What Happened?

What Happened

 

The Proud American

Greetings to all of my followers and readers.

 

It has been since March of this year since I have last posted on my blog page.  For this I am sorry.  I know how much you all enjoy reading about Pig’s adventures and such.  There have been some personal issues I have had to deal with at home.  But there also have been some other issues I am still dealing within our society, our current political climate and how people view life in today’s world. 

 

I respect the fact that each and every person in this country has the God given right to their own opinion.  I also believe that each person has the right to express their own opinion.  What I don’t believe in is when a person thinks they have the right to intrude their over someone else’s rights.  To force someone to give up any freedom to accommodate others is wrong.

 

I believe our founding fathers of this great nation did the job right in setting up the rule book of how this country should be run.  I do believe that all men are truly created equal.  I believe in the U.S. Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and the Declaration of Independence.

 

I also believe that we, the people of this great nation, have lost our pride as Americans.  It is almost as though to be an American is considered to be dirty or no good or rotten.  We don’t puff up our chests and cheer for the USA anymore.

 

What happened to us?

 

Why did this happen?

 

Do you feel the same way too?

 

I’m not ashamed of America but it sure feels like I’m being told I should be.  Have you felt that way too?

 

How do we get our sense of pride back?

 

How do we become that great nation that stood for so much once again?

 

I see everyone’s opinions on Facebook, twitter, in the news and in talk on the street but I don’t see anyone doing anything about it. Why is that?

 

Are we living in fear of reprisal from our government, lawsuits, backlash of public opinion?  I know that I fear none of the above. 

 

I was taught and raised with respect. I was taught to show respect and I was taught to have manners towards people.

 

But I was also taught to stand up for myself too.  Back in my day if you had a problem with a bully at school you didn’t run and cry to the teacher.  Oh No, we were taught you catch ahold of that S.S.O.B. upside the head when he isn’t looking then pounce on him and beat the crap out of him.  If that bully was smart, he didn’t get back up nor did he mess with you or anyone else ever again. You just let him know you were not going to take it from him anymore.

 

I know that I am old school and to the younger generations that may not be cool. But when something is not working right it has to be fixed properly.  One technique I was taught and that I use quite often is to find the solution you need to go back to the beginning and start over.

 

I think that is what we need to do here in this country.  I think we, as a nation, forgot what it means to be an American and that we have lost our pride and our drive.  And we need to get it back.

 

When was the last time you read the three most important documents an American needs to know?  You know what ones I’m talking about.  I’m talking about the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights and the U.S. Constitution. I bet it hasn’t been since high school if not earlier than that for most of us.  If you haven’t read them, you need to.  They tell you what being an American is all about.  They will restore your pride.  They will give you something to believe in again.  Most importantly, those three documents will show you what is wrong with this country today. 

 

Do yourself a favor, and one for your country.  Take the time to read them.  Study them.  Know them.  I’m even leaving you a link to them.  And then pass it on to your family because they need to know them too.

 

May God Bless the USA!  Hey guess what?  I’m back

 

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

Do You Know What Today Is?

Pig Writes:

Greetings

Well it’s March 1, 2013 and do you know what that means?

It’s time to pay that house payment – Yes.

Need to go to the grocery store and stock up – Ah Huh.

Still need to file my taxes – Yeap, that too.

What else is there about March 1^st?

It’s Friday – the weekend is here, Yea!

Your getting close, keep trying.

Oh, oh, oh, I know. It’s Share a Smile Day.

Smile! (Photo credit: sirwiseowl)

Wow, you’re getting warmer, here’s a hint. What coincides with Share a Smile Day?

I know, I know, it’s Peanut Butter Lovers Day.

Peanut butter is a semi-solid and can therefore hold peaks. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Your getting warmer, try one more time.

You say you can’t think of anything else it could be?

I just can’t believe you, Don’t you know March 1^st is National Pig Day.

That’s right folks today is the day we all pay homage to the pig – in other words to ME!

Devil’s Marbleyard: Pig (Photo credit: Vicky TGAW)

Oh joy, oh joy all hail Pig!

Thank you, thank you you may now kiss my hove.

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One More Step Up

 

Greetings to all my Pig fans out there.

 

I have great news today. 

 

There are times in our lives when we achieve great accomplishments.

 

Like drinking our first beer.

 

Or scoring your first (real) phone number from a hot babe.

 

Perhaps it could be the first time you reach 100MPH on a motorcycle and still be in 3^rd gear.

 

For writers it could be your first cover story on a magazine.  And that is what has been accomplished for me.

 

Yeap, squeeze me til I squeal cause I just got my first cover story writing for Thunder Roads Texas Magazine.

 

I’m so happy about; I wanted to share it with you all. 

 

It’s a story about two people falling in love and riding off into the sunset together.

 

Read it and tell me what you think.

 

Ride HARD or Stay Home.

 

Pig

 

 

This is God’s Country, Don’t Ride Through it Like Hell.

 

Greetings,

 

For those of you who didn’t hear, yesterday I spoke of an event so powerful it will change your life. 

 

An event so awesome that there will never be another one like it. 

 

This event is guaranteed to remove any and all symptoms of cabin fever or broken heart syndrome.

 

“Is there a catch to it” you ask?

 

Only one, you just have to be there.

 

We are three days and a awake up from the St. Valentines Day Massacre hosted by the Alamo City Gypsy’s.  This year the Rally will be in Hondo at the Medina County Fairgrounds.

 

There will be beer & B.B.Q..

 

There will be babes.

 

There will be bands with live music.

 

I am sending this out as a personal invite for all to come and enjoy a weekend of the biker lifestyle.

 

Leave me a reply if you are going or not.  For those of you who cannot be there letme know so I can drink a beer in your honor.   

 

The Winter Months Take Thier Toll

 

Pig Writes

 

 

Greetings to all my fine friends and companions.

 

Has the winter months been getting you down?

 

Did you NOT get everything you wanted for Christmas?

 

Did the 49’ers loss in the Super Bowl put you into a state of depression?

 

Or maybe you have a touch of the cabin fever?

 

Let me guess: Your girl friend just dumped you so she wouldn’t have to buy you a Valentines Gift?

 

Stop all that flubbering.  Put down that bag of Cheetos.  Dry your eyes and blow your nose.  Because I have great news just for you. 

 

We are 4 days and a wake up from a great event.  It is an event so powerful it will change your life.

 

Are You Ready For This?

 

It is now 4 days till the St. Valentines Day Massacre.

 

Yeap. Starting this Friday and running until Sunday there will be 3 days of pure biker partying.  And let me tell you buddy; this is one rally I am pumped up for.

 

I want you to make plans to be there, because come rain or shine we are gonna tear it up and I want you to be there standing (or leaning) right next to me.

 So come on down to South Texas for a party you will not soon forget. (Unless you wake up that way)

I’ll be back soon with more details.

 

Ride HARD or Stay Home.

 

Pig

 

Writes Block

 

Greetings Piglets,

 

It’s your master of home
disasters here once again for another bull session.  Ever have one of the kind of day when you try
to come up with a new blog page to post, but you just can’t come up with
anything new to write about.  Well that
is just what I am going through.

 

I read a post the other
day from the word bitches that addressed the very problem I am having.  Trish Loye Elliott had 10 ways to help
motivate those with a little bit of writers block. I have to say they were all
good ideas for me to try.  Unfortunately
none of them worked for me.  Please allow
me to explain.

 

It was suggested to
have/use a “clean and quite work area”.
Pig Pens don’t work that way, they are muddy, dirty and loud.

 

It was suggested to
“schedule time for writing”.  Hard to do
when it interrupts your beer drinking.

 

I tried jogging like it
was suggested.  Nope, I spent all my time
running from the dog catcher.  Can’t
write when you are out of breath.

 

Trish also said to take a
shower.  Now this did start to work.  I began to relax and thoughts came to my
head.  Sadly, they all left when I got
out of the shower.  Mom started yelling
at me for all the mud I left in the shower.
Now I think she is going to need therapy.

 

I tried the writing
friends too.  But that didn’t work, they
all drink wine instead of beer.

 

So I switched to
music.  Nope, kept hearing beer drinking
songs.

 

I had one last try to
make.  I tried reading quotes.  I’m not sure if it worked or not.  But I did find one quote I liked

 

“Our greatest weakness
lies in giving up.  The most certain way
to succeed is always to try just one more time”
Thomas A. Edison

Thomas Edison (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

So I wrote this blog
page.  Does that count?

 

Dreams

Dreams.

Dreams

 

 

 

Pig Writes

 

 

Dreams

 

It has been awhile since my last real dream.

I’m not talking about the kind you have when you sleep.

Those you have no control over.

 

I’m talking about the dreams for the future.

The dreams of what you desire for your life.

The ones you want your life to become.

 

I feel like I have lost mine.

I know they are not gone.

It just seems I lost direction in making mine come true.

For now I feel like a car stuck in the mud.

No traction – just spinning in the slick.

 

Have you ever felt that way?

 

What have you done to get them back?

 

It’s funny how we always know what we want.

Achieving those dreams is never easy.

Only we are the master of our own future.

 

A new car or bigger house.

A shining new Harley.

A harem of hot women with no commitment issues.

Or maybe it’s a dream of financial security.

 

My dreams are my drive.

They motivate me to do better with my life.

They push me to achieve them.

 

I have to get them back.

 

What do your dreams do for you?

 

Drop me a comment of what your dreams do for you.  I would love to hear them and any suggestions you may have in helping me find my dreams.

 

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Another Christmas Story The Conclusion

 

Pig Writes:

Later that night Christmas Eve, we sat by the fire sipping on some Christmas cheer.

I felt depressed and let down for the old craftsman.

I felt an empty hole deep inside of me.

But then my old friend spoke up and said “There is more to Christmas than just presents, Pig. I knew before I even took that toy box over there she wouldn’t like it.”

Then why did you do it? Why go through all that trouble and expense?

A smile came across his face, one that warmed the room. I could feel peace in the air. “I learned a long, long time ago you came never outgive the greatest gift ever given” he said.

Christmas is not about presents, or trees, lights and decorations. Christmas is about the one present God gave each of us, His son, Jesus Christ. That is the greatest gift ever given.

It says in John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only son for those who believe in Him will have everlasting life.

That woman has spent her whole life busy trying to keep up with the Jones. She has lost any clue as to what Christmas is all about.

I built that toy box for my nephew, not for her. What she wanted was a high dollar piece of furniture to make her house look good. But it was not for her.

A hand made present has more meaning than any store bought present ever could. It means that you care enough about that person to spend time doing something nice for them.

I have received lots of Christmas presents through the years. Right now I cannot remember but only a few of them. But what I do remember is the Christmas gatherings and time I spent with family and friends. That means more to me than any present ever could.

Christmas is about our love for one another. It’s not about all that psycho baloney “Oh, I didn’t get the G.I. Joe with the kung foo grip for Christmas and now I am scarred for life and it’s all your fault”.

There was a pause as we both took a good long drag off of our Christmas cheer.

Then he said, “Pig, I want to learn to live your life by three little words.”

“OK, hit me.”

“Live, Laugh, Love” he said to me.

Live your life to the fullest each day as if it was your last.

Laugh with all of your might at everything funny.

Love with all your heart and all your soul.

There was another pause as I soaked in the words he had just spoken to me.

I looked at him and he smiled back at me. “Does this mean you won’t like my Christmas present to you?”

“What did you buy me Pig?”

“A six pack of beer.”

“Well then break it out and we’ll share it together my little pink friend” he said with a boisterous laugh as he gave me a hug. I have to admit, sitting by the fire with my best friend just talking and laughing. Well, that beer tasted pretty darn good to me.

Merry Christmas Everybody

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

 

Another Christmas Story Part Three

Pig Writes

The bike is ready to go

“You know that if I screw this up – you will be the one who will have Hell to pay”, the craftsman informed his wife.

It was decided to forgo the stars and stain on the toy box. It would look much better painted.

Over the next few days the craftsman toiled with wood putty and sandpaper.

The final product was smooth and soft to the touch.

Touching the wood with my fingers I could feel the love and devotion hard work makes.

Finally painted and finished the toy box looked good. It looked professional.

Only the person who crafted this work of art knew where his flaws were.

Yet one lingering question remained.

Would the toy box be good enough for the sister in law.

Christmas Eve had come. It was time to load the toy box in the sled and deliver it to the nephew.

Before the man and has wife could pull away I sneaked into the back of the truck. I wanted to see what the reactions would be. I wanted to see for myself what I had hoped would be a miracle.

The craftsman was on his way to meet his nephew. He would hold him in his arms for the first time. He would be able to show his nephew what he built for him.

In the driveway of the sister in law house, the craftsman unloaded the toy box from the truck. It was placed gently in the garage.

I watched from the rear window of the truck as the sister in law walked around inspecting the toy box.

It was the moment of truth.

She did not smile, she didn’t so much as nod her head.

She gave her brother in law a halfhearted hug for all his effort. You could tell it was a fake.

The craftsman and his wife returned to the truck and we all drove home.

Along the way I had to ask a question I already knew the answer to. “Well, did she like it?”

The craftsman never said a word, his wife only said “Nope”.

Not another word was spoken the rest of the way home.

Part four: the conclusion of our story will posted on Christmas Eve.

Ride HARD or Stay Home.