ThE"rd"

"Thanks for giving me a ride, I REALLY appreciate it."
The scene was an old lumberyard in Washington State where a young man of 23 stepped out of the muddy red pickup truck that had given him a ride to his new place of work.  His eyes we sunken into his face from lack of sleep and rest and worrying, and as he gently dusted off his pants with his hat, he thanked the old man who had given him a ride.  *pat...ting!* He'd spit his tobacco on the ground and smile at the younger man with ancient old eyes saying "No problem anyhow, see round here you're lucky I gave you a ride.  This is the wilds, young man, and you best keep yourself as close to civilization as you can being as wet behind the ears as you are." And a soft laugh and he was gone in a cloud of smoke between the dirt road and the highway.

The man, with his boots muddy and his blue jeans full of holes took a few steps to get life back into himself from the long ride that he had taken.  He looked up at the blue sky and clouds, the fresh air like he had never seen before.  Schooled by all of the greats like Jack London and Whitman, Thoreau, and of course his favorite being good old Rambling Jack Elliot... and he felt like Rambling Jack Elliot out there in the wide-open nowhere where nothing means nothing because the rule of survival is exactly that clear.  In his pocket he carried a paperback copy of To Build A Fire and had gotten half way through it this far in his journey.  Not one to keep a journal of his travels, he had paid his dues in every sweatshop along the westcoast where men were as replaceable as tires on a semi.  He squinted at the sign Buck Creek Lumberyard.... and walked slowly down the dirt path enjoying the blackberries that grew along side the road saying to himself "there is NOTHNG in this world as great as a free meal".

Soon he came to the lumberyard and put in his application and got himself a job cutting timber off of one of the nearby mountains.  It was a hard working job for a hard working man, and he enjoyed every minute of it.  It reminded him of the time that he had spent years earlier helping put out the great fires that roared through the valleys 4 years earlier.  Now these trees that had been spared were all that were left.  "After we get done here, there's not gonna be anymore logging round these parts.  That town down yonder is just gonna be minimum wage McDonalds type jobs that I wouldn't be caught dead in." a man said to him at break over a cup of strong black coffee, "No sir, you couldn't pay me to give all of this up.  I hear that up in Canada they have some lumber up there that still needs to be hauled out.  But around here they aren't interested in anything more than that almighty buck.  Hell, my pappy warned me."
"I dunno, I think that I'll just manage somehow." the young man said as he thought about all of his friends that had gone off to colleges and universities of higher learning.  He thought, as he looked at the wiry old bearded man with a plaid shirt.... smoke black tar rolling up around his face like a smile from his pipe.... weather worn beaten down and rough image of America at it's purest for.  "Gonna get me another cup of coffee." And remembering all of the people that had affected his life.
Should I be angry, he questioned himself. Should I hold hatred against all of the people?  And he sat back and counted them all as the whistle blew... his eyes squinted and slowly got back to his feet and recited the lines, "Only God can make a tree.... only God can bring it down.  What the hell am I doing here?"

I will take this time and space provided by Wrestle Talk Int to voice my views on the conflicts overseas and in some of your backyards. I have and always will be Pro-American 100% with my views and that shall never changed. The freedom of the United States is the valor and honor of the men and women who gave their lives, the idealists who thought up a great and wonderful Constitution of how a nation should conduct itself. In World War 2 and Korea, my family fought valantly in it and my uncle and father faced almost everything that they could throw at them and survived. Those were times when powers threatened to conquer the world and all of these things needed to be done. After the war, the United States left there be peace and a chance for healing, never takeing the offensive.

The problem with the recent conflict in Yugoslovia began serveral hundred years ago when Serbian people came in to live in the lands of Yugoslovia from Russia. The Islamic people at the time were angry and war broke out. The only peace that there was was towards the earlier part of this century under communism because people did not have the freedom to make such statements. It was ruled by a powerful dictatorship, and when the Berlin wall fell across Europe, the cold wars had died and the world was a safer and warmer place to live in.
I will never forget as a child the happiness of knowing that Russia and the United States had once again become strong. Since I have Russian blood, I had been teased about that in school and called communist names. These people were small minded and ignorant in the fact that my ancestors were not communist but had taken a valiant stand against communism. At last I did not have to hide that side of myself and could bring it out in the open as well as my search for all aspects of myself.

In the past few days, President Clinton has taken it upon himself to order bombings in Yugosoliva because Yugoslovia was not following the peace negotiations. The bombings were supposed to be a way of forcing another nation to agree to our terms. I do not go along with this because there is no need to interfere with forein relations when they do not pose a threat to the United States or the world itself. Will these bombings be the beginning of World War 3 and the end of human civilization as we know it? And for what reason?
Simple ingorance and human ambition.

Where the Pack went Wrong

Don't Sing It, Bring It

A few years ago, Scott Hall and Kevin Nash came into the WCW from the WWF. It caused quite a stir to say the least. They decided to call themselves "The Outsiders" a literal oxymoron if you look at how they left the WWF because of Vince McMahon's arrogance. They were good friends and decided to come into the business. at that time, Hulk Hogan's career was slumping and nobody liked him. In fact I remember the biggest joke was seeing this old fat guy come out and Flex and say he's the man and talk about taking vitamins.

As time went on, Hogan took on the NWO persona that he has now to add a new angle to his career. It was a risky move, on the advice of Nash and Hall. And so Hogan became a bad guy. They caused a lot of hype about it and formed the most hated group in the history of wrestling... the NWO white and black.

As time went by, Nash broke away from Hogan and started the Wolfpac. Seeing Randy Savage and Nash become scallywags and turn on the NWO, it gave them an edge over Hogan and the wrestling business. But as usual Hogan wanted a piece of the action.

Now we see that Hall might be getting back with his ex wife and straightening his life out. It's a beautiful thing when you think about it, Hogan must be a horrible bed partner. Good luck Scotty. Peace.

(HAPPY EASTER)

heheheh keep it real people.  

 

 

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