Tales From The Tall Grass
 

A man was telling his buddy "You won't believe what happened last night.
My daughter walked into the living room and said, "Dad, cancel my allowance, immediately, forget my college tuition loan, rent my room out, throw all my clothes out the window, take my TV and my laptop. Please take any of my jewelry to the Salvation Army or Cash Converters. Then, sell my car, take my front door key away from me and throw me out of the house. Then, disown me and never talk to me again. Don't forget to write me out of your will and leave my share to any charity you choose."


"Holy Smokes," replied the friend, "she actually said that?"

"Well, she didn't put it quite like that. She actually said, 'Dad, meet my new boyfriend-- Mohammed. We're going to work together on Hillary's election campaign together!'"

How to Destroy a Free Nation.
 

Subject: That Saul Alinsky was a very clever guy ....
and he wrote this in 1972 he must have known something we didn't so who was Saul Alinsky?
Saul David Alinsky, a writer, was an American community organizer and writer. He is generally considered to be the founder of the modern community organizing movement.
(Socialism/Communism) He is most noted for his book Rules for Radicals.
Died: June 12, 1972, Carmel-by-the-Sea, CA
Education: University of Chicago
Spouse: Irene Alinsky
Books: Rules for Radicals, Reveille for Radicals
"How to Create a Social State", by Saul Alinsky

There are eight levels of control that must be obtained before you can create a social state. The first is the most important.
1) Healthcare - Control healthcare and you control the people.

2) Poverty - Increase the poverty level as high as possible. Poor people are easier to control and will not fight back if you are providing everything for them to live.

3) Debt - Increase debt to an unsustainable level. That way you will be able to increase taxes - and this will produce more poverty.

4) Gun Control - Remove the ability for citizens to defend themselves from the government. That way you will be able to create a police state.

5) Welfare - Take control of every aspect of their lives (food, housing, and income).

6) Education - Take control of what people read and listen to - take control of what children learn in school.

7) Religion - Remove belief in the God from the government and schools.

8) Class Warfare - Divide the people into the wealthy and the poor. This will cause more discontent and it will be easier to take (tax) the wealthy with the support of the poor.

Sound familiar?

Sounds very familiar! I'm forwarding that first post to my dad, he'll love it!
Thanks for sharing. It seems as though we both have similar political views!

Somehow I sensed that. :D
"Tales From The Tall Grass" are a separate part of The Lost Prairie Chronicles..... sort of stories of my own and of acquaintances, both attempted comedy and political satire. Not always funny but dead on politically.


This is one of my own from more years ago than even I can remember. A Montana story, of course.


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It was a hot day, and the old rancher was repairing his fence line at the back end of the place. He stopped for a drink of water and noticed a small dust cloud out across the barren lease land. He resumed working the fence and occasionally looked up and noted that the dust cloud was getting closer.



Within another hour it became apparent that the cloud was comprised of an old horse carrying an Indian followed by a tired looking dog and a bedraggled sheep, and a sorry looking lot the were. The old rancher needed a break, so he motioned to the Indian and hollered... "Hey! Over here!"



The Indian gave him a sidelong glance but continued his journey toward the north.
"Hey! Injun! Come over here!" The little band came to a halt and the Indian looked at the rancher with resignation, but kneed his old horse toward the fence and the rancher.
Now this rancher fancied himself an amateur ventriloquist, and in is meager spare time he did practice. "Hi Injun. It sure is hot. Where you comin' from?" The Indian sat stoicly in the saddle and spoke not a word.

"Where you headed for? Do you want a drink?" Not a word did the old Indian utter and watched the rancher through hooded eyes. "Well," sez the rancher, "Do you mind if I talk to your dog?"
The Indian shifted his eyes to the dog and back to the rancher, but spoke not a word.
"Hello, dog! How are you?" ... sez the dog, "Well, I'm sure tired. I've been dodging road apples for miles and I could use a drink of water. Its hot, I'm hungry and I'm beat!"
The Indian's eyebrows shot straight up, but he spoke not a word. "Do you mind if I talk to your horse?" The Indian glanced down at his horse but remained silent.
"Horse.... how are ya?" sez the horse.... "Well, I'm beat too. I've been haulin' this old Indian for miles and I could use a drink and a rest. I'm getting saddle sores and I haven't been brushed in months".



The Indian's eyes are wide open in astonishment looking back and forth between the rancher and the horse.
"Say, do you mind if I talk to your sheep?" The Indian shifted his eyes quickly between the rancher and the sheep and said..... "No talk to sheep! Sheep lie!"

Hahahahaha! Awesome! Keep 'em coming!
The most northern county here in Maine, there is a saying: In the county where men are men and sheep are nervous.
I also know a Scotsman who claims to own a pair of velcro gloves!

Velcro gloves?? That's one I never would have imagined! LOL

From the Chronicles:

#18
A side trip into the Tall Grass.......

One Smooth Hole

It was mid-may when I set up to shoot a 200 yard target at the range out back of the place. By the time I was ready at noon the temperature was a mild 75 degrees. I rode the Rhino downrange and stapled a solitary target to the frameworks. Dead center was a black one inch paster.

My shooting bench was the old redwood pic-nic table I had used for years, but it was solid and made a good bench. I set up the number 6 shot bags and took the Swiss k31 rifle out of the case, attatched the bipod to the rail under it, uncapped the scope and began adjusting the height of the shot-bags.
I set up the spotting scope on the tripod, broke out the custom loads and inserted 5 of them into the magazine.

I proceeded to send five rounds downrange at three second intervals. I checked the target though the spotting scope and said "Yep" to myself.
"Yep, what?" came from behind me. Worden Hardy had walked up behind me just after the last shot.
Hello, Worden. Yep, I put all five of them through the same hole again, sez I. "All five through the same hole?" sez he. Yep........ all five. "Let me see that scope".... and I moved over for him to look.
"There's only one hole in that target. Dead center. What makes you think all five went in the same hole?" sez he. They always do, sez I. Every time.
Worden is standing with his hands in his pockets rocking back and forth on his heels looking at me through half open eyes. "Uh huh. All five through one smooth hole. Right".

And I never could'a proved it if it hadn't been for those five dead coyotes that had been trotting in single file, three seconds apart piled up behind that target.
Yep. One smooth hole. :rolleyes: :D

Haha! Awesome! I really enjoyed the way that was written and shooting coy-dogs looks pretty fun too.
Keep 'em comin'!

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