Hubbard Conservative Surrenders to Clintonistas

J. D. Phellps, owner/operator, and part time philosopher, at the Hubbard City Gas Station, chose July 4th to hoist a white flag above his station. When questioned by Aunt Martha for her Hubbard City News publication, the totally distraught oil man said, "I have completely and totally surrendered with no demands, terms, or conditions. I am at my wit's end, and unable to continue the fight against Liberals."

J. D. is a long time Conservative and has never voted anything but a straight Republican ticket---- until now.

As the flag unfurled in the Central Texas breeze, Aunt Martha could barely make out the tear stained writing:

PLEASE BRING BACK BILL CLINTON

Think about it,

Jim

A Story about a Retiree's Greedy Use of the Public's Energy in Central Texas

A friend from Waco was given this information about a Dentist who retired to a rural area and shared the following story. A story that is so relevant today as American's greedily waste the government's precious energy while polluting the atmosphere causing the 4th of July to be our warmest holiday. This story could happen to any of us "handy guys" unless the Environmental Protection Agency, led by our new President, provides us more protection.

The Dentist's Story

"We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in rural areas because of the Meth Labs. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence. Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.

One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way. It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all. Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.

Time stood still. The first thing I notice is my male organ trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine. It seems as though the fence charger and lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.

Science says you cannot have a BM, urinate, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... but Dad always had those little chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.

This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas. 'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank! Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. I think 'Oh God please die ... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot. So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day ... he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created. I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ...I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas.

It was later on in the day and I was sunburned. There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire. Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things: 1- Three of my teeth seem to have melted. 2- I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right). 3- My left eye will not open. 4- My right eye will not close. 5- The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that. 6- I can turn on the TV in the game room by expelling gas while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???).

That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow. The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow."

As we approach our Independence Day Celebration President Obama joins us all in asking the simple and patriotic question, "How might our government stop each and everyone of us from wasting the government's energy and sending unwanted bodily emissions into our environment by increasing government revenues without calling it a tax unless the waster makes over $250, 000 or is at least a white male?".

Here's to you, algore,

Jim

A Small Story About a Big Saturday Night at Carl's Corner

Scott and Pat Riddle, cattle baron and baroness, Sue Hammock, and I went to Carl's Corner located on I35 between Hillsboro and Dallas on Saturday night two weeks ago (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_dyhCY9At0&feature=related). We were there to see Billy Roy Michum's band. He was performing in the impressive Willie Nelson Theatre, and drew a very nice crowd. By the way, Billy Roy does Merle Haggard better than Merle.

We were able to visit with many locals since BR is from Hubbard. One told me a story about Scotty Anderson who grew up bagging groceries at his dad's store. A frequent customer was a self proclaimed unemployed musician whose wife paid all the bills while really working hard at multiple jobs and raising several children.

When Scotty asked how the self proclaimed gentleman pulled this off, his answer was "she makes the living, and I make the living good."

As fate would have it, that is not all the gentleman made. He had two, not one but two, sons who became starters in the National Football League.

By the way, Billy Roy is about 5 years my junior which enbled me to sell him my slightly used motor skooter a few years back. OK, maybe more than a few years back. OK, maybe more than slightly used. But I digress.

Think about "making the living good" for someone and you may get really special results,

Jim