OBAMA, what the hell were you thinking, you had the world by the tail.  Once again it just goes to show you, that you  never send a boy to do a man's job.  From what of  I've seen of the crop of Liberal men ( To use the term lightly), they really don't have anybody that fits the bill.     Maybe they can get one of their she-males to step up to the plate.        

    What the Hell, is wrong with this country?  David Lettermen, is a prime example of a hyporitical liberal neutered male and the do as I say not as I do crowd.  If he had said those things about Mrs Obama and the Presidents daughters, he might as well have turned in his CBS parking pass.   But, since he said it about Gov. Palin and Willow its okay.  I noticed he didn't invite Todd Palin to come appear on his show,  I wonder why.   He would get his BUTT handed to him.    As a husband, father, brother, uncle, grandson, cousin and friend of women, I have had a few come to Jesus meeting with punks like Davie Lettermen.   I would be more than happy to help Davie boy learn some respect, the old fashion way.              

The things you see standing in line.  I pull up to the AM/PM to fill my 1993 Jeep, ( In need of new tires and a tune up.)  I stand there watching my childrens inhertiance click by.  I lift my eyes toward the heaven and think to myself  "WHAT THE HELL".    I smile at the young lady oppisite me filling a brand new Tahoe, with the rear seat full of 4 to 5 children ranging in age, I would guess from 1 and 4, she smiles back.  We both finish filling, our global warming SUVs, about the same time, we proceed to the cashier, me being the gentlemen my parents raised, let her go ahead of me, she reach into her purse and pulls out a wad of money ( From where I was I could make out five Ben Franklins, five or six Grants and a whole bunch of them Jacksons.  She pays for her gas with a Ben Franklin and gets two packs of smokes too.  Doing all of this without uttering a word, but with a language of pointing and head bobs.   I pay with a crumpled up Ben which I had tried to save as long as I could and get my free 20 oz soda, because my free card is full ( Dam its my lucky day.).   I loaf around town looking at things, I can't afford, ( Payin off my Childrens college loans, because this old redneck made to much to get the Federal Grants).   I remember that we need some Milk, so I pull into the Safeway and to do the milk thing.  Here I am waiting in line again, I noticed the young lady that I had seen before, she is pushin a cart full to the brim with the staples of life.   She is unloading her cart and cashier is pushing the items towards the bagger, the beeping of the IPCs is deafing.   Finally the beeping ends and the total is given.  Thank god I have good eye sight and hearing, me not being nosey, I just happened to over here the amont $510 and 28 cents.  I wait for her to pull out that wad of bills to pay, but what to my eyes appear, USDA Food Stamps.   I almost dropped my Moo Juice.   There she was in find threads and driving a brand new Tahoe, and paying with USDA Food Stamps.   I lift my eyes to the Heaven, shake my head and think to myelf  "What The Hell " .     I hear the woman speak in Spanish to another woman as rips the hard earned money right out of my wallet and she is robbing me and doesn't even know it, but I guess they do.     WHAT THE HELL                                  

What turns a Blue man to a Red man.  I was a Blue man, then I said those two words " I DO".  On that day the shade of Blue began to take on a redder tint.  Then I cut the cord to a new life, that was part of me, who would call me Daddy. The Blue was fading turning more red every day.  I served my country in far off lands and saw first hand, what socialism and communism had done and the red hue grew redder and redder.  Turning Red took me some time, I call it growing up, taking responiblity and becoming a man.   Blue men never grow up, they double speak and try and get something for nothing.  And blame their lot in life on others, instead of themselves.   I'm bright red now. 

Being a Redneck is hip now days.   I have chickens, geese and ducks for eggs and eatin, Rabbits to eat and for the furs.  Goats for eatin and milken.  Seeds and compost for plantin.   Pots and Jars for cannin.  A smoke house for smokin.  Lanterns/Kero/Candle for lighten   A tool room full of tools and extra parts to mendin.  A Water Well for a cookin and drinkin.  A Wood Stove and 20 cords of wood for a cookin and heatin.  Knifes for a cuttin and skinnin.  Guns for a huntin and protectin.  Knowledge for surivin.   I make six figures, but thank god I remembered my roots and never got rid of my redneck ways.   Those same smartass libs that used to call me a Redneck Hick and Nazis, now are askin me for a helpin hand.   I anwser in my redneck way, "Hell, ask the Messiah" he can change everything.