has run its course. Our two ideological sides of America cannot and will not ever agree on what is right so let's just end it on friendly terms. We can smile and chalk it up to irreconcilable differences and go our own way.

Here is a model separation agreement:

Our two groups can equitably divide up this country by landmass each taking a portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that, it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.

We don't like redistributive taxes so you can keep them. You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU. Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA and the military. You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore and Rosie O'Donnell (You are, however, responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move all three of them).

We'll keep the capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart and Wall Street.. You can have your beloved homeboys, hippies and illegal aliens. We'll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO's and rednecks. We'll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood .

You can make nice with Iran and Palestine and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us. You can have the peaceniks and war protesters.

When our allies or our way of life are under assault, we'll help provide them security.

We'll keep our Judeo-Christian values.. You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism and Shirley McClain. You can also have the U.N.. but we will no longer be paying the bill.

We'll keep the SUVs, pickup trucks and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Hybrid you can find.

We'll keep The Battle Hymn of the Republic and the National Anthem. I'm sure you'll be happy to substitute Imagine, I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing, Kum Ba Ya or We Are the World.

We'll practice trickle down economics and you can give trickle up poverty your best shot..

Since it often so offends you, we'll keep our history, our name and our flag.

Would you agree to this? If so, please pass it along to other like minded liberal and conservative patriots and if you do not agree, just hit delete. In the spirit of friendly parting, I'll bet you which one of us will need whose help in 15 years.

Sincerely,

Kent Bryant

an American

P.S. Also, please take Barbara Streisand & Jane Fonda with you.




This was an email I recieved from Tater, I just added my name where it was needed. Feel free to use this as you see fit.

Frickin Sissy

As many of you know, I don't like our President, here is just another reason why. He throws like a 6 year old. I love how they didn't even give him the over the shoulder President Bush angle. "Mr" President's ball bounced before the plate, even after he lobbed it up to try to go the distance. I bet Hilary coulda made it. Just sayin...

Suicide Pigs, Pronghorns, Crazy lights and Kent

My wife and I just got back from West Texas. The Davis Mountains to be more exact.
This was a trip to celebrate two wonderful years of marriage!

As y'all know we live in The Great State of Texas. This state has soo much to offer, swamps, plains, hills, beach, desert, forrest, grasslands, sand dunes, vast open spaces, confined canyons, space command, ghost towns...you git the idea. Well, on our trip, we went out to some of my favorite parts.

I will have to download the pics, just a tease here of blogs to come!

Not it

Waitin is over, not me.

I can't help but feel a lil disappointed. Perfect job, perfect lil town, excellent timing. Just was not chosen.

Cindy and I prayed a very specific prayer about this job. That God would not give me this opportunity if He knew it was not right for us, where we wanted to be in the future, or any other thing He knew that we did not.

Still, I am disappointed. What reason did they have for passin me up? The other guy have more experience? Something HR did not like in my background?

How many times do I do this? Pray, and if I don't like my answer feel let down and disappointed? Who else does this? Just me? I really am curious.

On a more positive note, thanks to my insider contact at least I will be able to find out why I was passed over.

USDAbllaahh

I am very anxious and impatient right now.

Yesterday I had an interview with USDA wildlife services as a Trapper. I have since heard it is down to me or one other guy. I have another day at least to wait.

Wife and I have prayed over this, for patience, for not gittin the job if Somervell County will not be right for us, for guidance. So, I don't really know why I am anxious...but I really am.

Knowin what I knew on Monday now is startin to wear thin. I knew it was a 50% chance on this job, either I git it or I don't. I sure wish I knew. That old sayin about no news is good news just isn't any comfort to me.

Hmmm

So it appears that in the year 4012, my birthday will be on a Wednesday...

Iowa

It sure would be nice to have my Iowa trip before North Korea decides to start a war with us. Just sayin...

A little bitter...

So I am in a bad mood. Gonna rant here. My wife ran off to St. Louis via Amtrack with her family.

That ain't my problem.

My problem is the sick codependent dog and the depressed horse.

Daisy has decided to have explosive diarrhea. Poor dog I know, but what gits me is she is one of those dogs that panics and runs when the action starts. I have so far cleaned the sheets, the couch, numerous towels. I can't even take her to the vet until a money transfer occurs in a day or so since my wife is in far off exotic, and apparently cellphone free St. Louis...

And hey...

Before she left she got called numerous times from K & G about JJ. (Cellphones work here ya see) Off his feed, depressed, listless... I stopped out where he is for ICB to love on him before I took her home. He seemed ok to me, but what jokes do you tell a horse to cheer him up??

Besides, St. Louis doesn't even have a proper song....

Truth

I got this video as a email from a great American John Coffey. Find him here at :

http://johnjudyc.blogspot.com (not sure why this isn't a link? Help Wife!)

Maybe this:
coffeypot

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijEED_iviTA

This is a video of Condi Rice facing down and schoolin a collage twerp who I would be willing to bet has never:

1. Seen death in person
2. Seen Hunger
3. Had a job
4. Been told No
5. Had his own brain
6. A date with the opposite sex


Who has:

1. A mommy who does everything for him
2. A car
3. More then one credit card he does not pay for
4. A bearded, sweater wearing professor he dreams about
5. A trust fund
6. The ability to troubleshoot windows Vista.

Shallow and judgmental enough for y'all?

Not to pat my own back, but I would if I could! (Haha, thanks Glen Ray.) When I was this child's age I had life experience, held a child as he died (God speed Tim Taylor Jr.), quit high school to git a full time job and help my family when my former Step Dad (Douche Bag) left my mom (Angel), and been to collage where I was subjected to discipline, room inspections, standing for daily inspection and physical exertion. (God bless the Fire Academy), and I knew to respect my betters.

I love the scene where ya see him trippin over his lower lip, lookin like he is gonna cry! And even better is when she gives him the answer to the question she asks him. She is a class act. Brilliant, courageous, inspiring, and just plain WOW!

Trauma for giggles

I am sittin here with my wife, waitin for my pain to dry. She is watchin sub par TV . Seems like a necessary part of this TV is the need for gun shot wounds trauma and serious injury. Unfortunately my former Paramedic life does not let me enjoy this nonsense. Git shot in the shoulder Brachial artery hmmm or blasted in the upper thigh hey never mind that femoral artery...

Having been there and done that I find myself repulsed by violence for entertainment.

I much more prefer the violence for a purpose like the beach scene from Saving Private Ryan. Pure nasty, unflinching gore. But Gore that makes you appreciate what my Grandpa's ran through on that beach on that June morning back in 1944. Why did they both live to go on and make me? I can't express enough my admiration on what has rightly been called "Our Greatest Generation." To leave the farm, factory, or job and walk across the world to fight evil.

Ok, so I have seemed to be chasin rabbits here, so be it.

Thoughtless Tuesday

How many of y'all saw him thank himself due to a teleprompter mishap?

here y'all go

http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/A-jolly-old-Super-Bowl-NFL-considers-a-Super-Bo?urn=nfl,158834
let me know what ya think...

Gotta love it!

As some of y'all know I have a minor dislike for feral hogs. I find em ugly, mean, destructive illegal aliens. Second only to fire ants as the devil's favorite pet far as I can tell.

Last night was the latest round in our attempt to eradicate a few of em.

This was my third time to this particular part of The Great State.

Trip one Tater and I saw pigs but spooked em with the truck drivin thru the pasture.

Trip two Tater, Ian and I heard pigs, coyotes, and somebody gigglin.

Trip Three just Tater and I, since Ian is a responsible member of society and workin One Million Hours a week.

This trip we did more preplanning** and decided to sit on a hill we thought had promise. About sundown we started to set up, both of us loaded down like mules crashin thru the woods. Found a nice over watch and started lookin about and saw 5 pigs rootin up the field below. I tell ya, when I called pigs! Tater looked at me like I was smokin crack. Him bein the professional animal killer and all, he usually sees em first. We dropped all our junk, loaded up the rifles and took a quick peek. Yup, two sows and three little ones. Tater told me to take the one on the left in 3,2,1 I was impressed how well we timed it, both shot within a whisker of the other. Pigs slowly walked, then ran after a few stumble steps. Both us fired again and had two distinctive misses.
Debate began after no blood trails found and our post set up. We were both positive of good hits on the first shots...

Half hour later the three Lil pigs from earlier came out to feed, piglets just don't wander off from momma Scratch two sow! Took a shot but missed them.

An hour or so later we got buzzed by a pig. He came in under the radar and stopped about 30 feet in front of us. Tater heard an even bigger pig commin so we held off. They then gave us a squeal when we hit the spot light, but they hit a slight dip so no shot.

After a short discussion of, next time lets not wait to shoot we settled back in.

Thirty minutes later a 180 lb range boar came in to about 20 feet. The .06 nailed him, causin him to roll a few feet down the hill with a squeak. He was a pretty hefty boy, glad he dropped so fast.

After this it quieted down and we called it.

Tater went back at first light, and found the two sows in heavy brush, both of em runnin close to 150 lbs. Sometimes they just don't bleed externally. It was great clearin both them girls out. Pigs can breed at 6-8months of age, havin an average litter size of 8 . Y'all do the math.


The way I see it is if they have 8 piglets, 10 of em live.




**Cindy has informed me the term preplanning is redundant. It is an old Fire Department term, and hey ya don't git more redundant then the F.D.

I am bad?

Today, after my Wife came back from stimulating the economy with her momma, her mom realized I was writing emails to my State and Federal elected officials. Just a friendly Howdy and a what have you done? kinda email. Seriously y'all, send email, call, stop on in their offices, they work for you, remind em that locals put em in place and to not forgit their roots. Heck, I didn't even vote for one of em, but she is still accountable to my community. To our two Senators I asked em if they were Washingtonians or Texans.

I also asked them to talk to the head of Homeland Security. I found if VERY offensive that they have made statements about our returning vets, and to watch out before they turn into another McVey. I also was annoyed to find out I am a right wing extremist according to this report from DHS.

Hmmm, when did supporting strong borders, a strong Constitution, believing in God, and thinking my State government is better at knowin what I want over the Feds make me bad?

I am still confused how the Media has conveniently forgot/hidden the fact that EVERY governmental massacre of the 20th century was a from leftist/liberal. Pretty darn sure Rawanda was leftist rebels, but they have such long tribal memories it is hard to tell. Think about the rest: Hitler=Nazi (Short for National Socialist), Stalin, Pol Pot, Castro=communists. I know I am forgiting more then a few in my list here, sorry.

My point is How am I bad again?

What the hell?

This was the opening paragraph of a story in the Ft. Worth Star Telegram:

Arlington police want help from the public in identifying the man who, armed with an assault-style pistol, recently robbed a GameStop store in the 2500 block of East Arkansas Lane

So, I am a fairly educated gun owner and would like to know what the hell is an "assault-style" pistol? Is this another term for a machine pistol or a new anti-gun jab by the media types?