Damn Good Rain

What a good rain last few days. Sometimes I know that some things about old Moo Town don’t suck. Like the rain. I get tired of it too, but hell, when you get half an inch when you’re two inches down it’s like money from heaven. Things will green up good now. My humble advice is to forget about your stupid Moo Town politics for a little while and go for a walk in the hills and see the flowers and walk by the river and watch it run like I don’t know what.

Once I heard a few business suits on the bridge once talking one spring, and when I walked by I heard one say to the other that there was no stopping water. Well, hell. Glad to see at least two business suits out of the whole world have some common sense.

I’ve been driving around a bit in the old truck, checking out the rivers and how high they are. The Big Blackfoot is roaring, all washing over my old fishing spots, and the Bitterroot is cleaning house and you should see all the logs and branches coming down, sweepers that were pulled right out by the roots. The Clark Fork is higher than hell, but it ain’t as high as it’s been, that’s for sure. Still room to grow. But the rain is slowing down and the snow melt is too. Maybe we can save some for the summer.

Hell, the rain and the rivers even made the papers today. They got some people out at a gravel pit worrying about flooding out. Wouldn’t that be funny if the Reserve Street bridge got washed under? So they had to close it down? What would all the suckers do it they couldn’t go to Walmart and buy their chinese crap?

They are even worried about the sewage plant. What would happen if the city crap factory had to shut down? They’d just dump it all in the river, let people downstream smell it.

Had to laugh about the kayakers and their rodeo that got canceled out last week. They must have been crying in there beers. You’d think that the people who plan those things would have the sense to think about what time of the year the run off happens. Guess maybe they did, but mother nature fooled them. Can’t say I’m sad. In the summer they float around with some bullshit rap music polluting the air, so bad you can’t hardly walk across the bridge without wanting to puke and wonder why stupid white kids like gangster music, as they call it.

Sorry, I was in a pretty good mood for a little while.

But hell, like I was saying, the rain is good. They got it out east, too. The wheat farmers are real happy. I once seen a mailbox out east with a sign on it that said a good rain and a baby calf are always welcome. That’s for sure. Be glad somethings falling from heaven. We don’t often get presents like xmas.

Short one this week, folks. For once I’m in a good mood. But watch out for next week.

Lots of Ron Paulies Hot Under The Collar

I certainly got some people hot under the collar last week. All I got to say is watch out for pissed off Ron Paul groupies and spooked pack mules; shit and mantys and hooves are going to be flying, though I think an average mule is smarter than your average Ron Paul groupie. Seems like all the Ron Paulies could say is to call me retarded or I need a dictionary or on and on. Real good way to try and convince me that ‘ol Ron Paul is going to change the world.

First off, Ron Paulies – don’t take yourself so seriously. You’re all just kids. Which means you don’t know nothing. Go around the block a few times and maybe you’ll shake off the idea that some politician is going to change the world. Try going around the world a few times and you’ll get the idea that you don’t know nothing. Try having a gu pointed at you and having to make a life and death decision and not just get up in the morning and go see where to get a cup of joe to yaak about Ron Paul.

if you really read and think (well, shit – “think about it” – what an idea?) about it you see that you need to get your own horse saddled and your own barn cleaned out first, than you’ll see that politicians are just the same, or worse. They want to make you believe they’re the best thing since sliced bread so they can get into office and feather their own nest. Check and see if Ron Paul voted for to raise his own pay in Congress. Check to see what kind of lobby money he takes, how he pays to fly around on his plane. How big is his house? His shit stinks just like everyone elses.

It’s called politics. That’s the nature of the beast. It’s to make people like you lots and beleive your bullshit and vote so you get elected so you can make lots of money on the backs of the little guys.

And the local paper has been writing lots more opinion pieces and giving space in the paper for more people to run their mouths. Most of them have something to say. Except for the Ron Paulies. Every letter to the editor I see has got some hot under the collar bullshit and an argument that don’t make any sense and then, to top it off, as if w ain’t been reading, they end up their letter with some stupid shit like “The Ron Paul Revolution!” Like that’s going to impress anyone.

Hell, one of those letters wasn’t half bad, except for the last line. I was reading along and kind of agreeing wit some of it and thinking I cold he their point of view, and then I got tripped up and about fell flat on my face with the last line. That blew the hole letter for me. Then I figured he was just some Ron Paulie groupie spouting the same old shit. Only people that are going to nod their heads are other Ron Paulies. That’s called preaching to the choir. Look that up in your dictionary.

And littering the town with Ron Paul Revolution stickers on everything. You seriously think that someone sitting at a stop light is going to see that sticker and think, holy shit, I have to vote for that guy. He’s going to change the world!

Now, I know that the followers of some body, be it a politician, a religious person, or what have you, don’t necessarily have much to do with that person. We all know we can turn on the TV and see all kinds of preachers who think they are tight with Jesus and for that reason you should send your money to them. And if you really read The Good Book like a human being and not like a mule with blinkers on, you’ll find real, down to earth basic humanity and hear Jesus say that he’s not the leader of man, that he doesn’t want us kneeling before him or making lots of money for him. So if there’s a world of Ron Paulie’s spouting off about guns and the constitution and Montana and how the world needs to be fixed and King Bullshit Ron Paul is the man to do it, well, we do have to admit that many of them are still damp around the ears and they just don’t know shit and we mostly can’t judge Ron Paul by his groupies.

Sounds like a bunch of these Ron Paulies want to go to war for this guy. All these wars that people fight over what they think is right. If you read the bible and the koran and all those books you’ll find that they all say that. Nothing stupider than fighting a war over someone’s god. Nothing stupider than going to war over some politician or what a politician says.

I got a kid from the U to show me how to turn comments on and off. I gave you Ron Paulie’s a chance. But you all blew it last time.

God I’m sick of the politics. I don’t know who’s going to be president and I almost don’t care. They’re all proven to be the same. And all their groupies are proven to be the same.

Go do something down the street from where you’re at. Try using your brain. If you really want to change the world, that is. Go help some old lady without thinking about how your going to make money off of her. Go be nice to some animal who can’t help itself. Forget about some bullshit politician saving the world.

So long for now.

And yes, my dog Scrap Iron is smarter than your Ron Paulie Groupie