Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 5-9-11
Well, gentle readers, the royal wedding is over! Thank goodness!! You should know that that sort of affair and ceremony is not of much importance to some folks. Some folks like me. Some folks like cowboys and lumberjacks and Marine drill sergeants.
I coined a phrase a number of years back that went like this, “The cowboy should be admired for his ability to be unimpressed with folks that process a pretentious nature!” Honestly, I have never felt as though I had to look up to anybody. Doctors are considered by many to be at the to of the food chain. I always just refer to them as “Doc!” Some are okay with it and I have found others that were not.
Our friends the Brits seem to need all that pomp and ceremony. It fits quit well with their tea and crumpets. I’m not sure what a crumpet is but if offered I would most likely try one.
I believe that I heard on the “telly” that the royal wedding cost about 40 million dollars! Are you pullin’ my cinch a little too tight there Charlie Brown? That’s all just a little too much, would you agree? There were folks that camped out for days just to be able to watch the royal parade go by. Those folks, in my opinion, have way too much time on their hands. You won’t find that kind of pomp and ceremony here in this country unless you go to the Kentucky Derby.
Well, I have seen something like that at the first “cowboy poetry gathering” I attended as a participant. There in the lobby of the hotel where the entertainers were staying, I saw this feller in a big hat, a pair of chaps and a six gun on his hip. He obviously was not a cowboy, he was just pretending the same way I pretend to be a “biker” at times. Now I know this feller and he is an excellent poet and he did in fact get some real cowboy experience and maybe enough to carry that badge of honor with confidence.
Speakin’ of tea and crumpets, the Royal Wedding came up at the T Bar Inn this morning over coffee. In my animated way of showing my lack of interest I managed to turn over a full cup of coffee on “Little Dave, the wheat king.” Yep, sure did. I dumped it right in his lap and it even left a puddle at his feet. I quickly obtained a rag and cleaned up the mess I made, however, it did nada as far as drying out “Little Dave’s” crotch. Sorry ’bout that Dave.
I shall close this bloody little bit of dibble with this comment … stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. ya’ll, all ya’ll.
As a sidebar, let’s remember to pray for all those folks that have been devastated by all those terrible tornados.
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