cheers! Dog.  here's to less of um

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the times, man. 

wicked…hellinahandbasket times. 

…but they ain’t all bad dayz

jus’ more frequent lately

ahhh, …quit yo bitchin’ bear

& get on wit’somethin’       …yep

~~

the following is one of my favorite tall stories, …

kind of a metaphor for Americana, which was once

a blessing to behold but iz become the imbalance

that is this era of the bit by bit hacking away of

commoner liberties & civil viability..coupled

…with the blatant…deride of that good ‘ol

human common sense, once championed.

the arrogance of certain affluence is staggering:

~~

While duck hunting on a pond in rural Kentucky a D.C. attorney dropped a bird,

but it fell into a farmer’s field on the other side of a fenced property line.

As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his
tractor and asked him what he was doing.

The attorney responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now
I'm going to retrieve it. It’s none of your business old man.”

The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming over
here uninvited."

The indignant lawyer said, "Look, you old fart, I am one of the best trial attorneys

in the United States and, if you don't let me get my duck, I'll sue you and
take everything you own.

The old farmer paused, smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle
disputes here in Kentucky. We settle small disagreements like this with the
"Three Kick Rule."

The lawyer asked, "What is the Three Kick Rule?"

The Farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, first
I get to kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on
back and forth until someone gives up."

The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that
he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local
custom.

The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the
attorney. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel-toed work boot
into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees.

His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from
his mouth.

The lawyer was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to his rear end
sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie. The lawyer summoned every bit of
his will and managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of
his jacket, he angrily said, "Okay, now it's MY turn."

The old farmer paused, smiled and said,

"Naw, …I'm giving up. Take the duck.”

:o)