Another month shot to Hell. Don’t worry about March, Bucky is on board!
Nice curves - and the girl isn't bad, either!
The Boys were over last night to play poker and other guy stuff. We ran out of Jack about 2:30 a.m. It’s been nothing but some sissy-ass beer since then. I’m all in the pot. Sit down, shut-up and hold on tight. I’m not leaving empty handed.
It's been tough getting up lately since I got my new mattress.
************************************************************* Would you read the stupid joke already! Any more of those nachos left???
A man goes hunting with a bunch of his friends on his land!! They have been hunting a while when his best friend says, “Hey, I can see in your bedroom with my scope. Who’s that man in the bedroom with your wife?”
“What? are you joking?” the husband asks.
The friend replies, “No, honestly. I can see them!!”
“Fine shoot her in the head and him in the privates!!” the husband says
His friend replies, “I CAN GET THAT IN ONE SHOT!!!!!!!!”
Ha, I guess that will teach her a lesson! Bi-otch!!
Make it an extra large on that coffee, Dear. The Party has started in Daytona and those customs never looked “purtier.” I’m ready to ride.
February 26th through March 6th, 2010 – Daytona Bike Week is where the fun is at.
It gets wild in Florida during Bike Week as you can see from this video of last year’s event. It’s not too late to get in on the action. Ride all day, ride all night, just get there. There will be miles of chrome and leather covered V-twin leviathans. There’ll be bearded, leather clad bikers sporting lots of tatoos. And wait til you see what the guys look like. Pretty freaky! Did you see that Trike shaped like a double-cheeseburger in the video? I think that was Mayor McCheese riding that thing.
Custom paint - nice chrome!
I guarantee that there will be plenty to see and do during the week long festivities. If you can’t make it this year it’s never to late to start planning for 2011. Be sure to use the links to find more details on this exciting extravaganza. It’s Bike Week, you gotta love it!
If you don’t ride then you probably won’t understand it. There is a passion people have for their 2 wheeled “scrap iron” that is deeper than it is for the 4 wheel variety. And in some parts of the country it is primo riding weather. By May it will be getting pretty hot at mid-day here in the desert. By August the best ride is at about dawn.
Any day that you can ride is a good day in my book. Even time spent shining up the chrome is like time spent with your best friend. It just doesn’t get any better than this. There are the sights, the sounds and the smells of the road, all are part of the lure of a gypsy-like mystique created from biker legends.
Ever notice how often the graphics include flames? Cause it's hot in Hell!
Do me one favor. If you end up going and have a bit too much to drink, please have a designated driver. One more thing, wait to sober up before you decide on getting that tatoo. You may not ever see “Sylvia” again or even remember her face, until she shows up next year with a bambino that looks very, very much like you!
Don’t forget to gas up and check the tires before you mount up. Maybe we’ll see you in Sturgis this summer. Watch out for those prairie dogs. Remember to keep the shiny side up and the rubber side down.
Hugh Loves ya, Baby!
Albert Einstein: Try not to become a man of success but rather try to become a man of value.
I don’t even need the “Brain Juice” this morning. Looks like it will be a great weekend here in our little desert domain. Look out everybody, Bucky is here! TGIF!
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This looks like a 70s flashback, for sure. I give it a thumbs down. I guess that wasn’t my thumb. Let’s just leave it at that. Hugh left this shit for me to post. Don’t even bother, I say screw Hugh! Oh, what the hell. Go ahead and watch.
If you haven’t guessed it already then I’ll make it perfectly clear. Hugh dragged his tired old skanky ass out to the Rodeo bright and early. That leaves Bucky in charge, and Bucky don’t play no games like Hugh do. I’m gonna throw a little humor atcha and turn you loose for your own brand of bad behavior. It don’t get no crazier.
Joke? Here’s a dirty one… The Taste Test
A blind man walks into a dinner and sits down at a booth. The Waiter walks up to his table.
“What can I get you today?” says the Waiter.
“I have kind of a strange request.” says the blind man.
“What’s that?” says the Waiter.
“Can I have the unwashed fork of the person you waited on before me?” says the blind man.
The waiter thinks for a minute.
“Um ok” says the Waiter and he brings the blind man the fork and the blind man slips it into his mouth. He sucks on it for a short time.
“The meat loaf and mash potatoes are delicious I’ll have that” says the blind man.
The waiter is grossed out, but he is also impressed that the man was right about the dish. The blind man eats, leaves a nice tip and walks out. The blind man comes back the next two days in a row with the same request and both times he is correct about the dish eaten by the person before him. The next day when he arrives the Waiter notices him walking in.
“Jenny, Jenny!” the Waiter says flagging down a Waitress he works with.
“This time I wanna have some fun with this guy. Here put this into your panties.” He says as he hands Jenny a fork. Jenny giggles and does as he asked. He walks but to the table with the fork in hand ready for the blind man’s daily request. The blind man as always asks for the fork of the person waited on before him. The Waiter hands him the fork fighting back his laughter. The blind man pops it into his mouth.
“hmmmmm.” says the blind man sucking the fork for a short time
“I had no idea Jenny worked here!”
Here is your STUPID News story:
Now that you’ve mentioned it…
In all likelihood, convicted murderer Paul Powell would have been sentenced to life in prison for his 1999 crime, but he could not resist gratuitously ridiculing the prosecutor. Powell’s original sentence of death was overturned because of a technicality in Virginia law: The “aggravated” circumstance in a murder that warrants the death penalty must be committed against the actual murder victim (whereas the prosecutor had proved only that Powell had also raped the victim’s sister). Powell assumed that the prohibition against “double jeopardy” thus ruled out the death penalty and so decided to gloat, calling the prosecutor “stupid” and taunting him with details of his crimes. For the first time, Powell admitted that he had also raped the murder victim. That was evidence of a new aggravated circumstance (i.e., no “double jeopardy”), and the prosecutor obtained a death sentence. In January 2010, the U.S. Supreme Court rejected Powell’s appeal. [CNN, 1-25-10]
And here is your closing quote:
“Life is just a shit sandwich without any bread!” – Bucky O’hara
I’ve had my cowboy coffee, Hon. Let me pull on these boots and grab my hat and head out toward town. Today’s the day of the Tucson Rodeo and Parade.
The Rodeo Song was a juke box favorite at local watering holes about 30 years ago.
It’s time to enjoy a good ol’ western tradition. No, I don’t mean rustling cattle or hanging horse thieves. I’m talking about the RODEO!
Buffalo Soldiers - Photo courtesy of Peg Price
The Tucson Rodeo and La Fiesta de los Vaqueros is going on now. The annual parade is on Thursday February 25th this year. That’s today! Known as the World’s Longest Non-motorized Parade it dates back to 1925. These photos of horses and costumed riders show just part of its spectacle. It owes its origin to a group of local businessmen that included both cattleman, car dealer and Architect among them. Fredric Leighton Kramer, who is recognized as the event’s founder, had recently purchased ranch land NE of Tucson and wanted to stage an event to attract Winter visitors to the town. After collaborating with local ranches and cowboys the Tucson Rodeo and Parade were born. I clipped this straight from the official website to give you an idea of what the “Old Pueblo” was about back 85 years ago. Tombstone may be the “Town too tough to die”, but Tuscon is a town that knows how to LIVE.
Headline in the Arizona Daily Star in 1925 reads: “Cowboys are asked not to shoot up the town” Tucson in 1925 was a frontier town: The first Tucson Rodeo was held in the middle of Prohibition. With so many visitors expected, decisions were made to clean up the town. Arizona State Prohibition Director Frank Pool led a force of federal officials to town two weeks prior to the rodeo. The Arizona Daily Star reported that 25 stills were captured and an estimated 300 gallons of moonshine destroyed. T-bone steaks sold for .27 a pound. A Stetson hat cost $8. Prizes at the 1925 Rodeo Parade included a 750-lb. block of ice, 100 lbs. of potatoes and a “Big Cactus” ham.
Miss Rodeo Arizona - photo courtesy of Peg Price
Rodeo emphasizes its image as rooted in western folklore and being a uniquely American creation. It in fact derives from the working practices of the Spanish ranchers and their Vaqueros (Mexican ranch hands) and is a combination of bull fighting and cattle wrangling dating back to the 16th century conquistadors. Over the decades the rodeo has become an inseperable part of western identity that is now genuinely an American tradition. The long succession of Champions that have been crowned results in a rich proud history for the sport.
If you come to Tucson this weekend then plan to attend the Rodeo and other events. There will be music, dancing, food and much, much more. Don’t miss it!
Tell me your Rodeo story, leave a comment or send an email to AskHugh@hughcares.net.
Sincerely yours,
Hugh “Sagebrush” Betcha
Edward Gibbon: I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Health Care InitiativeI’m confused, or maybe not. I’m pouring a fresh cup (decaf, it’s healthier); join me? Seems like things are happening faster and faster these days. “Oh, Hugh. You’re just getting old.” Or so they say. Roll video and let me lay it out for you.
Blah, blah, blah… It is beginning to give me a headache and my health insurance plan doesn’t even cover the cost of aspirin. The debate is truly confusing and filled with misinformation. Let Hugh help you decipher some of the rhetoric. First a few related News stories. Does health care reform need life support? See more on this MSNBC.com video.
With the recent election of Scott Brown to the Senate the White House has been in a spin with the loss of their Senate super majority. I found it amusing when I read an article that claims the mothers of each man descended from a common ancestor. The New England Historic Genealogical Society says Obama’s mother, Stanley Ann Dunham, and Brown’s mother, Judith Ann Rugg, both descend from Richard Singletary of Haverhill, Mass. How ironic! It was bad enough that President Barack Obama lost his filibuster-proof margin in the U.S. Senate to a Republican. Now it turns out he also lost it to a relative.
And as we debate the merits of a new system that would emulate our neighbors to the North, we have this story reported earlier this month – Canadian official seeks heart surgery in US. It seems the Premier of Newfoundland was not able to obtain what he felt was the necessary treatment for his medical condition within the Canadian system. His Deputy, Kathy Dunsdale, is quoted as saying, “Ultimately we have to be the gatekeepers of our own health.”
Ah, yes. That brings us to Hugh’s view of the Health Care Crisis. My initiative involves personal responsibility. Without it we will never make progress in reducing the cost of maintaining good health. I don’t intend to brag. I just like to show that I do listen to my own advice. We do practice what we preach here at Hugh’s Place. I hope to lead by example. Here are my suggestions.
Diet: Stop cramming those Bacon Double Cheeseburgers down your gullet and supersizing the fries and coke. You only end up with a super-sized ass! I did. We all need to eat healthier foods. Lower the amount of fat and salt in your diet. Eat more fruits and vegetables. You should also know what vitamins, minerals and other essential nutrients. And finally, drink plenty of water everyday. This is an under appreciated concept. We are 2/3 water, figure it out.
Exercise: Get off the couch and take a walk, go for a bike ride, skip a rope or Zumba. Just get moving. Always consult your Dr. regarding pre-existing conditions that may limit activities. We no longer get the physical exercise we once did in this country. GET MOVING! Learn proper breathing techniques. This is another misunderstood function of life. Learn and practice deep breathing.
Lifestyle Changes: For Heaven’s sake, stop smoking and curtail or limit (everything in moderation) alcohol consumption. These are two of the most destructive of our bad habits in life. Give your poor lungs and liver a break. I banished the tobacco demon in 2001. My energy and stamina have increased ever since. You can do it too! Watch the caffeine, too much can be a dangerous thing. If you have any other substance addictions you already know what they are. Deal with them.
Posture: Most of us are not well informed about the importance of good posture, it’s benefits to overall health and how to practice it. Since finding a Chiropractor who literally straightened me out in 2006 I have been able to resume normal activity. I’ve had back pain since 1967 and with the proper exercise, proper bending and lifting and by practicing good posture I am now more flexible and pain free.
I’ll be turning 60 soon and have lost 25 pounds and increased and toned muscle (not just in my head, either). If this old poop can do it, you can too. This should give you something to think about. I have included some helpful links throughout the text to get you started. We each have our own physical needs and limitations. There is no “one size fits all.” We should each develop our own personal health care responsibility plan. I urge you to start today.
I haven’t said anything you haven’t heard before. This time listen, if not to Hugh, then listen to YOU! Your inner self is crying out, “HELP ME!”
Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy: Sendentary people are apt to have sluggish minds. A sluggish mind is apt to be reflected in flabbiness of body and in a dullness of expression that invites no interest and gets none.
No time for the Arbuckle, Dear! I’m off to ride the wind. Zip me up, it’s cold out there. At least the roads are dry and the Harley is all gassed up.
Hugh is taking the day off for a little “Me Time!” I’m leaving you in good hands, though. Let me introduce you to The Ministry of Minor Perfidy. Here is a sample from Patton. I hope you enjoy him and the other Ministers. I’ll be back tomorrow. That’s all the warning you’re going to get.
Confucius say: If you are in a book store and cannot find the book for which you search, you are obviously in the…
Friends and family of “Joe Stack” can thank Tiger Woods and the media for removing the spotlight so they can mourn in peace. Looks like Tiger may be a glutton for punishment. Pass the java juice dear.
I’m not into the Celeb Gossip scene. My personal fascination lies in watching the reaction of the media as they hound, harrass and harangue those illustrious luminaries who fall from grace. Most of these people have no one to blame but themselves.
So Tiger hopes to restore his reputation and good name. Stop being a jerk and an adulterer and you will have at least begun the process. I recall when a young Tiger Woods burst upon the scene and was besting his older more experienced competition right out of the gate. There was excitement in watching his phenomenal performance. How did he do it? Hard work and dedication was a key factor. His Father was his mentor and the man he looked to for guidance and encouragement. Perhaps it was the loss of his father that left him without a moral compass.
I choose not to judge the man. You may do so if you choose. I say let Tiger be the judge of his own behavior. He is the one who must do whatever it takes to redeem himself in the eyes of his family and his fans. It will likely come down to money. The money to be made from his endorsements. If his name can remain a marketable commodity then all is well in corporate America. It’s tends to be about the bottom line.
It will be up to his spin-doctors and advisors to come up with the magic formula for success. Tiger is a major talent in sports and therefore a major commodity. There are many who will remain in his camp and support him during this difficult phase. Not everyone is so fortunate. Remember Paul Rubens, a.k.a. Pee Wee Herman. He was accused of public indecency, a charge later shown to be false. He was at least guilty of attending the showing of a sleazy porn flick. Admittedly, this is not a suitable image for his young fan base. How about Steve, the “Dude, you’re getting a Dell” guy. He was caught smoking weed and was forever banished from the public eye. The punishment may not always fit the crime.
In the end it will be a question of who cares. I can tell you this, Hugh doesn’t, Do you? Let me know what you think. AskHugh@HughCares.net.
Drop a Tylenol in that cup of tar, sweet thing, I was up all night with those sciatic demons. We’re staying inside again today. Looks like another rainy day.
The weather has put me in a thoughtful mood and my back has me tied in knots. I’ll be brief and you be you. Together we will make it through.
It is a day to stay indoors and contemplate. A time to appreciate what we have and accept the losses we must endure in life. Hug your babies and kiss your mate, they may be taken from you suddenly. Tomorrow may bring joy or pain, so just stay in the present and with faith you’ll find the strength to cope.
There is tragedy and there is ecstacy. We can share in both. Help those that need a hand and find compassion for all mankind; for those you know and those you’ve never met, we are all as one. Take a moment to reflect. Remember, after the rain you’ll find a rainbow.
“Share the Love” February 14th -February 28th
Anne Bradstreet: If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Where do you begin to tell such a story. I guess the beginning would be the best place to start. Usually I write with tongue planted firmly in cheek. Today I am serious, deadly serious. I’ll pass on the coffee this morning.
It begins like the story of most Americans of his generation. A generation raised in a time of promise and prosperity. A time when we believed we had ascended to become the “greatest country on earth.” A country founded on the principles of truth, liberty, justice and democracy. A country ruled by the governed. In the end it was not how Joe Stack saw it.
It was, in his own words, a matter of choice. The choices he had made throughout his life were those that would lead to his eventual demise. His final choice was vengence. In a vain attempt to reclaim what he had lost he struck a final blow at what he percieved to be an injustice of epic proportions. What he had lost was more than money or material wealth. He had lost faith in his country. He had lost respect for the leadership of this country and the institutions upon which it was founded. In the end he lost his life.
He blamed the IRS and Congress for his woes. He blamed them for the convoluted Tax Code that is admittedly incomprehensible. Even those who have constructed the volumes of legal mumble jumble are at a loss to definitively interpret its meaning. Each year we are told that 50 experts can arrive at 50 different interpretations in preparing the return of the average taxpaying John Q. Public; none of which agree with that of the IRS.
Joe Stack, American citizen. Educated, hardworking and dedicated to making a better life for himself and his family. Sadly, forces much greater than himself conspired to bring it all down around him. It was a series of events that compounded the consequences of those decisions for which he alone must ultimately be held responsible.
Was he right to take steps that ended in acts of rage and fury? Does the fault lie within himself or do we all take responsibilty for our lack of social and political activism? How did we ever come so far down this road toward tyranny? Is there a way back?
During the 60s there was a great deal of activism. There was unrest in America. Students protesting what they saw as an illegal and unjust war. People marching for racial equality. I can only speculate how this affected a young Joe Stack. I know how it affected me. Watching nightly the carnage that would unfold on that small screen in our living room left me dazed and confused. Could we believe what LBJ and MacNamara were telling us? Somehow we moved on to the next chapter in our collective history.
Who was Joe Stack and how will he be remembered; patriot, lunatic or perhaps just a misguided fool? In the end he was still one of us. He was an American who only wanted what he had been taught to believe in. He wanted fairness and justice from his Government.
Will anything change? Not unless we change our own beliefs and stop leaving it up to the career politicians to make all our decisions for us. It is time to take a stand for what we believe and work to change a system that has become mired in deceit and corruption. Join a Political Party, form a new Party. Volunteer and vote!
We need to have the workings of government open to all citizens. We need access to the truth. Today the often used term is transparency; a new buzz word meant to misdirect our attention from the truth. In the past we used the more appropriate term of disclosure. Until we demand full disclosure from our leaders they will continue to use this so called transparency to obfuscate and to cloud the truth.
We spend far too much time debating the issue of “what the definition of IS is” and other Clintonisms. Has the intelligence of the people sunk to such a level that they don’t recognize BULLSHIT when they are up to their noses in it? Has apathy reached such heights that we no longer care? I pray that it has not.
This is truly a sad day in America. A day of tragedy, not just for Joe Stack, his family and those killed and injured on the ground. These are lives that were lost because one man lashed out at a system he perceived to be the root cause of his problems. They will not have been lost in vain if we can learn from our past mistakes and not doom ourselves to repeat them.
I’m taking the day off tomorrow to remember and to contemplate the actions that we must take in the future to assure that we restore honor and dignity to America and ALL its citizens.
To read his story in his own words I have included this download of the letter he posted before taking his fateful and final flight. That the FBI insisted it be taken down only lends credence to his allegations that the Government wants to hide the TRUTH! I’m sure what they really want is transparency! I offer it freely. God Bless America!
Demosthenes: There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies as against despots. What is it? Distrust.
Fumble with the coffee pot and fumble with the toaster. Starting the day just isn’t the same without the ”Chiefie.” She’ll be back in a couple days and then we can get back to normal, eh Cali?
For some it is sailing out onto the open seas, as the song said, nothing but blue sky and ocean. To others it is the experience of flight, soaring bird-like above the clouds. Still others get that adrenaline rush from extreme sports, like sky-diving or base jumping.
What is it that affects you in that way? The thing that simultaneously scares you half to death, yet makes you feel like you’ve never been so alive. It can raise our conciousness to another reality. We escape, momentarily, the bonds of earth.
For me that comes with riding, and riding means two wheels and a V-Twin. I’m not talking about those “crotch-rockets” that whiz through traffic like a strafing hornet or killer-bee; a racing inspired, fiberglass & steel bullet, where the rider looks like a helmeted monkey strapped to a hell bound missle.
No sir, I’m talking a chrome & tin piece of “rolling thunder” that you ride while sitting in an easy “cowboy slouch.” Secure in the saddle of this steel stallion there exists a Man-Machine synergy. This resonance of being or reality allows solitude to express itself in a way that expands the mind and renews the soul. Finding a peaceful backroad permits communion with nature and with our higher power. It provides an escape from the harsh realities of our daily lives.
I hope each of you has found that singular activity that transports you to a world all your own. Use it often and wisely so that it continues to bring you solace.
Share with me the activity that brings you to this isle of ecstacy and rapture. Leave a comment or send me and email. AskHugh@hughcares.net .
Sincerely yours,
Hugh Betcha
May Sarton: Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
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