What Fresh Hell?

Now this is a photograph I made this afternoon. I came home and just could not leave it alone.

There is a madness that is rampant in the nation. I don't know where it comes from and don't care where it goes, just get the hell away from me. If you don't I will.

I am worried for the good of my native soil, for the second time in my life.

It is the Money that drive$ all of the Bu$'s engines.

Anyway let's just all have a good chuckle for old time sake.

ya know back in the day when everyone knew what the back of the bu$ was for.

Nuff said

Merry Pranksters

I went to the County Fair evening last.

Caught a photo of the Bus that I'm seem to get on everynow and again.

What Stale Hell, is this?

Tea Baggers:







T Backers:



You do the math.

What Stale Hell, is this?

Mr. Robert Johnson gave us all good advice, way back in the day.

Come on in my Kitchen, 'bound to be rainin' outside.

Think I'll cook an 8 pound roast.

Yeah, keep the gas burnin' on for a couple of hours.

Open up the oven when it's done and all.

Hell, maybe go drive the car, with the new heater, to the store, and all, yeah,

find out where the best roast is at,

maybe the one out by the interstate,

look 'round for a wood pile along the way.

Yeah, that's the ticket.