It's not my day

One of my favorite blogs to visit is Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated. Below are just a few of the posts he has up today.

“A government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.” by George Bernard Shaw

It’s not my day. It belongs to the young soldier who used to sit on his bunk in the evening picking blue-grass on his twelve-string, who ended in a storm of flame and molten metal in Viet Nam. Fifty-odd thousand of those to remember.

World War Two: The war of my father. Think about it. It’s ancient history to most of America today. When I was a sprout, it was the stories that our fathers told. Or didn’t tell. The youngest surviving veterans of that war are in their eighties. Four hundred thousand, though, are halted, forever young. They left home. And didn’t return.

America’s had wars aplenty. We’ve been blessed that we’ve had a wall of protection provided by dads, brothers, sons, moms, sisters, daughters, people who rose in the morning like you and me, with dreams and hopes, who loved and were loved, but at some time had written a check to this nation and left the amount blank. And they paid.

And we should, it is right and fit that we should remember.

It’s been a while since we visited my cousin Boudreaux: (And in case you’re wondering, that’s ‘Boo-dro. Rhymes with ‘go slow’. And ‘Tibby-doe’. And dat don’t rhyme with nuthin’)

Boudreaux and Thibodeaux are neighbors in Breaux Bridge, and Boudreaux is in need of a new milk cow. He hears about a nice one for sale over in Lafayette.

He drives over to Lafayette, looks at the cow, and reaches under to see if she gives milk. When he grabs her closest teat and pulls, the cow farts. Boudreaux is very surprised, looks at the farmer who is selling the cow, and reaches under the cow to try again. So, he grabs another teat, pulls, and the cow farts again. Milk does come out however, so after some discussion Boudreaux decides to buy the cow anyway and take it home.

Boudreaux calls his neighbor Thibodeaux over and says, “Come here and look at dis new cow I just bought. Pull her teat, and see what happens.”

Well, Thibodeaux reaches under and pulls, and the cow farts. Thibodeaux looks up at Boudreaux and says, “Did you buy dis cow in Lafayette, Boudreaux?”

Boudreaux is very surprised and says, “Dats right, how did ya know that?”

Thibodeaux says, “My wife…she’s from Lafayette, too!

(From ‘Old Coot’ on Castboolits)