It’s been a hectic week. What with the whole Bin Laden thing, and the nuptials of a couple of inbred, horse faced Brits, I’ve hardly had time for focusing on the important things in life. Like playing catch in the backyard with the kids. And sitting on the Front Porch cleaning my shotgun.
I’m kidding. I hardly ever clean my shotgun on the front porch. I keep the cooler of beer on the back deck so that’s where I like to clean my firearms.
So I apologize for the dearth of poignant stories about making out with Catholic girls in the closets of shag carpeted rec rooms. I’m phoning it in.
Today I tip my hat to a writer whom I enjoyed very much, that passed away recently. Joe Bageant, a guy that wasn’t afraid to point out that class warfare is the one true American tragedy that has been keeping us tied in knots for 200 years. So Joe, God Bless, and may you rest in peace. I hear Jesus has an awesome fridge full of beer on his porch. Have one for us.
Here’s an essay by him on his last book, “Rainbow Pie: A Redneck Memoir”