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Profit or Profess? Realities Collide When Duck Dynasty Meets GQ Magazine

December 26, 2013

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Public relations manipulation. Last week I did a little random sampling of cable TV news shows as research into the biggest waterfowl-related scandal since Daffy and Donald were photographed topless in the August ’78 Outdoor Magazine, Duckgate, the Duck Dynasty/GQ story that only deaf/mute under-rock dwellers and Himalayan sherpas are unaware of at this point. […]

A Wee Little Bit O’ Politics

October 16, 2013

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I haven’t written much about politics lately. I’ve been discouraged this year by my beloved democratic party, the way leftward leaning pols like Pelosi, Nelson, Menendez and the sitting president, suddenly started sounding like Darth Cheney, ‘Let’s Bomb Syria! Chemical Weapons! (Weapons of Mass Destruction?) Gasp & Egads! What about our CREDIBILITY? Liberals for war. […]

Not So Deep Roots

July 12, 2013

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  About a year ago my mother moved into an old house in the country. How old you ask? Her landlord has a picture of her grand pappy when he was a baby in a diaper on the front porch of the home. The ‘baby’ in that picture, he died at the age of 96 […]

Hut-Hut

May 31, 2013

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I love football. I really do. I played from junior high through the ninth grade. I was awful, a huge disappointment to coaches and teammates alike, but I played. Like many of you, I enjoy watching football, from little ones on the Pee Wee field to high school to college and on up to the […]

Private School(s) for Sinners Like Me Part 2

May 29, 2013

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As the 1980’s got started, my comic book crime spree ended. I got busted by a grocery store manager, but not just any grocery store manager. No, I had the misfortune of getting caught in an act of shoplifting by a grocery store manager who also happened to be a fellow member of the Bastrop […]

Private School(s) for Sinners Like Me

May 23, 2013

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I found myself in private school because I was a thief, a shoplifter to be exact. It started when I was very young, 8 or 9 nine years old I guess. I didn’t steal jewels or cash, I was a comic book thief. My grandmother shopped for groceries once a week at the same Safeway […]