In the summer time....today is the first day of summer and also the longest day of the year.....or does it just seem like it because the Mav's lost..? fiddle fuck!So close yet so far..Considering it is June and it's Texas, the temperature should be in the 100's..but it is only in the low 90's..Nice breeze...and I am sitting at computer watching my wild birds eat and play..The male cardinals are chasing each other in loops through the porch...every now and then I see a red blur followed by another red blur...and then back they go..Here comes my blue jay..he walks like one of them old timey gunslingers..legs apart and wings cocked.. his head stuck up and out...making like jerky motions....like Gene Wilder in that movie with Richard Pryor...when they are going to jail...'yes, I'm bad...'..
Lots of stuff in the DAM NEWS (no paper this am...so had to go buy one..fuckers)..past couple of days..one that I find very funny although it is in a very sick article about that scum bag Brian Doyle who was in a department of Homeland Security ...they caught him on line trying to have sex with a 14-year old girl...he also managed to slide in some person feelings about ole Forest.."nice guy but not a good president..he is not very bright and it is evident..bush is a liar..there were NO weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, total lie to go to war."
But then for however dumb he might think Forest is...at least the dumb ass didn't get busted for trying to have sex with a 14-year old and have a computer full of tennage porn at his job..Ole Forest really knows how to hire good help...
Speaking of our dipshit president..he is in Vienna, Austria..and one of Austria's widely read news magazine Profil featured dipshit on its cover this week, under the headline:"The Mad World of George Bush."
"What makes the leader of the last superpower tick? Just how fanatical is he?" the magazine asked.It drew a very unflattering psychological profile of the president"Bush on the Couch."
Ahhhh, aren't we all proud of him...he is a joke...and no one knows it more that the rest of the world..here at home we are slowly but surely wising up..although some like me knew he was a fuckup from day one..
Since I had such great results with my nekked ass rain dance...I may try to use my nekked dancing to get rid of forest..Maybe if I shake my fat ass at the moon enough the Goddess will get riled up and bip him onto one of the rings around Jupiter..Hey, it's worth a try..plus I am starting to like running around nekked in my yard.
To bad there is no pay in it..I may have found my niche in life...nekked ass dancer....nah....I have seen my ass nekked and it ain't purty...
fuckme till forest is long gone...
I was undecided about which to post on ..and decided fuckit...I'll do both...
First of all, there are a slew of new billboards going up and from the looks of them...someone's not happy....Billboards are going up in Miami, Dallas, Atlanta,Phoenix and Los Angeles. The biggest push for them is coming from Grassroots.org, an on-line organization based in Iowa. What's on the billboards you say?...."Stop the invasion.".
..There are other organizations that are putting out billboards too. A similar group made up of war veterans and members of other organizations opposed to illegal immigration, launched billboards in New Mexico and Colorado that feature three U.S.-labeled soldiers' helmets on rifles planted bayonet-first in an image of the U.S. Their message:"Mr. President. They Didn't Die for Open Borders."..another billboard displays the message:"Welcome to Sanctuary City. Relax, you made it." The sanctuary reference is to a defunct Denver ordinance that prohibited police from using local resources on federal enforcement issues such as immigration.
Some groups opposed to the billboards say they will incite people to violence against the illegal aliens...and force them into hidding...Maybe if their scared enough, they will stay home...it works for them...I wouldn't go to Neuavo Laredo because of all the gangs, thieves, kidnappers, etc. Welcoming them with free hospitalization and medicare benefits isn't keeping them away...maybe fear will..that and fining the business owners who hire them...I don't want you to think I am for violence against illegal aliens, truly I am not..but I am not oppsed to kicking their asses out of Texas eitther...
ok..now for the good part.....
WHAT TO GET THE PRESIDENT WHO HAS EVERYTHING.......................
This one I find extremely funny.....The Sultan of Brunei gave ole forest gump The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook and a dvd of he musical Singin' in the Rain. Does
anyone besides me see the hidden meaning in those gifts??? After Forest gets through singing in the rain...he will have use for the Survival Handbook...cause America will have gone to hell in a handbasket by then....
The former Italian Prime-Minister Silvio Berlusconi gave ole Forest an $8,500 marble statue of Hercules, the athletic son of Zeus in Greek mythology, and a Moby Dick watch with an alligator band. Former Canadian Prime-Minister Paul Martin's gift in April 2004 was a protective vest worn by rodeo cowboys, embroidered with American and Canadian flags.(Please no more fucking cowboy references to this 'all hat and no cattle' asshole.)
Ole Forest's hand holding friend Prince Bandar of Saudi Arabia gave him a pair of Cowboy's ball caps(valued at $40), navy blue polyester pullover with embroidered "D" on the front and 
Cowboys on the back ($70) and a navy blue varisty jacket with leather sleaves.($200).(does the D stand for Dummy?....Dufus..?..Dickhead???)
Jordan's King Abdullah and Queen Rania presented ole Forest with a circa-1884 Colt revolver pistol and 10 other vintage firearms the White House valued at $12,000. At another time the King gave him a Dakota Arms sniper rifle with an 8-inch scope worth $10,000.(please keep that fucker away from Cheney).
The word is that Forest doesn't drink.......................................................yeah, right! anyhow, he received 12 bottles of dry red wine from Mikheil Saakashvill, president of Georgia:a case-and-a half of Algerian reds in June 2004 from Algerian President Abdelaziz Bouteflika: and six bottles from the president of Tunisia. From French President Jacques Chirac, he got a wooden Lalique cigar humidor valued at $2,895. Mr. Chirac also gave Forest an 1850 edition of Alexis de Tocqueville's Democracy in America worth $1,500.
Fuck..we all know little Forest can't read.Every one knows that little kid was reading the goat book TO Forest and not him reading it to the little boy...
sooooo, just when you think things can't get any more fucked up???? they get worse..
Wonder if ole Forest will loan me his sniper with the 8-inch scope...ha...he wishes he had a 8 inch scope...
Ok, someone explain to me why I didn't get my paper, again?...ok, I really know why and have had lengthy phone calls with various people in different departments about this matter.. (I can just see them when I call. "you talk to her..no I talked to her last time..you talk to her...nuh uh...she called me a dickhead the last time I talked to her,you talk to her..)See, the deal is...they got tired (Dallas Morning News people) of readers bitching because they didn't get the scores from the late games and because of that they decided to put out a later edition sort of a midmorning news as apposed to a morning news..so here's the tricky part..for those in the Dallas area it isn't that big of a deal..but for us fol
k out of the Dallas disctrict it's becoming a pain in the fucking ass...as the trucks carrying the paper from Dallas get here later and lot of the drivers have other jobs and have to be fininished by a certain time...now...the deal is...there are 2 trucks..one carrying the Dallas paper for retail stores and one truck for the home deliveries...for some reason the ones going to the retail stores get delivered..mine don't..fuckers..so my delivery guy knows when the paper didn't show this am, he was going to get a phone call from me so to be a nice guy, he gives me a Waco paper with a little note saying.."no Dallas paper"....now I want you to know that Gus K. the delivery boy(in his late 60's) is the nicest guy you would ever want to meet and his intentions are good...how is he to know that I hate the fucking Waco paper..full of rightwing, bush's asskissing, evangelical Christian republican bullshit....so I ain't exactly a happy camper knowing there is no DAM NEWS and then to help push me over the edge...I get the fucking Waco paper...I try to make the best of a bad situation...will read the Waco paper....ok...not much on front page..turn the page and at the bottom on the left hand paper is a column by none other than Ann Coulterthecuntfromhell..I screamed fuck so loud my radio alarm clock stopped ...it will be stopped on 9:37am for fucking ever..Now you have to also know that I have made many phone calls to the big D bitching about this ......I ended up talking to a guy named Bill M...who is vice president of whatever...he is so sweet...so Friday he is going on his vacation...and CALLS ME FROM HIS CAR ON HIS PERSONAL CELL PHONE to tell me he has people looking into it and someone should be calling me back...and if I need to I can call him on his cell phone (during his vacation)..said..no way...get out of town and don't look back..but he gave me his work phone number and another name for me to get in touch with ...so today I got to make Mike M's life fun and exciting...remember these people I have been talking to are not even in circulation...so I got the same message from Mike as I got from Bill and I await the phone call...all this over a newspaper...but not just any news paper...it's my fucking newspaper...People wonder how I get so many people calling back and working to settle my problem...I make them laugh..I am bitching like a motherfucker, but I am making them laugh...I also know that somewhere in the back of their mind they are going :"who the fuck can I get to take her phone call the next time?" ahhh life is good..if life gives you lemons..make lemonade with no sugar and serve it back to them... This joke is for you babs..."survey taker:'ok, Babs when filling out this survey...which race do you most closely identify yourself with?' long pause....................Babs:"NASCAR"......
Dublin, Texas..is the only place that still makes Dr. Pepper using pure Sugar Cane sugar. It is the Dr.Pepper of my youth...in comes in the little 61/2 ounce bottle, remember those...It is ..nectar of the Goddess...I love Dublin Dr. Pepper. I think it is the cure for a bad day...a bad hair day and and a bad marriage..Remember back when I was pissing and moaning about the slaughter factories here in Texas that kill race horses and other horses to send them to Asia and Eupope for them to eat??? My on again and off again candidate for Governor of Texas, Kinky Friedman has something to say on the subject too."It's not right at all, so let me say this to meat-hungry French ladies:'Save a horse. Ride a cowboy.'"( I think he should have said...'save a horse...EAT a cowboy.')Along those same lines..Whole Foods in Austin, Texas is halting the sale of live lobsters and crabs, calling the practice inhumane. Scientific studies have concluded that all decapod crustaceans, including lobsters, and crabs, appear to have some degree of awareness, feel pain and can learn. (yea, learn to stay out of pots of boiling water.)..while other studies say that lobsters have such primitive insectlike nervous systems that they don't even have brains and can't experience pain the way animals and humans do..Just know it won't stop me from eating lobster or crabs...no more than Kevin's horror story about the cow killing meat packing place is going to slow me down from scarfing steaks, and rare steaks at that...People who eat thier steaks with steak sauce and well done need to be tossed in that pot with the lobsters..I am afraid to push publish..I tried to upload(download??) my picture of Dublin, Texas Dr.Pepper sign....and don't know the outcome of that..plus there is a little message down at the bottom of the post saying it could not connect to blogger.com saving and publishing may fail..test connection now....I did and it keeps coming back...oh...fuckity fuck fuck fuck..here goes.....
If I were:
a month, I would be the best fucking time you ever had in 30 days.
a day of the week, I would be the day you don't have a dentist appointment.
a time of day, I would be that time right before you go to sleep.
a sea animal, I would be one that has never been discovered because I stay at the bottom of the ocean eating smaller fish and sleeping.
a direction, I would be forward....never go straight..always go forward.
if I was a sin, you would have so much fun doing me that Moses
would scratch me off the tablet.
a historical figure, I would have been Eve, and God wouldn't have had time to kick me out of Eden as I would have left the first time he said 'thy shalt not...'
a planet, I would be Mars...big ...fat...and red....
if I were a liquid, well, we all know the answer to that one....DUBLIN DR.PEPPER, all cooled down in a bucket of shaved ice.
a stone, I would be the one that David shot out of his slingshot and hit Goliath in the head.
if I was a tree, I would be the one that lovers would want to lay a blanket under.
if I was a bird, I would be the bluebird of happiness.
a flower/plant...hmmm. I would be a bluebonnet along some country lane out in the middle of the hill country in my sweet state of Texas.
kind of weather...I would be a Texas summer thunderstorm with lots of wind and lightning.
mythical creature, I would be a fire breathing, asskicking,christian eating dragon that worked for the goddess.
musical instrument, I would be a saxaphone...so you could blow in one end and run your fingers up and down me.
if I was an animal, I would be an elephant..I like the sisterhood that the female elephants have with each other..besides I'm already fat and wrinkly...
if I was a color I would be skyblue pink...like in Texas sunsets.
if I was an emotion I would be the one you have when some one puts their arms around you and says "everything is going to be ok."
if I was an element I would be fire.
a song, I would be Amazing Grace, sung by Willie Nelson.
a movie, I would be packed full of adventure, romance, laughter and have a happy ending.
a book, it would be very funny and in large print..
a food, well, I would be a little salty, with a hint of cumin with lots of spice and would give you gas.
a place, I would be tiny island in the middle of the ocean...
taste, I would be that after taste you get in the back of your mouth.
scent..well, Tabu of course.
religion...I would be a pagan religion with no churches, priests or priestess, no collection plates, and the only sin would be greed..as greed leads to all other sins..nip it in the bud.
word? yes.
if I were a body part I would be the funny bone.
facial expression would be open faced grin.
subject in school, I would be world history.
cartoon character, I would be goofy.
shape, I would be and I am....round.
number, I would be my ever loving 7.
peice of jewelry, I would be a toe ring.
piece of furniture, I would be a rocker on your front porch, but I would sqeak, every 7th rock.
if I was a car, I would be a GT40, Carroll Shelby's first racecar.
and last but not least. If I was a piece of clothing I would be an old blue flannel shirt with most of the buttons gone, the collar worn and the sleeves frayed.
anyone who wants to do this should.....it don't suck.
Babs and I have decided we are tired of waiting on the Goddess to hustle us up some rain...so we are going to have our bareassed naked rain dance...I think the best time would during a full moon, but Babs says I am off on my dates again, as full moon has passed..so I say fuckit..we'll just have it this Saturday...at midnight...be sorta Saturday/Sunday...so for all you people all over Texas who are in need of rain...and for the rest of you that need rain also, or just like to run around naked in your yard doing a pagan dance...midnight is the appointed time...I will only have to remove my drawers as I run around the house half naked most of the time anyhow..so...take off all your clothes..run out into the yard.....and point your ass toward the sky...mooon the moon...do a little wiggle....and then do a little dance...you can do the funky chicken, the waltz, polka, dirty bop, hip-hop, the watusi,the twist, or the mashed potato...(man, am I dating myself with some of these dances...hehee)..you can add music...loud and proud...fuck them neighbors...you should be back inside the house fully clothed before the cops get there.Don't think the type of dance is nearly important as the act of dancing.I will crank up "In the jungle, the mighty jungle..the lion sleeps tonight."....Rain being the lion...
I am not worried about getting caught naked dancing in the yard..half the neighborhood has seen my ass in one form of dress or undress for 12 years..and if I'm going to get busted in West for anything...rather it be for dancing naked in my yard than for dancing naked in your yard...
So....who's in?....I know there are plenty of you out there that don't have yards to dance naked in..but surely you're not afraid to jerk them curtains back and do a little dance in front of them...it's for a good cause....RAIN....
It started with a phone call..."I am about 3 miles away, where do you want to meet?"........"Tell em to kick you to the curb at Czech Stop, and I will be waiting"....as it was he was already there when I drove up...I had to put shoes and a bra on for the occasion..(was that a flying monkey over head?) There he was...surrounded by his Mother, Step-Dad, sister, neice and the lovely Hannah Banana......We hugged and it was like we had hugged before...(bird falls from sky)I swear I believe in other lives...cause it was just too familiar to have not been done before..I could hear swords whistling through the air, the thunder of many horses on some distant plain and death throes of the enemy as
they feel at our feet...yea, some other time, some other place...we fought a common foe..buckling our swash's and kicking some asses... (a dragon flies across the sun) Evey one had to go inside Czech Stop to use the bathroom, which comes from traveling with little girls...ooops, Sooner had to go too...told them to look at all the cutesy Czech and Texas stuff for sale but not to buy anthing but food as it was all made in China...How pissed I was the first time I saw a Texas University shot glass, with a made in china on the bottom...Hannah conned her Daddy out of more money and then they were on their way to Hillsboro to the outlet mall and we were off on the grand tour.We were in my white Mazda.(is that a troll in the back of the truck?).I told Paul that I was going to take it and get it washed and cleaned but was convinced if I did,it would quit running...Dirt is what keeps it from stalling out at stop signs...I took him down the main street(which is actually Oak St.) and showed him the gazebo, city hall,over the track, and past the Old Corner Drug Store,(a wizard swoops and lands on the roof of the old corner) the Wild West Resturant where Jamie works, the $store, the used shit store and Wolf's Bar...Took a right and went by the hardware store and the West Food Mart took a right and we went by video world a
nd one of the banks..We hooked a left and took him out past the, now closed Depot Bar(a wrinkled old crone stands over a cauldron, stirring and muttering chants) which used to be the bar where I got drunk and had more than my share of fistacuffs...We went down the road and took him past the Westfest and rodeo grounds...(I notice but don't mention the army of men cloaked in animal skins astride restless scaly beasts)then back over the tracks to the City Center where on Wed. they have lunch for anyone who wants it for $2.00 and to the Library so he can meet Miss Henrietta.All this time in the truck I am regaling him with stories about me and my adventures at the Capital(the Depot now)...we were talking like we had known each other for ever..catching up on what has been going on in both our lives..I told Henrietta that she didn't know him but he knew her from when I talked about her in my blog....no response..I said"notice how she doesn't ask what I said about her?"...and she said "I didn't want to know and be shocked."....maybe she's got my number after all....Sooner took some pictures of our little museum of Czech stuff...and a picture of th
e water tower with Home of Scott Podsednek on it...(I smell brimstone and sulfur)then we drove back to the center of town and to the Community Grocery Store where I had asked Patsy to cool us down some Dublin Dr.Pepper's but they were not cold enough yet..damn..and we got to doing so many other things I fogot to take him back so he could get one...(now I know it was a good thing too)But he got to meet Patsy and I told her I was looking for Brenda so I could kick her ass, and she informed me that David and her may have split up...so maybe I won't have to kick her ass after all...Patsy knew who Sooner was as I had already talked about him and Babs enough that she knew about them..I remembered I needed to get a plug for my a/c so went back to house and he got to see my little hell hole...he gave me a picture of Hannah for my cork board that sits above my computer...he got the tour of the house which took about 2 minutes..showed him action central where I sit in my chair and look out at the birds...and other chair where I read, watch tv and do cross word puzzles...(I see more flying monkeys) We leave my place and head back to the Hardware Store so I can get plug for a/c and a bag of birdseed....We continue to drive around town and he says it just feels so weird to actually be there after reading all about it for so long..told him there were people that actually think I have made my little town up, but even I couldn't invent West...asked him did he see any black faces yet? He hadn't...like I said..it's 1957 here..(toothle
ss cand rone rides a griffin sidesaddle along side of us for a block then turns away)..I feel the need to get in a cool and dark place so I take him to Strickly Country(which used to be Coyote Bob's) so he can meet our Brokeback Cowboys...Before we were out of the truck I spotted Termite..(wacko wacko fame) and introductions were made..we went inside and met Merle, one half of our gay bar owners...T.J.his partner hasn't been well, and stays home most of the time..So Sooner and I sit down at bar and I have Dr.Pepper and he has a long neck Bud...we were non stop talking..about Babs, Denise, Apos, Tex and all the rest of you...how much he misses you all and wishes he had more time to spend on the computer blogging..Told him bullshit..he has a life...he has friends he can actually see and touch...not to be sorry..be happy..I told him I wasn't upset that he threw us all over for some pussy....The bartender who I didn't know is about 6' 4" and about 250lbs...after listening to us talk, with fuck this, fuck that, fuck them...motherfucker all over the place...he sort of scurried out from behind the bar and went and hid in the corner until Sooner needed another beer...Think we sorta freaked him out...we were laughing and having such a good ole time...(I noticed the lights were starting to dim and the Budwiser stagecoach was slowing down...)Sooner's phone rings and they are back at Czech Stop to take him back to Belton...too soon too soon... We head out to parking lot and I'm not sure but I think the sky is getting darker...We drive back to C.Stop and it is all over to fast...(what IS that smell..?) Sooner invites me to the next get together they have at his sisters house in Belton...(I can hear a buzzing and crackling in the air)...We hug, take more pictures...hug again...they drive off and as I tu
rn to watch them go...I see that all the crones, trolls, the army of warriors are fading away....the monkey's fly over head and shout down at me...."Lucky for you he didn't drink the magic potion..it would have weaken him and we would have won the fight this time......the Dr.Pepper...damn...
It's only 10:27am and the day is already off to a wobbly start..First of all last night the minute the Mav's game was over, I thought to myself, "self, your not going to get your paper in the morning."..as the DAM NEWS has a later delivery now so they can get the sport scores in for the morning paper..which is a cool deal, and I am most happy with that arrangement..but for some reason it causes a FUBAR...which is fucked up beyong all repair...the Waco paper and the Dallas paper come in on same truck and Waco doesn't want to wait for the Dallas paper so they leave without it..so ..this started off a chain reaction of alot of 'fucks, fuck this, fuck this shit, fuckity fuck fuck fuck'...and then the phone calls..I finally ended up talking to the vice president of something or another..Bill M...who now thinks he is on line with some demented newspaper groupie..but we bonded...he was just happy to hear I was pissed because I didn't get the paper and not what was in the paper, or the condidition of the paper...we bullshitted for awhile and he said he would find out something and call me back....yeah, right..so I said fuckit(again) and went to the little Tiger Stop gas station and bought a paper...and in doing so thought I would do a little Columboing...asked the lady if Gus K. brought their papers, and she said no, there was a truck for the home deliveries and a truck for the retail stores....huh? what the fuck?..two trucks ..one from Austin and one from Dallas to bring papers to a town of 1,900...so when Bill called back, and he did call back, the little sweety..I asked him what the deal was...why, when gas is sooooooo high are they sending two different trucks from two different cities to lil ole West to deliver papers???? Bill didn't know..But Bill is going to find out..cause he didnt know there were two trucks coming here either...Bill did think that by now Gus should figure out that if nothing else he should go buy a Dallas Paper and deliver it to me just to shut me the fuck up..hahahh...Bill is smart...
All of this to caused me to fail in my attempt to break my record of screaming fuckyou you ignorant asshole to Forest Gump on my tv set.I won't even go there...'fraid I will start a process that will end up with me laying on the floor and pulling my hair out..Give me fucking strength....
But there is a light at the end of this ugly dark tunnel...my third phone call is from Sooner who is coming down from Belton with assorted family members who will be going to Hillsboro to the outlet mall. They will drop Sooner off(shove him out the car door probably) and the hi-jinx will commence...He said, I will be intirely at your mercy....which was followed by a long low evil laugh...said good, cause I was looking for David's (best friend David) fuck mate to whip her ass, and I needed a witness...and our boy Sooner ..is game....So I am going to leave ya'll waiting for the next installment of the MANY ADVENTURES OF JACKIESUE AND SOONER..(I see a movie with Keifer Sutherland playing Sooner and Kathy Bates playing me...)names will be changed to protect the guilty and the newly departed.....
Going to call Patsy at Community Grocery to put some Dublin Dr.Peper on ice for us.....
coming soon at a theater near you.....
Now I am going to piss off my friends..and I do not mean to piss you off, but it is only fair as when I come to your blog you piss me off. I do not care if you are playing my favorite song "Harlem Nocturn", I don't want to hear it...I like to have solitude when I read your blogs...yes, I can turn the sound off..but that is only part of the problem..your music also fucks up your blog for me as it makes it hard to comment..I will just start to add a comment and the music comes on and it will jerk and start and stop and start and the whole time it is doing that...I can't comment..It may be my shoddy little computer, I don't know...all I know is that it fucks with me commenting and so I leave pissed...Plus it causes my computer to shut down and end the program...fuck I hate that..so for all you people out there that have your little video of songs playing...it sucks...blows and bites...yes your music is cool, and I know it makes you happy..but it fucks me and my computer up...please stop...am I the only one that has this problem????
fuckme till music comes out my ass...
Oh, man did I feel better after that last post. I had received enough comments from people objecting to my onesided posts about Forest Gump and calling Ann Coulter a cunt, I just wanted to make sure they understood the ground rules...I get to say what I want and they get to kiss my ass...
I stumbled on an article from the Rolling Stone about how the Forest Gump administration stole the 2004 election..it's by one of the Kenneydy's and no not Ted...Robert ?. Kennedy,Jr. and boy is it interesting...I think it is this months magazine..but not sure...but it is worth checking it out...long ass article...I am waiting for my new Vanity Fair magazine...I love Vanity Fair.
In the DAM NEWS they have been running a series on illigal aliens in Dallas...Parkland Hospital delivers sooo many babies ( over 26,000 I think)..and 70% of the babies born at Parkland in the first 3 months of 2006 were illegal immigrants...these babies are being born at tax payers expense..In 2004, the hospital spent $70.7 million delivering 15,938 babies but ended up having a $7.9 surplus in obstertrics. Why? It resulted from an infusion of Medicaid funds, about $34.5 million, to cover the delivery costs for the undocumented women. Dallas county taxpayers also kicked in $31.3 million, or about 40% of the total obstertrics costs, and the Federal Government paid an additional $9.5 million to make up for the hospital's high percentage of patients on Medicaid, the state-funded insurance program for the poor.
The average patient in Parkland's maternity wards is a 25-year-old, married, Hispanic woman giving birth to her second child and the survey says..she is most likely illegal.
Under a 1986 federal law, called the Emergency Medical Treatment and Active Labor Act, pregnant women cannot be turned away by a hospital if they are in need of emergency help,such as being in labor. Hospitals that deny care to such patients face a $50,000 fine and termination from the Medicare program. But Parkland takes it a step further by offering the women prenatal care, which improves their chances of delivering healthy babies and at a lower cost to the hospital.
Patient demographics for 2003 deliveries, including 15,585 at Parkland, 42,297 in Dallas County and 377,374 in Texas.
Parkland:
hispanic-82.09%
black-12.37%
white-3.35%
other-2.18%
Dallas County:
hispanic-50.02%
black-19.56%
white-25.07%
other-5.35%
Texas:
hispanic-48.37%
black-11.05%
white-36.69%
other-3.89%-
that is just ONE border state...do the math...Calif.,Ariz., and New Mexico. They are not staying here..They are living in each and every state..google your state and find out the data on your illegal aliens..
They will win this war...why? they are having more kids...and we are paying for them all...
The Veterans had their benefits cut back or discontinued..but Congress is allowing more money for medicaid for the aliens...something wrong here folks...
I am tired of people thinking I am a bad person because I don't want to give them amnesty. If you read how some of the Mexican aliens got here..they say they paid the coyote $3,00 or $1,800 for each memeber of the family....If they can raise that kind of money..why don't they stay there in their own country. Hell, I would be hard pressed to come up with $3,000 to cross the border into Canada..
Oh, man..I'm getting one of those headaches....mabye it's from banging my head on the keyboard....
fuckme till I say No Mas..
That was not meant for any of my regular readers and those who know what my blog is about...no it is for you: 'rightwing,republican,evangelical christian,forest gump loving,1%er wingnut assholes.'I want to make this perfectly clear...I do not give a fuck....I don't care if you find what I have to say distasteful, stupid, one-sided, leftish, or flat out wrong...my ass?...thou can kissith...I will bare it for the occasion...and let me tell you dipshits something..I have a lot of ass...so kissing it could be an all day job for you weak sistered peices of shat...pack a lunch...
I quit giving a shit somewhere around my 10th birthday... after my Daddy had given me the you can do anything you set your mind to, it doesn't matter if you are a girl or not..just work hard and you can do or be anything you want...I said "I want to be the catcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers."..Daddy said, "Anything but that."...So, I quit giving a shit...
There is nothing you can say or do that will mean jack to me...I already think you are mentally challanged and have a personality flaw, so why should I give a shit what you think or say?...get a life assholes..go back to your strange little world...and leave me the fuck alone...Because there is one thing I know..(the Goddess told me so)...you will get yours...the house of bush is about to come crumbling down on your pointy little heads...and it will take more than praying to Jesus to save your dumbasses..Now I will go pray to the Goddess to send some serious cosmic bips your way...
have a nice day ya'll...
I finally ventured outside today...fuck! it's hot...It's days like this that make me rethink my love for the Lone Star State..Wonder how much it costs to live in Ana Cortes, Washington? One of my girlfriends lives there and I have seen pictures and it looks cool and is beautiful...nah, can't leave my little town of West...what would they do for intertainment?
I went to sleep at 1am and got up at 6:45am...read my DAM NEWS and made eggs with my new killer salsa..man is it good...(it's easy peasey if you want the recipe)
Because I am a good across the pond friend..I watched soccer this morning...England against Paraquay...is that spelled right?..anyhow...England won...1-0...made by Beckham...as in Bend it like Beckham...and the damn usa/Czech game will be on espn2 and don't get it on my antennae...fuck...
I have so many new birdies flying around on porch, I keep thinking of the movie The Birds....all the new babies are out...the baby cardinals are the sweetest things you have ever seen...so tiny with those little orange beaks...no baby jays or doves..but lots of other babies...going thru the bird seed at twice the rate...pigs.
Went to the library and checked out 6 books and still have 2 so that should last me till Monday..I read a book called Lahyrinth by somebody Mosses...I think that is her name..Kathy Mosses I think...anyhow..it was very interesting...about the Cathars, the Inquisition, the Holy Grail, Christian religion, love and betrayal.
It was a little hard to get into..as it switched from past to the present..Man, the Catholic Church killed a whole bunch of people in the name of Jesus...nice fellas...
I am waiting for Sooner to come thru this coming week...that is going to be fun..hope I get to see Hannah the Banana...maybe take some pictures..I have a throw away camera and only have taken about 4-5 picts...will get a disc and maybe someone can load them on and put them on my site....
Good news, I got my little newsletter from Janet Ivanovitch and she has 4-5 new books coming out..12 on the Dot this month and the rest in July...she cracks me up...She has one that tells when Granny first came out..I love Granny, she is my kinda Granny.
I was going to post another rant about the republicans but thought I would give 'Dave' some time to cool down...heehee..will post in the near future about the little trips the Congress has been taking, along with their families, and their staff..paid for by various lobby groups..them fuckers...will give you a little teaser...A woman who was chief of staff of to Tom DeLay when he was House Majority Leader took 18 trips from 2000-2002, many with her husband at a cost to others of more than $85,000....that's just a start....and they are not all Republicans either..I will list the top 10 from Texas...them fuckers..and I will try and find out the top 10-20 of all of them and see if we can't vote them fuckers out of office by next term...
But right now?...it's just to fucking hot to bother with them...going to go stuff my bra with icecubes...should be able to get 2-3 trays worth in there...or maybe just stick them under my tits...it's nearly a 100 already and it's just 1pm..fuckity fuck fuck fuck...
Excuse me for being vulgar...I really do not like that word...it is ugly and demeaning to women..which means it is the perfect word to describe Ann Coulter..the meanest, ugliest, vilest most vicious heartles bitch that I have ever had the misfortune to run across..I have called a special meeting with the Goddess, and have asked for permission to personally punish her..... permission granted....so when you read about her being on the receiving end of a cosmic bip of super nova proportions, you will know it was me at my finest..Because if anyone deserves to be bipped and bipped good, it is that skinny, scrawny, useless peice of flesh...She has been engaged 3 times but never married..that's because black widows eat their partners after mating...you will probably find their bloodless bodies hanging from the ceiling in her attic. If anyone wants to know where to find the person bearing the 666 mark..you have to look no further...Iam sure they are on her someplace. Because she is evil....EVIL... but a bip is coming her way...coming soon....
Yes, ole Kinky is back in the news...This past Monday he wasat some dinner in Dallas and he said:"The only thing Rick Perry has done is make George W. Bush look smart." Kinky was accompanied by his loyal Sancho Panza, Little Jewford Shelby.He was at Border's for a book signing..His latest is called Cowboy Logic, a collection of Kinkyisms such as "A happy childhood is the worst possible preparation for life."and "Trust me. I'm a Jew. I'll hire good people." He is still making his cute jokes, ad-libs, and smart ass remarks..He says he sees young voters as key to winning governor's race."If they are old enough to die in Iraq, they're old enough to help fix Texas."He also says:"It's not Kinky Friedman against Rick Perry, it's Kinky against apathy."
Mr. Perry's campaign has predicted Texans won't take Mr. Friedman seriously and mocked the "bobble-head" dolls he peddles to fund his effort. On Wednesday, Mr. Friedman sought to clarify that."They are not bobble-head dolls," he said. "They are talking action figures."
I still am not sure I will vote for him...the fact that he voted for George W. Bush not the first time...but the second time, still bothers the shit out of me...But I don't think Bell the Democrat has a snowballs chance in hell of winning...and that goofy bitch grandma Strayhorn is enough to make the Goddess chew her lip and bite her tongue..
I am making this one short and sweet..don't know if the dipshits in charge of Blogspot have it fixed yet and don't want to waste a good rant just to have them loose it..
fuckme till I comment..
Great news everybody..Cartoon Network is bring back Pee Wee's Playhouse with our old friend Paul Rueben..They have something called Adult Swim where they show adult type comedy stuff...I guess, hell, I don't know I have an antennae that I have to go outside and whip around if I want to watch Dallas PBS..Anyhow...they are bringing back Pee Wee's Playhouse...I loved that show...my grandkids and I would watch it at our homes and then we would get go places just so we could scream if someone said the word for the day...People would stare at us like we were nuts and we would just be falling in the floor laughing...If you are a PW fan you will remember that he had such great stars on his show way before they were stars...Phil Hartman was Captain Carl, Laurence Fishbourne was Cowboy Curtis, S. Epatha Merkerson was the Mail Lady Rita and Natasha Lyonne was Opal...Oh and how could I forget..Jimmy(your hot)Smits was the TV repairman...In 1988 Big Top Pee Wee had Benicio Del Toro played Duke, the Dog-faced Boy. Pee Wee's Playhouse was on CBS and came out in 1986...then Paul Rueben came out in a porno movie theater in Florida in 1991 and that was the end of that...When it went off the air my oldest Granddaughter Nicole was just broken hearted...she didn't know why he was gone and we couldn't tell her what really happened, so I know her Daddy made up some lame excuse about he was being replaced by some other show that was cheaper to make or something...but man, she was pissed...She still has her Pee Wee doll and one Christmas I bought her the Pee Wee Chair...they both are probably worth big bucks on ebay...When they interviewed Paul Reuben after it was announced that his show was going to be on Cartoon Network, he said"I'd say this is a dream come true."...yeah...... a wet one....
The word for the day is:BigTop.....(scream......)
The Goddess uses me occasionally to deliver her message to the good people of the planet earth...the message? She's pissed.As you know the Goddess sees all and knows all...and she is not happy with humans..she doesn't think we have evolved far enough down the food chain to make discissions for ourselves. She is thinking of bipping us DOWN the food chain in the hopes that we will be eaten by the Bengal Tigers as they are becoming extinct and she thinks they deserve to live more than we do..the best I can gather from her screaming and raging is...we suck...She is concerned that with famine,wars, natural disasters,crimes against children, people in positions of power abusing them for personal gain,greed, crimes against women, diseases that are capable of distroying nations,hatred for their fellow man over such unimportant things as religion, race, color and creed, and just basic bad behavior that the President of the greatest nation in her world is more concerned with making marriage between same sex couples against the law than he is with making his country a safer, better place to live.
Her exact words were: "WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID, HUMANS?"
At one point she was seriously thinking about stepping in and bipping our ex-cheerleader President into the solar system of the Planet Dipshit.....She says she doesn't want to take it out of our hands as she made us smart enough to make these discissions on our own...but she is also concerned that we all have lost our way and maybe she does need to step in and start removing some people from their postions of power..with a cosmic kick in the ass.
Right before she left in a poof of space dust that vagely smelled like rain with a pinch of honeysuckle...she had one last word of advice for us..."VOTE"....she also said I was doing a great job and that I needed a raise....well, I made that last part up, but thought hey, mabye she reads my blog and will see that and...damn, where did that lightning bolt come from?
Fiddle fuck...fuckity fuckfuckfuck...Blogger is really pissing me off..I have spent most of the morning trying to leave comments on people's blogs and it took forfucking ever..but finally I got them done...now I come back to my blog and hit 'show blogroll' and I do....and nothing happens...my blog roll is gone...byby, see ya..toodles...adios mother fucker..so if you don't hear from me it is because I can't find you..I am sure it will adventually show up again..but in the mean time...KISS MY ASS YOU DIPSHITS IN CHARGE OF BLOGSPOT......
I would like to say that makes me feel better..but not really...
I hope that they allow me to post this..was going to do one of my Forest Gump rants, but just know that I will rant and rave about what a asshole he is and they will lose it and then I will lose it and I will say something that will get me tossed off here like they did at Crapster...bastids..
So will just bask in the glow of the Mav's win and their trip to the Finals against Miami...hope they kick Shaq's ass...The Desperados got their asses handed to them on a tray...so it is up to the Mav's to bring a trophy home...
Got a disturbing email from the wife of one of my good friends who lives in Clovis, New Mexico...Brian and I have been best buds since 1970....His wife Lilla said they just brought him home from the hospital and he has Addison's Disease...but supposed to be able to control it with meds..I sure hope so...i can't even begin to tell you all the shit we used to get into..Man we had fun..Don't think Roswell, New Mexico will ever recover from our high jinx..Ahhh, fuck..we're gettin old.....
The official weather forcast for West,Texas is:hot, hotter than hell and hotter than a son of a bitch....it is now...hotter than a mother fucker...I may break down and use the a/c....
fuckme till icecubes shoot out my ass..
I love to watch the big Tennis Matches..like the French Open, The US Open, etc....so...I'm watching the French Open and the match between one of the Williams sisters and some one else....and the audience start to do the wave...now I don't like to make fun of other people(yeah, right)but watching the French people do the wave is like seeing 2 old people fuck...they get the job done, but it is ugly to watch...enough said...!
I have been moping around the house, not exactly feeling sorry for myself, as that is not my nature...but kinda sorta having deeper thoughts about deeper subjects than I normally have...Hmmm...what it is is....another friend died...Jerry F. was 3 years older than me..which is the only good thing about her death, as most of the friends I have lost over the past 3-6 months have been younger than me and I'm starting to freak out.I am looking over my shoulder to see if the grim reaper is lurking in the shadows flipping thru his book of 'Nexts' and moving my name up. It is enough to make me think about really getting serious about doing something about my health....eat better, eat less, excercise..cut out sweets, fats, salt, Dr.Pepper, Blue Bell, and all things fried..................
But then again....I like living dangerously...I have cut out smokes, drugs, booze and sex...and made it to 62 1/2....so if I cut out all the only things I have left that gives me any joy, will it be worth it to live a few years longer......????????
Fuck no....so 'scuuuze me while I go pry the top off a Dublin Dr. Pepper, pour it over a huge bowl of Blue Bell Home Made Vanilla ice cream....and enjoy the only thing I have left that makes life worth living...that and the fevernt hope that with the adding of Terrell Owens to the lineup of the Dallas Cowboys they may win another Super Bowl.
Fuckme till even the grim reaper wants no part of me..
Ran out of shit to say...will be back Sunday...love and kisses...jackiesue
If this was truly going to be my last supper, I would go to Nemecek's Meat Market and have them personally cut me a rib eye about 1 1/2 inch thick and the size of a salad plate. I prefer to cook my own as I like my steak rare, and only once have I ever had a cook, chef or person in the kitchen fix my steak the way I like it..I would have lobster, crab legs, scallops, and shrimp...shrimp kabobs, sauted shrimp, broiled shrimp, boiled shrimp, curried shrimp, shrimp with rice, shrimp with sweet peas, shrimp with angel hair pasta, ....any way you can have shrimp...that's how I want it..I want grilled asparagus with lemon/garlic butter,a jar of pickled okra, gazpacho, bouillabaise,assorted grilled veggies, a bowl of cheerios in whole milk with real sugar, a Carl's Jr. beef/jalopena sandwich, (I hate McDonald's) but would want a double order of their french fries. I would want a german chocolate cake with chocolate sauce, a carton of Blue Bell's Rocky Road Ice Cream with dish of Texas peaches and Texas blueberries on the side...........all washed down with Dublin Dr. Pepper...
For company I would like to dig up Waylon, Johnny, June(can't seperate them now), Janis, Frank, and Billy Holiday for the music..
James Lee Burke, H. Allen Smith, Molly Ivins, Thomas Jefferson, Pope Paul the First, Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, the Goddess and Queen Elizabeth I. I like to mix it up a little...
so that would be my last supper and my guest list....oh yeah....and Leonardo Da Vinci so he could paint up a masterpiece ..so Dan Brown could write a book about it....
fuckme till I burp..
I have been up since about 5am...had my breakfast with 3 glasses of water and then took my energy drink that Shady Lane sent me...not too bad..so will see how it works....I have been cooking and freezing...So far I have made sausage/eggs breakfast burrito's and shoved them in the freezer...Going to make a meatloaf so I can make sandwiches...will freeze individual slabs. Then I am going to make some sausage/refried bean burrito's and freeze them...Also will make another batch of bbq sauce..and freeze it..and to top it off will make a big batch of chinese style salad to munch on...Just need to go get some fresh mushrooms ...Anyone hungry yet?
I was going to post about something I had read in the DAM NEWS this morning..but was sorta depressing and after the story about Anthony Benesh's untimely death yesterday I had better post something less gruesome...So....food...everybody loves food...So if you were going to croak and could have anything in the world as your last meal what would it be? Who would you have at your last supper? We all know you would want your family, kids etc. there..but forget about them..they are already going to be there..who would you pick for your last supper..living or dead...pick as many as you want..I hate it when you are limited to a set number...so...your last meal and your last guests...I will tell you what I would have and who I would like there after you all have posted on this...you can either post on your blog or you can just leave a comment...what ever bakes your cake...
fuckme till I'm crispy on the outside and juicy in the middle
That's the name of the little newsletter that I receive 3-4 times a year from Trixie, the Golden Retriever that Dean Koontz belongs to ..She say's:Summertime and the livin' is easy. Bliss To You. Is Me, Trixie Koontz, Who is Dog...She gives a run down on Daddy's new book which happens to be called "The Husband." and sounds like a good one..
She has a list of Dog Wisdom,(for the summer) some of which are:Encourage beer drinking at summer picnics. Drunks drop more food.
Probably picnic cooler does NOT contain dog-eating lizard. Dad trying to keep me away from frankfurters. Probably.
Before swimming in pool, eat tacos and beans. Extra gas makes you buoyant. Eat grass, throw up. Doesn't sound like fun, but is.If Dad catches you driving convertible, claim cat made you do it at gunpoint.
My favorite little tid bit from Trixie is that"Dog is my species, profession, and hobby.I am dog 24/7. Once wanted to be cow until discovered how limited is cow diet, mostly grass, hay, and weeds. Cows can't eat ice cream because ice cream is made from milk, so would be like one step from cannibalism or something.Not to mention hamburgers. As dog, my duties are make people feel loved, receive belly rubs and treats, be cute, be funny, write bulk of dad's newsletter, and continue research on time machine in which have already sent neighbor boy back to Jurassic era, scaring pee out of him, left time machine a reeking mess.
This is why I love Dean Koontz, not just the great books, but his great dog, Trixie.If you are also a Dean Koontz fan and would like Trixie's newsletter write:Dean Koontz
USELESS NEWS
Post Office Box 9529
Newport Beach, Calif. 92658-5929
Trixie will be glad to add you to their mailing list..
Along with that I also received a package from Shady Lane. She sent me the free Austin,Texas paper The Austin Chronicle, because there is an article on the shooting death of a friend of ours..Actually she knows him better than I did, as he was about 14-15 the last time I saw him. Seems like Anthony Benesh had decided to be even more of an asshole than his regular dayly activities.He tried to open up a Hell's Angels chapter in Austin, Texas. Which if anyone knows anything about The Bandido's...they own Texas...there is only one BMC in Texas, other than their sister clubs. The Hell's Angels don't want to fuck with the Bandido's...So Anthony was riding around on his motorcycle sporting Hell's Angels colors and a fake Angels flaming head logo...naughty naughty Anthony. This is the sad and scary part..Tony had been inside a New Jersey style Pizza place in Austin, with his 2 sons..he walks outside to take the kids home and some one uses a high power rifle to shoot him right in the head, blowing brain matter over both his sons...drops dead right at their feet...Everyone including the cops think it was the Bandido's that put the hit on him..but they (Bandido's) said it would have brought too much heat down on them, as it has and they would have probably kicked the shit out of him, but would not have killed him like he was killed and not in front of his kids...(yeah, them bikers are so considerate)and say the Hell's Angels did it, knowing it would throw the heat on them..Well, who ever did it, will have to live with the knowledge that they killed a guy right in front of his 2 sons..ages 9 and 11.
Shady Lane said no one was surprised that someone killed him, just surprised the way it happened and in front of his kids. Tony was just a shade off normal...very very smart guy(44 years old) but just about as whacko as they come...
Lane also sent me a new book by a good author...Elizabeth Lowell..called Running Scared...and $35....she said: pretend we went and had lunch, what did you order? I probably had Thai Salad. She is just the best...Going to tell her I had beef, noodles and broccoli...She also sent me a couple of packages of A-Advocare, v-16 energy drink.A vitamin and herbal supplement drink...She takes Sparks which is a pill form of energy supplement..but caffine in it and with my inability to sleep as it is..don't need more caffine.
Will take it first thing in the am...if I take it now, will be up all night ....yeah, like that would be the first time...
Well, we have had thunder and dark clouds since yesterday..but so far..now rain...which sucks, blows, and bites...We need rain....lots of rain...
Seems like everyone had a great holiday weekend, but I would have to say it sounds like Kevin had the best time...although that t-bone Junebugg had sounded pretty good...It was too hot for me to do alot of cooking so I made easy, mostly heat free meals. Tuna salad, Spagatti, corn on cobs, greenbeans with red potatoes, and did cook up one chicken breast so I could have an excuse to make homemade bbq sauce...which if I do say so ......was pretty fucking good..But now I am off to the library..If I am finished with my "The Jesus Papers"...I will do a recap for you...as it is very interesting and I recommend it highly...unless you are big into Jesus, and then maybe not..
It's going to take me 2 trips....but I am hauling ass......
Happy Birthday to my favorite city right after West, Texas. Dublin, Texas is as most of you know the only place left that makes Dr. Pepper, using the original recipe that made it my favorite drink when I was a kid...No Nehi for me...can't make me drink Coke, RC or that nasty Pepsi. Big Red was not my style...just my 10-2-4...Dr. Pepper. To celebrate its 115th birthday Dublin will have a festival and has put out a new book. Dublin, Texas is 125 miles southwest of Dallas, and has the oldest Dr.Pepper bottling plant in the world. It still uses cane sugar(not corn syrup) to sweeten the soft drink.The Road To Dr.Pepper, Texas by Karen Wright(State House Press $16.05)tells the history of the renegade bottling plant. Birthday events start June 9. You can contact them at:Dublin Dr. Pepper.com
Nectar of the Goddess....
If I ever win the lottery I am installing a huge fountain in the middle of town and have it stocked with the little 61/2 oz bottles of Dr.Pepper..I'm a Pepper....wouldn't you like to be a Pepper too....Years ago they had a great Dr. Pepper commercial that ran for a long time ...it was the Hunchback of Notre Dame with his hands tied behind his back, staked out on a dais in the center of town...he was miserable looking and after about 2 minutes he cried out"Dacta Peppa...Dacta Peppa..."...I was in tears..."someone for the Goddess sake....give the poor man a Dacta Peppa."...every since then I have been known in the family as 'she who crys like a baby at commercials'.It was art man..it touched me ...
I would go drink me a Dr.Pepper now..but am still on the 73 gallons of water a day diet.. Nancy said her Dr. said that women of our age(old) shouldn't drink more than 6-8oz. glasses of water a day as we could drown our liver..I figure if a quart of tequilla and a case and a half of Lone Star didn't drown the fucker...9 glasses of water wasn't gonna hurt me.
.Wouldn't you like to be a Pepper too...Dr. Pepper...
fuckme at 10-2-4
My Daddy and all of his brothers fought in World War II...I personally think when the Germans found out the Roycroft brothers were coming they all threw down their rifles and surrendered.If you ever met my Dad and his brothers you would see where I get my weird sense of humor from.Absolutely nothing was sacred..You were expected to make fun of and find humor in everything..if you didn't you were found unworthy.Will try to remember some stories about them and their activities..first...the crew..there was my Daddy who was the oldest Frank Russell Roycroft, but everyone called him Bill.His brothers Isaac( everyone called him Joe), Wesley (everyone called him Jack, and who I and about 5 other cousins were named for), and Bob and eveyone called him Hick(because his sister, the pistol packing Leola said his head was as hard as a hickory nut)..The reason they all had one name and were called another is because of the fight between my grandparents, who we all called Daddy Red and Big Mama. They couldn't agree on what to name the kids when they were born..so they ended up naming them what Big Mama wanted to name them, and called them what Daddy Red wanted to name them...It made perfect sense to them.
During the war before Daddy was sent to Germany, he and all of the other brothes were stationed in various bases in Texas and Oklahoma.Their main goal in life was to get bootleg whiskey across the Oklahoma border into Texas...My mother and aunts all made several trips on the bus to Oklahoma and back to Texas with pints of whiskey stashed in their purses, suitcases and where ever else they could carry them. Mother said she smelled like moonshine for months after they moved to Arkansas. One of the brothers signed a jeep out in Daddy's name and went awol with it. They adventually found it in the region of Lubbock. No charges ever were pressed against anyone as they could never prove which one of them forged Daddy's name and actually stole the jeep.I am sure to this day it was Uncle Jack..but no one ever confessed..Hell, for all I know, Daddy did it and blamed it on the brothers...I know whiskey was involved...
When all of the brothers came home on leave, they would stage these huge penny ante poker games...and it was ugly..they all cheated, lied and did what ever they could to win the money...During one game all the uncles and aunts were sitting around the kitchen table playing poker and my Mother had on lose house slippers..and one was just sort of hanging by her big toe..and my uncle Hick slipped it off sat and farted in it..then put it back on Mother's foot, then said:"damn, Helen, your feet sure stinks."..Mother immediately took her shoe off and smelled it...and gagged.My Mother was known for her lack of humor when it came to her, and was so pissed, raising all kinds of insulted hell..while everyone was all distracted by her wails about her insulted self..uncle Hick ran off with all the money on the table..He said later, it wasn't planned, but considered it a golden opportunity and thanked my Mother for being such a no sense of humor bitch..
Daddy was sent to German and then France....he never spoke about it..even his favorite grandkid Thom couln't get him to tell him what happened..Our family is from Mesquite,Texas..and my Daddy had sent a letter to Big Mama about his arrival in France. She sent it to the hometown newspaper The Mesquite Mesquiter.....in it, Daddy said that "War is hell. When we got to France, we found that the German's had taken all the wine with them.."...That's my Daddy...
So for all their bootlegging and jeep stealing..each and everyone of the Roycroft Brothers fought for their country...Thanks Daddy, Uncle Joe, Uncle Jack and Uncle Hick...They are all gone now..but the pride their families feel for them will never go away..and their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren...would want them to know how proud we are to have had them fighting for us all those years ago...We are better each and everyone of us of it..
