Saturday, July 31, 2004

Making sure you have the right weapon

I like to keep my machete sharp - boy, lemme tell ya I learned that one down to th' Dogmushers and founda fat cat nursin' a buncha babie kitties in the bottom of th' cache. I leaned back fer one big swing and letter go - but the dum dull blade juz klunked offa th' moma cathead an' bounce d back onna my nose, yow! You can bet good money I file that blade at least one hour every day nowabouts an' can shave shirley's pits wid it.
Bolo the walking wolf

I'm proud to be an American

I'm proud to be an American
God Bless the USA
KD Lang 1991

If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life, And I had to start again with just my children and my wife, I'd thank my lucky stars to be living here today, 'Cause the flag still stands for freedom and they can't take that away.

I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me, And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today, 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.

From the lakes of Minnesota to the hills of Tennessee, Across the plains of Texas from sea to shining sea. From Detroit down to Houston and New York to L.A., There's pride in every American heart and it's time we stand and say:

I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me, And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today, 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.
Standing Tall,
Lobo

Saddest Poem

SADDEST POEM (Dougls McArthur, 1945)
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she oncebelonged to my kisses.Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Marilyn Monroe and Bin Ladan in Tok!

I knew I was in the magic kingdom yesterday. I went into the Three Beers to buy myself a basket of fried cheese. There was the old lady herself. A six-gun straped to her side. The hips held the belt so that the gun was just inches from her six itchy fingers as she walked with a style unfamiliar with most good Christians.
Lobo

Bear Baiting

Shootin' wolves, Dandy-boy has done it all. Tok is the center of the aerial wolf shooting universe. Strange so many pathes cross here. When we heard them other AMERICANS down in Anchorage were trying to take away the wolf-snaring rights our brothers the landbridgers from rural Alaska, we knew the UN was in deep.
The backdrop. Them government land burocrats wanted to follow our wolves around the woods. They were really good to us trappers, they put these radios around the necks of the wolves we need for makin' a living...With the help of Dandy-boy we got the frequencies and flew out in our black aircraft. We were not going to advertise any identifying characteristics by painting our planes all nice and fancy.
Got to go, if you stay logged on for more than 90 seconds, the UN will find you...

Lobo the talking wolf

Where we all went to drool over the waitresses

Friday night was just like any other town in the glorious United States of America. We all head down to the only real restaurant in town, Fast Eddies. It was once rumored that the sign used to exclaim that Fast Eddies was the first restaurant in Alaska where you get a taste of the bush in each meal.
We like to have our pie and eat it too! And so do the State Troopers. Maybe in your town you have a Dunkin' Doughnuts, but our cops eat beef steak. There was this time that someone robbed the bank and the cops had lunch with the guy who was hiding his loot in the restaurant. Road blocks setup, the cops went to lunch where the only thing that tipped them off was the waitress who told the cop where the money was stashed! Oh yeah, they actually were eating at the Golden Bear, known for it's sausages.

Life's a rich pagent,
Lobo the talking wolf