Whiskey River

Whiskey River take my mind.
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry.
You're all I got take care of me.

Yes, that is perhaps the ultimate Willie Nelson song.

I learned to drink beer so long ago that I hate to think about it. Olympia (do they still make that crap?), Schlitz, Falstaff, Miller, Bud, Bush, Coors.

I had drank wine and some mixed drinks. For a time rum and coke were what I craved. Haven't tasted one in nearly two decades.

Along the way through my life I tasted Irish and Scotch whiskeys and decided that they were for me. Scotch more than Irish. The flavor was more rich and complex.

Yes, I've used whiskey for analgesia. When Vicodin didn't ease the pain after surgery Scotch did.

I'd avoided bourbon. To me bourbon was the foul-tasting stuff I sometimes mistook for soda in a glass that tasted worse than medicine. Bourbon balls were different, but just barely.

The move to Texas has prompted me to explore more whiskeys than just Irish and Scotch.

So far I've tasted Jack Daniels, a Tennessee bourbon and Bulleit, a Kentucky bourbon. I've also tasted Crown Royal. The Canadian whiskey on the rocks seemed light, almost tasteless. I prefer richer flavors.

Jack Daniels is OK. I'm trying to decide if I prefer Kentucky to Tennessee method. Kentucky is limestone filtered, Tennessee is charcoal filtered. There are some complex differences between the two I tried.

The flavor is not as bad as I recall. There are rich flavors that rival those I find in Scotch. I think I'll be exploring these for a time.

Tomorrow I should be trying my father's brand, Jim Beam.

NOTE: Alcohol and gunpowder do not mix. I will not touch a gun or gun part when drinking. When touching guns or gun parts I do not drink. Even though I do not drink past a certain warm feeling I know that my judgement is impaired and I could ease up on my safety discipline.
I've already had one negligent discharge in my life. I was young. I was stupid. No one got hurt. I want that to be the only one for the rest of my life.

I don't normally post this stuff

I don't normally post this sort of thing, but the headline leaped out to grab my attention.

British dwarf's penis gets stuck to hoover

That's bad enough, but the first paragraph was worse.

EDINBURGH (AFP) - A dwarf performer at the Edinburgh fringe festival had to be rushed to hospital after his penis got stuck to a vacuum cleaner during an act that went horribly awry.

You may ask your self "How could this NOT have gone awry?" Dwarf, fringe festival, vacuum cleaner. Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me.

It's not that the size of the performer that makes for trouble. No, it's the one-up spirit of things like a "fringe festival". Last year the 450 lb transvestite singing "The Good Ship Lollipop" was the big "thing". So what's a guy to do but get out his Hoover and stick it...

You can see the problem. It could have been the 450 lb transvestite who suffered this fate if things had turned out different.

Adios Colorado, Hey y'all, Texas

After ten years of watching an otherwise attractive state being subjected to Californication.

For those who haven't suffered from this unnatural act Califorinication is where the worst liberal ideas that never worked in California are shoved down the throat of honest citizens.

If the incompetent slime balls doing this statute-tory rape were at least modestly talented at providing basic services it wouldn't be so bad. Such is not the case, though.

A moron who doesn't see that gun control never reduces crime is also not capable of removing snow from streets and sidewalks. That is why Denver suffered this past winter and why I wasn't sticking around. A corrupt lawyer who lets illegal aliens stay in this country after committing crimes is presiding over a state plagued by increasing crime.

There are great people in Colorado and I hope they make their escape someday.

I'm now residing in a state that hasn't had much corruption from the Left Side.

Some things that stand out about what's different between here and there. Used to be that when I took gun-related material into my employer (to read when on official break) I felt I had to hide it. If caught with a gun magazine I felt like I may face termination. I had to conceal carry LITERATURE or face penalties.

On Friday I spotted a fellow employee openly carrying a copy of "Shotgun News". Imagine that. Open carry of gun literature while at work! Won't see that in Colorado.

In Colorado I didn't talk a lot about my hobbies. Telling people you spent the weekend training with guns could get you a pink slip in Colorado.

Here the cute blond with the low-cut tops is complaining about (and displaying) the "hickey" her 20 gauge left on her shoulder during a family trap shoot over the weekend. She also complained that her little brother's 28 gauge wasn't enough gun for her tastes. Cute blonde nurses who are more macho than Dick Cheney. Won't find that in Colorado.

And last but not least there is that herb that I crave. I find it plentiful here, though some sources for it are better than others. It's an herb that I found hard to obtain in Colorado.

I am referring of course to...

OKRA. Particularly fried okra. I've found a small cafe that will sell some pretty good fried okra at $2.00 a heaping plate. So far theirs is the best in town, too.

I think I'm gonna like it here.