'They're taking this country over!'..

This is a phrase that has baffled me since childhood.

'They'..'Them'..'Those people'..

I mean,in this country,unless you're an American Indian,(in which case,your ancestors theoretically immigrated to North America from Asia..But I digress),somewhere along your genealogical line,you were a 'They'.
This isn't a rant,..just an observation.

America is the 'Great Melting Pot',and I've always considered that to be our greatest strength.
I take special note of this on the day we celebrate the institution of our Declaration of Independence,when I think about the lofty ideals it proposes...Those self-evident facts so eloquently enumerated.
..And I consider my own eclectic heritage.

Stone cold German on my Father's side,..Scotch/Irish,with a smidgen of Comanche Indian thrown in for that extra-spicy touch on my Mother's side.
My paternal Grandfather arrived in this country two short generations ago under questionable circumstances,(No immigration records to be found),but I can trace my maternal roots in America all the way back to the Shenandoah Valley in pre-Civil War Virginia.
So,..I'm as American as apple pie,..corn liquor,jerked venison,and sauerkraut.

As an American,I revel in the wonderful assortment of ethno/geographical influences in myself,..just like I expect my Afro-American Nieces and Nephews,as well as my Hispanic Nieces, Nephews and Grandson to revel in theirs.
It's the American way,..and we're taking over.

Comes now,in deference to my lineage,a haunting ballad performed by a lovely Irish lass.
It tells the story of a Civil War soldier,crossing the Missouri River with his Indian bride.
It just doesn't get any more American than that!
..Unless it's your own unique story.



'Shenandoah'

Thursday Memory Dump..

Gizzy is looking quite fetching in her new Lion 'do!
This is her,'I'm so happy I could shit a golden brick' look.


These next two are kinda cool..
I call them,'Trees Swallowing Fences'.



Our crop of vintage grapes is coming along nicely!

'Shrooms..

I like to lay out my clothes the night before..

The historic O-Town Whore House has been meticulously restored down to the last detail!

I'm told this sinister looking vine will produce great ginormous pumpkins,but I've never seen them growing in the wild,..so I just don't know.

I want to wish everyone a joyous and festive 4th O' July!
Please celebrate responsibly,and remember what my old Uncle Three-Fingers used to say..

'Fireworks should be treated like a woman'...

• Place on a hard level surface.
• Light fuse.
• Get Away!

Sometimes...

• I try liver, just to see if I might like it...I never do.


• I forget how to spell 'definately..deffinitly..definitely'.


• When I leave the house early in the morning on my bicycle,I get about three blocks down the road before I remember to check and see if I'm wearing pants.


• I go out of my way to piss people off.


• I watch 'Cops' on TV,..just so I can get pissed off.


• I use ketchup instead of mustard.


• I wish I didn't know now,what I didn't know then.


• I feel Yiddish.


• I think God is a comedian,with an audience that's afraid to laugh.


• I'm pretty sure there's something they're not telling me.


• I save pieces of velcro,because I might need it someday.


• ..I Meme myself, 'cause I don't have anything to blog about.
  

Is it just me,..or did Farrah get screwed?

Of course,by now everyone is aware that Farrah Fawcett and Micheal Jackson both passed away on the same damm day!
I feel the loss of each,(as well as the loss of Ed McMahon a few days earlier),in the sense that they all had an impact on my generation,and as time goes by, I expect I'll be seeing more and more of my contemporaries moving on..as it were.

I'm struck this day by what I think is something of an unfair disparity in the coverage of this unusual development.
I mean,.. if Mike hadn't died within hours of Farrah,we'd be focused a lot more on her brave battle with a terminal disease,..not to mention the whole Ryan O'Neil 'Love Story' example of life imitating art,..which I find poetically poignant.

I don't know,..it just seems odd to me that the media attention is largely dedicated to the admittedly untimely death of Micheal Jackson.

I'm really not trying to take anything away from his remarkable career,but I'm guessin' it has a lot to do with all the controversy that surrounded the guy in the last few years.
I just can't help feeling that our priorities may be a tad skewed.

..And that's my two-cents worth.

Quite naturally,there will be a number of musical tributes to Mike out there in Bloggertown today.
This is as it should be..

I highly recommend stopping by my dear friend Rainey's house,and checking out her cool MJ memory!..
I don't want to give away too much,but it has Communists and everything!

In the meantime,I've chosen an old favorite I'd like to dedicate to Farrah, my pubescent..ummm..inspiration,..and pretty much every little boy's dream!



'Hey nahnie ding dong,..a lang-a lang-a lang'.
..That stuff's poetry right there!

'Sh-Boom'