Shootin’ the Breeze
So, how is yer summer goin? Did ya make it to
the June Jam? Whether
ya did or not ya oughta try to make it to the Bear Creek
Biker Bash later this month advertised on these pages. It’s just South of
Canton and I guarantee yer gonna like it, if yer into old
fashioned weekend biker parties on about 100 acres of great
be me on stage runnin’ the uh, anatomy contest
[somebody’s gotta do it!].
I started to write with a patriotic theme this month
bein’ that it’s July, but then I decided y’all
probably just ‘bout had enough of that stuff for the past
I mean, sure the country came together more than ever
after what happened on 9/11 and that’s a good thing, but
sometimes I felt like screamin’ whenever I noticed
companies pushing patriotism to sell products or individuals
suddenly proclaiming Americanism while they drove their
Japanese cars flying American flags made in Taiwan [I’m an
American Autoworker and we don’t EVEN want to go there!].
Well, come to think of it, it is July and if
those I see wavin’ the flag can do it, then I can too!
I’ve written in the past about my sons being in the
military...both are Sergeants in the Air Force and with the
crazy people over seas doin’ what they’re doin’, it’s drivin’ me
nuts. I just hope that my, no, ALL of our kids come home
safe from an insane corner of the world run by madmen.
We are all moral contortionists. We adapt our ethics
and morality to conform to what pleases us. It’s human nature. I mean, if ya try hard enough you can sell yourself anything. What I don’t
understand though is how anyone, much less a whole segment
of humanity, could justify using children as weapons or
treating women worse than cattle. If that’s not
crimes against humanity, then I don’t know what is!
I’m not a religious man, but every
now and then I ask myself, ‘What would God think of
this?’, and regarding this situation I’m utterly
assume and hope He/She/It [God] isn’t very happy with, and
recognizes the flat out evil in, these people
Under those circumstances I might have agreed with
‘em. But this ain’t then,
and we ain’t them.
We live in a society that’s kinda based on
possessions, like it or not. What’s yours is yours and what’s mine is mine. The “American
Dream” is owning your own home and being able to support
yourself and your family. But some people just don’t get it.
Back in the 60’s I knew a guy who just helped himself
to everything [he was our drummer and drummers are known to be
kinda weird anyway]. He’d
smoke yer smokes, eat yer eats and then ask for gas money to
get his sorry butt home, unless he was sleepin’ on yer
couch. He swore
he’d never work a day in his life...he was destined for rock
n’ roll stardom! He
used to laugh at those of us with the band who had day jobs.
One night after a gig he asked if he could crash at my
place and I agreed. After
a few days I asked him when he was goin’ home and he
replied, “Oh I can’t go there, my parents threw me out!”
I thought you were livin’ with yer girlfriend!”
“Oh no! She threw me out of
there so I moved in with George and Sue!"
"Who the hell's George and Sue?"
"Friends who threw me out before I moved back with my parents."
"Well, where are ya livin' now?"
Next, he ended up movin' in with our bass player, and that was too bad 'cause we ended up losin' a damned fine bass player after a few weeks.
That was over 25 years ago and last I heard he was in New England livin' in a run down cabin that his parents left to him. I seen him last summer and the first thing he did was mooch a cigarette and a few bucks off me. Didn't know if I should laugh, pity the guy or knock him on his ass....I chose to pity him.
To sum it all up, I guess I'm just tryin' to say that we all know what is right...what is righteous... though we might not act on it sometimes. We tend to settle for what is convenient or comfortable for the moment, but deep down most of us know. That l'il guy on my shoulder always tells me when I screw up, but sometimes he's too late.
What bothers me is that some people never stop to consider what is right. Never ask their l'il guy.
I guess it's just easier that way.
P.S. I know some are gonna wonder what happened to the humor this month.....Sorry, but it's a mood kinda thang and I felt like bitchin'.
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Okay, enough of this....sorry ‘bout the
now and then I just feel like actually sayin’ somethin’. If ya think I need a
spankin’, get hold of me ladies only....[see what I mean
about moral contortionists?].
I remember goin’ to a party a few years ago with
some friends. As
I stood in the kitchen lookin’ for a clean glass I
overheard a conversation between two strangers. A woman asked a man
what he did for a living and the guy replied, “I’m a
thief. I rob
houses” [talk about weird pick up lines!]. The dude was feelin’
pretty good, so I figured he was probably tellin’ the
I got no use for a thief and had to say something. “Who’s houses do
you rob? Mine?...Hers?”
The way I feel about it is if folks really cared
about their stuff, they’d keep it locked up better so I
couldn’t steal it! Besides,
they have insurance.”
Now I was gettin’ mad! “That’s just so
much bullshit! A
lot of people who ride older iron don’t have theft
insurance on their bikes and if it’s stolen, they’re out
big bucks and a bike that means something to ‘em.”
“Well, I’d never steal someone’s
bike!” [An ethically selective thief!]
I walked away in disgust. Later the same woman
he was talkin’ to said,”Ya gotta give him credit for
being so honest.”
Once again, I walked away in disgust.
Native Americans had a hard time with
white society for many reasons, one of which is the concept
of possession. What belonged to the individual belonged to the tribe. When the white men
came, the natives couldn’t understand how someone could
get upset if ya just helped yourself to the horses, the
cattle or the land....especially the land! They didin’t wanna
own the land [they wondered, ‘How can ya own
Mother Earth?’], but they did want to use it whenever and wherever they