Recurring Nightmare

Often I awake at night from a  recurring nightmare. I am leading the next American Revolution and I have thousands of people behind me. We march on Washington to get our message through and this happens . . .

Don’t believe for a moment that Uncle would allow another take over as happened in 1776. The man in power, no matter who, will respond the same way. Why? Because he can and he has the entire military behind him.

The Secret Is To Stay Positive

Pete Souza, Official White House Photographer

Pete Souza, Official White House Photographer (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

This true story is from my yarn telling, bike ridin’ buddy Lou who now lives, and fraternizes with the group in this story.

 

 

 

President Barack Obama was in the Oval Office when his telephone rang.”Hello, President Obama” a heavily accented southern voice said. “This is Jimmy Boy, down here at Bump’s Catfish Shack, in Vicksburg , and I am callin’ to tell ya’ll that we are officially declaring war on y’all!”

 

“Well Jimmy Boy,” Barack replied, “This is indeed important news! How big is your army?”

 

“Right now,” said Jimmy Boy, after a moments calculation “there is myself, my cousin Tom, my next-door-neighbor, and brother Gerald, and the whole dart team from JD’s Bait Shop. That makes eight or maybe nine depending if Bump can close the store.”

 

Barack paused. “I must tell you Jimmy Boy that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command.”

 

“Wow,” said Jimmy Boy. “I’ll have to call ya back!”

 

Sure enough, the next day, Jimmy Boy called again. “Mr. Obama, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some infantry equipment!”

 

“And what equipment would that be Jimmy Boy?” Barack asked.

 

“Well sir, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and my brother Mike’s farm tractor.”

 

President Obama sighed. “I must tell you Jimmy Boy, that I have 16,000 tanks and 14,000 armored personnel carriers. Also I’ve increased my army to one and a half million since we last spoke.”

 

“Lord above”, said Jimmy Boy, “I’ll be getting back to ya.”

 

Sure enough, Jimmy Boy called again the next day. “President Obama! I am sorry to have to tell you that we have had to call off this here war.”

 

“I’m sorry to hear that” said Barack. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

 

Well, sir,” said Jimmy Boy, “we’ve all sat ourselves down and had a long chat over sweet tea, catfish, greens, and pie, and come to realize that there’s just no way we can feed that many prisoners.”

 

SOUTHERN CONFIDENCE CANNOT BE SHAKEN

 

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