From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Where Will We Get Our Veterans For The Next War?
VA: A Culture of Crime, Cover-ups and Coercion
I'd Rather Chew My Arm Off Than Go Back To That VA Emergency Room
Self Medicating, But Not By Choice; A Veteran's Lament
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Barstow Adventures In Driving And Smoking On The I-15
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