Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 10-24-11
Glenn Beck is one of my favorite conservative radio personalities. I agree with almost everything that he says.
I was listening to him today as I was busy with another project and I thought I understood him to say that he had moved to Texas. The reason he gave was that Texas had maintained it’s culture when most all of the states had surrendered to political correctness.
I am proud to be from the old country and be a native Texan. Colorado is my adopted home and has been for over 26 years. However, I am a Texan born and bred and will be until that last spade of dirt has been tossed on my box. Yes, gentle readers, I do get my share of ribbin’ down at the T Barr. It’s all in good fun and I don’t mind it at all.
Here’s a good Texas story and it will illustrate why Texicans are accused of not being so humble at times.
A Texas cowboy and a California stock broker were in boot camp together in the Army back in the 1970s. They were shipped off to Viet Nam where they found themselves in a fierce fire fight with “charlie.” The stock broker crawled over into Tex’s foxhole and offered, “Tex, we’re in a tight spot and if I don’t get out of this alive I want you to know something.”
“What’s that,” asked Tex.
“Well, ya know in boot camp we talked about our respective states and I told you I had an uncle that had an orange grove and one day he found an orange on the ground that was as big as a basketball?”
“Yep, I remember that,” replied Tex.
“Truth is Tex, that orange was just regular size, I wasn’t being truthful, can you forgive me?”
“Of course I can, and you remember that I told you my grandpa grew corn and one morning when he went out to feed the chickens he found an ear of corn on the ground and it had 17 crows lined up on it as comfortable as could be eating away?”
“Sure, I remember that, was that true?”
“Well nope, not exactly, that 17th crow was actually standin’ on one leg!”
So there ya have it. It’s bred into us and sometimes we just can’t help ourselves when we think that someone is lookin’ down their respective nose at us.
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c ‘yall, all y’all.