Howdy friends and neighbors. Come on first Tuesday in November! I have already had about all of the Presidential election I can stand. Surely, somewhere out there in this great nation is a “good ol’ boy or gal,” that is worth voting for. You know, someone that has actually done something, not just talked about what they think they have done. It’s only the first quarter in the game between the R’s and the D’s. Both sides keep talking about time for change. Just what are they going to change? They obviously haven’t changed the game of politics. Billary and Bama Lama Ding Dong boost the word “change” every time I see the media put their face on my boob tube. The first place they could start changing things would be on the Senate floor that they’re already on. Just go and look at their voting records for the last several months and you will find they aren’t showing up to vote. You know, the job they campaigned so hard to get by promising “change,” but they just don’t have the time. McCain isn’t immune from this either.
Let’s talk “change.” What in the world do these hot air compressors think they are going to change and why? Again, I’m just a professional bovine relocation specialist (it’s the 21st century, we used to call them cowboys). But the way I see it from Sunny Point, Oklahoma, how are they going to change the greatest nation in the world? All of the candidates are demanding we must change! OK. I wake up a free man every morning and I’m free to do anything that is morally right or I can do nothing. If I choose to do something productive that day, well I can whistle at my dog, start up my ol’ tan feed truck that I bought with the help of a free enterprising banking system I chose to use. Plus, there’s the fact that other free Americans assembled this truck, and the companies that bought, sold and hauled parts and supplies to make that pickup possible. As I turn the key, ol’ tans fires up on diesel fuel that a mean, nasty, big oil company conveniently made very accessible and affordable to me. I turn out of my land that I can freely own, onto a county maintained road that leads to any point in North America I would choose to go to that day. Also, in this country, I am free to own livestock and free to care for them so that the livestock will return a profit so I can repay my bank, buy my feed and fuel, and provide for my family. On Sunday Morning (or any other day that ends in “Y”) my family is free drive from our house on a ribbon of roads that lead to the Church of our choice and worship the real owner of all things we know, God. We can give praise to Him for all and especially for Jesus.
Why can’t these hopefuls for the highest-ranking governmental seat see that it is just that simple? Provide me infrastructure and protect me from these knot-headed whack’s that think they can take away our freedom. Billary, Bama Mama or McNobrain aren’t going to change anything. The foundations of this great country can’t be changed by one person, no matter how much they think they can. As Americans, we have the right to succeed or fail and try again as we please. As a free man, I’m getting good at failing but I get smarter when I try again.
When presidential candidates tout change, the only thing I see in this country that needs changing is them. Life in America is good and for those that don’t think so, you’re free to leave at any time, go to another country of your choice and try to change it.
I’m Monte Tucker, and that is what’s under my professional bovine relocation specialist hat. Wait, I’m not changing, that is what’s under my COWBOY hat!
Remember our freedom is not free; try to wear a red shirt on Fridays to show support for our troops.
A friend forwarded this particular entry to me – and I applaud your words. I will be bookmarking this spot to check back in. You are a wise man and seem to have the view of many Americans who feel those in D.C. have a bad case of “head-up” disease.
Tina
Yeah… You’re absolutely right Monte, but I think you’re preachin’ to The Choir. Most of us outside Washington, DC and its’ Infamous Loop realize these things, and know they are very true all too well. The problem is; is that we have very little voice any longer. The Mass Media is not interested in our thoughts, nor willing publish them? To most of our Elected Leaders, we are just a bunch of dummies in ‘Fly over Country’…! Of course, they know better than we do how ‘Our Lives’ should be ordered; and they’re gon’na tell us.
Folks who go off to Washington become smarter with every year of service (tongue in cheek)… Service, hmmm, that’s a joke… ‘to serve’ is what our Founders originally intended. Regular Folks like you and I went off to ’serve’ our Country and our Fellow Citizens at usually great personal hardship; and only for a term or two then return to real life… You know, to the farm, Ranch, or to being a Blacksmith, a Millwright, a Carpenter, or even the Pastor of a Church. They truly went “To Serve” as real People knowing what real Folks have to deal with every day of their lives. That precept is no longer the norm… Today, ninety percent of those who go off to Washington are Lawyers; and they don’t go any longer to ‘Serve, they go off to ‘Rule’…! That is, Rule all the rest of us. And, it’s not for a short term or two, it becomes their ‘Career’ whereby they spend thirty to forty years sitting in Congress, either in the Senate or The House making Laws that are irrelevant to all of us simple Folks who don’t know anything…?
Under our Founders Design, it cost Folks to ‘Serve’. These Guys go and become multi-millionaires under the circumstances of the present.
Our problem with this situation, as clearly as it is to most of us, will never be changed until we successfully make “Term Limitations” a reality and get rid of the career politicians…
One man’s opinion,
Vince Sarricchio
PS: I don’t usually wear a hat, except for a Ball Cap once and awhile. (But I like Cowboy Hats and have several of em’ myself)
This was posted on a Yahoo Group of old soldiers
that were in the Army Security Agency, of which I
am a member…..
Great stuff………. keep it up…..
Mike-n-Mesquite, TX ( Okie till I die )
Too bad most folks cannot userstand what is in this article. My belief is they think change means more money from any place but a work areas.
we have had a bunch in Congress that has taught this through the vote buying process – give aways – and our culture is becoming to stupid to see through this. The working class is going to have to rise up one day and show that they are one of those “angry white males” as written about in the Denver paper, I believe it was. I am one of them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Excellent work, Monte! More, More, More – Please!!!
Mr. Tucker–
Just wanted to inform you that, regardless of what the media is saying, Ron Paul is still in the race. He has an amazing voting record in his 10 terms as a Texas Congressman. Change? He is the embodiment of change. Not changing to something new–but back to the Constitution. He stands for Liberty and Freedom–and letting Americans do what they do best–take care of things!
The Government just screws things up!
Thank you for your great words.
In liberty,
Gertie
Reno, NV
Hey Monte, You’ve got me interested in politics….I think I will
run for something???????
Yeah….I will run for the city limits.
My platform is to LOWER TAXES AND RAISE SIDEWALKS.
Golf Pro
Hey Monte, I just had to get this out from under my hat. I hope you can keep yours on when you have read this, which is my true story. I am full up with politically corrected politicians and such but love to tell the ancient true story.
Golf Pro
God Heard My Prayers
Around the year of 1949, and at around 12 years of age, I silently prayed one night in a church service…..”God, I do not know what the truth is. If you let me live long enough to know the truth, I will one day serve you.” I was very confused by a statement below at about age 12, but I became convicted and desired to go forward and accept Christ at the visiting evangelist’s invitation. As I listened to him, he stated in his sermon, and near the beginning of it, If you will give your life to Christ, He will keep you and make you what you ought to be. About 15-20 minutes into that same message he stated: “Woe be unto you backslider. If you do not repent, give your heart back to God and get saved and baptized, hell is your eternal home.”
I thought “Whoa! How can this be? If God keeps you and makes you what you ought to be, how can you backslide and go to hell?” That is when I silently prayed the above prayer. God heard me but I never knew it at the time. In the year of 1956 I joined the US Army and in 57 was on the USS General Mann (troop ship) on the way to S. Korea. We got a bad storm and I again prayed that prayer silently. Again He heard me but I never knew. One weekend a buddy of mine from Missouri named Herb from Rayville, said let’s go to Seoul and sightsee. I agreed, got my 8 MM Bell and Howell movie camera, and we boarded a Korean bus going south for about 20 miles to Seoul. Our base was eight miles S. of, and between a town called Ui Jung Bu (pronounced we jom boo) and Seoul. We rode the bus into the city of eight million people, and began walking around, drinking, and taking photos. We visited a museum and other points of interest. It began to get late and Herb said Ken, let’s get back to base. I had drunk too much and said No! I am staying. He left. I began to sober up and had no idea where that bus station was. We had wandered around that city for hours. I walked to a train station and got on a Korean train going to Ui Jung Bu. It stopped every few hundred yards and took on and let people off. It loaded coal and water (steam powered) and It was up into the wee morning hours before it arrived in Ui Jung Bu. I had only been there twice in that city getting drinking water once, and guarding food supplies (riding shotgun) another time. I had no idea where I was in that city. I saw a light off in the distance and began walking toward it, knowing I had an eight mile walk to our base, which was back toward Seoul. The train never passed near it as it came north. As I walked it was very dark. I walked between thatched roofed houses on each side of the street. That street was just wide enough for an Army deuce and a half truck to pass between those roofs. As I walked toward that light I saw cigarette buts glow in the dark on each side of the street, as they raised them and took a draw. I thought…Golf Pro, if you get out of this alive you have done something. We had been warned by the military to never get caught out alone. Then I heard footsteps fall in behind me. Three sets of them. We were advised there were still hostiles in S. Korea from the war, and they would kill you for your clothing, class ring, camera, combat boots etc. and I had all those. As I walked one Korean came up beside my right side and began talking in broken English. The two behind me were nearly stepping on my heels. He just asked general questions as he looked me over. I finally arrived at the light source. It was a large steel bridge over a river that the US Corps of Engineers had built and put lights on. I then knew where I was and I was going the right direction. As I crossed that big bridge I thought they intend to kill and rob me when I get to the end of that light on the other end of this bridge and toss my body in that river. What shall I do? Shall I chop this one to my right across his adams apple, turn and kick the other two in a sensitive area of their anatomy and run off? Just as I prepared to step the last step into that deep darkness, suddenly there were two huge truck headlights almost on top of me, coming up behind. I rapidly waved my arm to flag him down and the screech of those brakes was a lovely sound indeed. Where he came from I do not know. I have puzzled over it for many years. My dad told me I was so scared I never heard it. The truck stopped, the passenger door opened and a little Korean man jumped out. He motioned me to get in the middle between him and the driver. It was a flatbed truck and I opted to get in the back after what just transpired. He climbed back in and we pulled out. I looked back and saw those three rapidly walking back toward the town, silhouetted in the lights on that bridge. I looked at the man on the passenger side and he pointed back to the men, then to me and drew his finger across his throat. I nodded Yes! For I knew. I looked up at the starry sky above me and silently said Thank You God! I do not think I was haluccinating, for I was cold sober but it seemed every star in God’s heaven rapidly winked on and off several times. We arrived at 13th Transp. Co, Lt. Hcptrs. and I knocked on the cab of the truck and they stopped and let me off. I would love to know who they were. I have always believed God sent two angels and rescued me at the very last second. I believe God heard the prayer of a lost, seeking, confused youth, once in a church in the past, and once on the ship in the Pacific Ocean, in a storm, saying “God, if you let me live long enough to know the truth, I will one day serve you.” In 1970 on Nov 22, I heard the glorious gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ and prayed for salvation in that church service. He saved me just as He promised in Romans chapter 10, verses 9 to 13. All of the confusion, nervousness, fear, depression, anger and resentment began to leave. I still at times fail, but He is with me and is helping me overcome. I am not perfect in 2008 but He is not finished with me yet. Again I thank God for keeping and saving me. I am totally grateful for the great sacrifice made to save me and all the world, if we will only believe and trust Him.
It is not what we can do that gets us into His heaven, but what He did on the cross for us, and in our place. He, being God and knowing all things looked down to 1970 and saw every sin I would ever commit even though I had not been born or committed them, took them all upon Himself on that cross and paid for the sins of the world in His own blood. I shall be eternally grateful unto Him. As it is written He removed my sin at that time as far as the east is from the west never to remember them against me anymore. This msg. was in part of the message preached that night in 1970 when I at age 33 went forward and confessed I am a sinner and asked Christ to come into my life. He did and gave me eternal life. I was “born again” by the Spirit of God. And Monte that is how it goes, first faith then feelings as follows:
The first thing I noted in the five senses was as I drove the 12 miles or so to Arcadia OH where we lived at that time, from Findlay, the stars appeared much larger and nearer to earth than I had ever seen them. They radiated a new loveliness. The second thing I noted was I had to come back into Findlay that night at 11 PM and run a production line for Dow Chemical Corp. I lay down to sleep an hour or so and slept the “sweetest sleep” I had ever slept and still do in 2008 whether sick or well. I never even knew it was in the Bible but began reading it and found in PS 127:2 and Proverbs 3:24 that God gives His beloved sweet sleep. I worked the night shift and as I drove home around 7:15 AM the next day, the sky looked bluer than I had ever seen it. The grass appeared greener, and my wife had breakfast ready. It tasted so good it was as though I was tasting it for the first time. I went out into the yard and looked down at tiny flowers I had walked over many times, with just a cursory glance. Suddenly they were as though someone had a magnifying glass upon them. They shimmered in a delicate loveliness I had never observed. In my Spiritual ignorance I thought “God has changed the world. He has made it brand new.” Then I remembered the night before when the visiting evangelist had said “when you ask Christ to come into your heart, He has promised to do just that and abide with you forever.” Then I knew He had not changed the world…He had changed me. His Spirit was now living inside of me and I was seeing His world through His eyes as He sees it. I was and am truly born again. That newness is still with me today in 2008. Two weeks or so afterward I was baptized by immersion in water and that was an experience no human language can express. I will save that for another time.
When I knelt to pray for salvation I had lots of preconceived ideas as to how it would transpire. I thought God will touch me, speak to me or in some way let me know I am now His.
Absolutely NOTHING that I could sense in the five senses happened. I was the most disappointed and hurt individual on earth at that time, I am sure. It was too important to not find out for my eternity was at stake. I arose from prayer and spoke to the visiting evangelist, the church pastor and another pastor that attended there. I said Pastors, I feel no differently right now than before I knelt down to pray. The church pastor was totally calm and cool and said “son, I appreciate your honesty but salvation is by faith, not by feelings. Feelings change moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day, but faith endures forever. He then opened the Bible and we read Romans chapter 10, verses 9-13 audibly. Verse 13 says “for whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” He said, did you just call upon Christ to save you? Yes Sir I did! Were you sincere? Yes I was! Can God lie? No Sire He can’t lie. He said well, right here in verse 13 it says for whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. If He can’t lie, what did He just do for you? And it is just that simple. By a simple act of trust as when you cross a bridge in your car, trusting it to hold you up, you trust the God of all the universe to save you because He said He would. He is the Commander-in-Chief of all the universe. A co-worker at Dow Chemical Corp. where I ran a production line said it this way to me…Golf Pro, why not give the claims of Christ a chance? If there is nothing to them you lose nothing but your time. If there is something to them, you gain everything. I could not reason my way around this challenge and be true to self. I had never put His claims to the test. Finally in 1970 at age 33 I found Him to be real….more real than our breath we breathe. Monte, I trust you will take time to read this as I took time to type it. Blessings!
Golf Pro
Thanks for the good sense Monte,
The polls say that little George has a Presidential Job Approval rating of about
37%, not so good… But if you look at the Congressional Job Approval ratings, they
come in at only about 25%. Not much to brag about from either camp…
Since the D’s control both houses of congress, I’m not sure I want the kind of change they’re offer’n…
Ain’t chang’n… Just gonna scrape off my boots till I step in the next pile…
~K
I just received your What’s Under My Hat. Excellant! That you should have published in every newspaper in the UNITED STATES of AMERICA!
I wonder why Monty’s not talkin’ about the town’s young boys what ain’t come back from Afghanistan and Iraq.
Or that the money’s comin’ from China, not his taxes, to pay for the trillion-dollar war somewheres over there.
And why ain’t he talkin’ about the $4.00/gallon price of the “convenient” diesel he pumps into ‘ol Tan.
And why ain’t Monty questionin’ the higher prices of food he’s buyin’ at the store.
Or about higher healthcare costs now that he ain’t no spring chicken no more.
But mebbe he’s rich and healthy and doesn’t need to worry about changin’ that trivial crap.
Or mebbe he’s an idiot.
John
They found her. Sarah PALIN.