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 land!  That’ll 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 ten months.

     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!

Okay, enough of this....sorry ‘bout the preachin’.  Every 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 truth.

     I got no use for a thief and had to say something.  “Who’s houses do you rob?  Mine?...Hers?”

     “Anybody’s.  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.