THE COON HUNT

Aside
racoon
    At the age of six, I took my first drink. Father, Mother, Aunts, Uncles and Grand Parents all drank heavily on a daily basis. What separates a daily drinker from being an alcoholic? This is clearly defined in step one of the Program of Alcoholics Anonymous. ”We admitted we were powerless over alcohol – that our lives had become unmanageable. Avoiding the gory details, my family could not manage boiling water.
    I took my last drink on May 14 1978, and have been sober since. I did not want to but had to drink.  At two quarts of vodka a day the pain, physical and mental became unbearable. It will also cause you to return items you did not steal. On that morning, lying on a cold floor, I asked for help. A call to AA brought a man to our home who would later become my AA sponsor. I began attending meetings.
    Alcohol became my life, its absence convincing me that I would never laugh again; “my life is over” this cyclic thought like and old song playing repeatedly. The following is an event that occurred after ninety days dry. Living in a bottle creates an imposter like identity. I see myself as a sophisticated city kitty, lover of blues, overwhelmingly brilliant, and never wrong. Of course, none of this is real but inventing and wearing it everyday soon assimilates reality, answering the unasked question “Am I OK“ with a resounding yes. AA slowly erasing the false you to be drawn as God intended. It literally takes years.
    Around nine PM the phone rings, it is my sponsor (let us call him Frank). “Throw some cloths on, grab the wife and come over to the farm; a bunch of us are going coon hunting”. “Coon hunting“, I ask, “I don’t think so” and I
hung up. “Was that Frank“, my wife asks? “Yeah it was him, wants me to go coon hunting, I can’t take that redneck, tobacco chewing, dung pumping cowboy“. Frank pumps septic tanks for a living. “You should go“, she says, “It might be fun”. “I doubt the fun part but OK I’ll do it”. Calling him back, I told him we are on our way.
    Carl, Frank and I are the threesome. Carl has a young Blue-Tick, named Smoky that he is raving about. Frank has a Great Dane, born without a brain that has no idea of raccoons and is just going along for the walk. We will be hunting near The Devils Backbone which is a high ridge paralleling Elk Creek. There are sheer drops of sixty feet straight down to the creek. In the fall, the water can reach seven feet deep.
    I am the carry person, lantern, dog tethers and Ruger .22 revolver. Frank gives me a headlight, which I have never owned or used. I become completely intrigued when I realize, no matter where I turn my head I can see! “Dave what are you doing”; asks Frank? “The headlight, I have to buy one of these”. “How easy it is to entertain a recovering drunk” he replies and off we go.
    Hours pass without Smoky making a sound. “Carl”, I ask, “how much did Smoky cost”? “Twelve hundred”, he answers, then spits chew into his beard. I find that worth a chuckle and think how many used cars I could have bought. I realize I am laughing but at someone else’s expense. “Either there is no coon here or Carl got stuck”, I mumble.
    Suddenly Smoky lets out with “A-WOO-WOO”; “he’s on one” screams Carl. We all take off in a run. Do you recall the sixty-foot drop I mentioned earlier? Well, Smoky just ran off the edge. “The dog went over the cliff” yells Carl. We all peer over the edge and see that Smoky is walking out of the water, seemingly no worse for wear. Now I am stifling a laugh. “Take it easy Carl, says Frank, we will walk down to the creeks edge then back upstream and get Smoky”. We all make a left except the Great Dane who steps forward, “A-WOO-WOO-WOO” then the sound of the Dane hitting the water, which resembles a watermelon exploding.
    “Gosh dang it”, shouts Frank, “Both dogs are in the creek”. I have to step back because tears are running down my cheeks and I do not want them to know I am laughing my butt off. I envision two Cocker Spaniels holding cards over their heads with the number one on them; “neither dog knows how to dive,” says one Cocker.
    As we reach the edge of the creek, Frank tells me, “Stay here until we come back with the dogs”. “OK”, I reply, “take your time I’m having fun”. It is three AM; I am standing on the bank of Elk Creek with a .22 pistol on my hip and a headlamp on. “How on earth did I end up here”, I ask myself, it sure is beautiful“. Looking down into the water I am shocked at the number of very large Lake Run Rainbow, Coho and Chinook salmon, so I shot one and pulled it out of the water. A thirty-eight inch Rainbow, and by far the largest fish I ever shot! I turned out my headlamp.
    Thirty minutes later Frank is shouting; “Dave where are you”? Turning on my headlamp, I answer, “Over here”. “What is that you’re holding”? “Frank, I shot a fish; how are the dogs‘? “Oh fine…just fine, let’s head to the house”.
    As we walk into the kitchen Frank’s wife asks, “How did you guys do”? He replies, in a rather moody manner; “Dave got a fish”.
    I will never forget this evening, so etched in my mind. A ripple of laughter instilling hope that there is life in sobriety would soon become a tsunami. They never asked me to coon hunt again.

The original unfounded reasons NFL players are protesting

Aside

Trayvon Martin or Mike Brown or Sandra Bland or Sean Bell or Eric Garner or Tamir Rice or Walter Scott are examples of why NFL players are protesting White police brutality of African American’s…

1) Travon Martin: was not killed by a police officer

2) Mike Brown: was not murdered by a police officer…H e was shot by the officer in self-defense

3) Sandra Brown: committed suicide by hanging herself with a plastic garbage bag…She was pulled over for a traffic violation and became abusive kicking the state trouper…The trouper was not responsible for her death…

4) Sean Bell: On the night of his death, Bell was hosting a bachelor party at Club Kalua, a strip club that was being investigated by undercover police over accusations that the owners fostered prostitution. The New York Post reported that Joseph Guzman had an argument with a man outside the bar, and threatened to get a gun. One of Bell’s friends reportedly said, “Yo, get my gun,” as they left the club. Thinking a shooting was about to take place, an African American plain-clothes officer named Gescard Isnora followed Bell and his companions. He alerted his backup team, who confronted Bell and his companions outside. According to Isnora, he “held out his badge, identified himself as a police officer, and ordered the driver to stop”. Instead, Bell accelerated the car, striking Isnora, and then collided with an unmarked police minivan. Isnora said he thought he saw Guzman reach for a gun. He yelled a warning to the other policemen, and they opened fire on the car. Five policemen joined in, firing about 50 bullets into Bell’s car.
Witness accounts of the event conflict with the account provided by police. According to Joseph Guzman, the plain clothes detectives never identified themselves as they approached with their weapons drawn. According to the New York Daily News, witnesses claimed the officers failed to warn Bell before opening fire, beginning to shoot as soon as they left their cars. A toxicology report showed that Bell was legally intoxicated at the time he was shot…

“Sean Bell brought the shooting on himself…He ran down a Black police officer with his car, which is assault with a deadly weapon, he was drunk…He was not murdered by a police officer he was shot to keep him from assaulting other officers….”

5) Eric Garner: 6’3″ 350 lb. NYPD officers approached Garner on suspicion of selling “loosies” (single cigarettes) from packs without tax stamps. After Garner told the police that he was tired of being harassed and that he was not selling cigarettes, the officers went to arrest Garner. When officer Daniel Pantaleo tried to take Garner’s wrist behind his back, Garner pulled his arms away. Pantaleo then put his arm around Garner’s neck and took him down onto the ground. After Pantaleo removed his arm from Garner’s neck, he pushed the side of Garner’s face into the ground while four officers moved to restrain Garner, who repeated “I can’t breathe” eleven times while lying facedown on the sidewalk. After Garner lost consciousness, officers turned him onto his side to ease his breathing. Garner remained lying on the sidewalk for seven minutes while the officers waited for an ambulance to arrive. The officers and EMTs did not perform CPR on Garner at the scene; according to a spokesman for the PBA, this was because they believed that Garner was breathing and that it would be improper to perform CPR on someone who was still breathing. He was pronounced dead at the hospital approximately one hour later. Garner had been arrested by the NYPD more than thirty times since 1980 on charges such as assault, resisting arrest, and grand larceny. According to an article in the New York Times many of these arrests had been for allegedly selling unlicensed cigarettes. In 2007, he filed a handwritten complaint in federal court accusing a police officer of conducting a cavity search of him on the street, “digging his fingers in my rectum in the middle of the street” while people passed by. Garner had, according to The New York Times, “recently … told lawyers at Legal Aid that he intended to take all the cases against him to trial”. At the time of the incident, he was out on bail for selling untaxed cigarettes, driving without a license, marijuana possession, and false impersonation.

” Garner had been arrested 30 times, he was out on bail for; driving without a license, possession, and false impersonation; a scofflaw…He was an extremely large man who was resisting arrest, and would be alive today if he was an innocent African American just walking down the street; he brought his death to him…

6) Tamir Rice: A man called 911 to report that a “guy with a gun” is pointing it at people at Cudell Recreation Center.

The man was calm and told dispatcher Constance Hollinger that the person pointing the gun was “probably a juvenile” and that the gun is “probably fake.”

Hollinger relayed the call to dispatcher Beth Mandl. She sent Garmback and his trainee, Loehmann, his trainee, to Cudell. They were on patrol and were the closest available officers to investigate. Garmback, behind the wheel of the cruiser, drove toward Cudell. Loehmann, who’s been on the force for less than a year, sat in the passenger seat.

The problem was that dispatchers didn’t tell Loehmann and Garmback that Tamir might be a child and that the gun might be fake. Mandl told Cuyahoga County Sheriff’s Department investigators that she was not aware original caller said those things. As the cruiser stopped, Tamir reached into his right waistband and pulled out the replica gun.
Loehmann got out of the cruiser and fired his service weapon twice at close range. Loehmann said he shouted warnings to Tamir to drop his firearm, but the whole interaction lasted less than two seconds.

The city, since this shooting, has worked with the U.S. Justice Department and an independent monitor to re-draft how officers use force and try to de-escalate situations. While the new policies still leave officers a lot of discretion, it also says officers must take every step necessary to avoid using violence before using a weapon.

“A sad heartbreaking event, but I must make the point that Tamir was not shot because he was an African American…Also he was 5’7” and weighted 190 lbs.

7) Walter Scott: At 9:30 a.m., April 4, 2015, in the parking lot of an auto parts store at 1945 Remount Road,[20] Slager stopped Scott for a non-functioning third brake light.[21] Scott was driving a 1991 Mercedes, and, according to his brother, was headed to the auto parts store when he was stopped.[22] The video from Slager’s dashcam shows him approaching Scott’s car, speaking to Scott, and then returning to his patrol car. Scott exited his car and fled with Slager giving chase on foot. A toxicology report showed that Scott had cocaine and alcohol in his system at the time of his death.

“There is not one iota of evidence the officer shot Scott because he was African American…The major question is why did Scott run?

I must conclude their protests are therefore unfounded…”

THE GULF

Aside

People who dislike the way things work out detest history. Adults are fully aware that the practice of acceptance is necessary here. Yesterday is history tomorrow a mystery rings true. Those who would attempt to alter or completely erase a historical event or events are what Socialist do. Lies must become truth therefore burn books write new ones; history books that is. Our culture, as Americans, is founded in history. History is a great teacher, which can scold; never do that again. Intelligence commands us to move on

Some folks attempt to alter history having nothing to do with Socialism. The word acceptance is not present in the vocabulary. One way to make this happen is to tear down monuments representative of a historical time or event. They believe this will erase the incident. Some folks are that way.

Some insist their race is “supreme,” some claim that only their race matters, and one group believes Nazi fascism is the answer: They are all wrong and insult what this nation stands for.

Those who defend those monuments have a case. These stone history books represent a war fought, lives lost, changed, or heroes made. They speak too the wrong as well as the right. Fixated in stone they represent insult to others. Yet, for every insult is another monument representing praise. All depends on what side of the gulf your standing.

The intent of this article is to address the gulf, the abyss that divides this great nation.
We have been changed as a nation over the past years by two words. These two words
were introduced into our educational system, and have altered the thinking of many.
They are responsible for the premature deaths of countless citizens and the reason for the gulf between us. They have caused race differences to be amplified and the intensification of erroneous labeling of people. The two words; political correctness, which makes us all walk the pirates plank.

On one side of the gulf stands a stone Robert E. Lee on the other side a stone Martin Luther King. Who among you believes tearing down either one of these monuments changes history? The answer is obvious. The solution is to build a bridge.

 

 

 

KATHY GRIFFIN & MORAL RELATIVITY

Aside

Kathy Griffin: “He broke me”, no Griffin you broke you…You practice moral relativity, which means you author your own set of morals…This means you do whatever makes you feel good…The upside is you have no conscience…The downside is when you do what pleases Kathy and you intentionally butt heads with normal moral values, you can not cope…An apology is offered, and if not accepted you blame the person or persons you wronged…Your a moral deviate, and one sick person…You attacked my President without cause simulating murder; you belong behind bars…Anyone supporting your behavior is as sick as you are…

MEN’S BEST SHORT STORIES

Aside

AVAILABLE TODAY AT AMAZON.COM AND BARNES & NOBLE

https://www.amazon.com/Mens-Best-Short-Stories-Larry/dp/1612968228/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1487240056&sr=8-1&keywords=mens+best+short+stories+black+rose+writing

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mens-best-short-stories-larry-parr/1125515108?ean=9781612968223

PELOSI PIFFLE

Aside

To quote a recent comment by Nancy Pelosi:”We don’t wear our religion on our sleeve” is an interesting remark from a Roman Catholic who supports abortion and same-sex marriage…To wear on one’s sleeve means to express an emotion, belief, or stance overtly and make it an important part of one’s public life…This seems perfectly normal for Christians…She also said; “Democrats are people of faith and Republicans prey on the American people”…First of all this women plays the same word game taught to other Liberals, the inclusive ALL…When you make a naked reference to 100 million folks, without quantifying it you have said all…The remark, all Republicans prey on the American people, teeters on the insane…Judge not in the Biblical sense requires the component of condemnation, and let me be very clear; I am judging her…She is a public figure demeaning Christianity via hypocrisy…”The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.” (Psa. 37:30)… As to Republicans duping the American people Pelosi shines a very bright light on her hypocrisy…”You can keep your doctor” is the poster expression of preying on the American people…”You must sign Obama care without reading it” runs a close second…Folks, the depth of moral depravity that the existing leaders of the Democratic party (yes i mean all) have sunk to is unprecedented in my lifetime and for that matter in American history…Enter President Trump; drain the swamp!

THE SHIP OF MADNESS

Aside

THE SHIP OF MADNESS

 

Obama has left a trail, which a Boy Scout could follow, of data proving his disdain, and hatred for Israel. If and when all the latent underhanded knowledge of his administration becomes known prepare to be lighting struck. There is a strong under current, yet present, to convert our beloved Republic to Socialism. Democrat leaders, in my opinion, illustrate successful brainwashing enhanced by money lots of money. This solves their usage of insane commentary, which is so obviously contradictory. Hired gangs conduct the campus riots, rioting protesters are hired thugs. Do you not see this? Anarchy is contrived now in an attempt by Democrats to create havoc. They lost, therefore foot stomping until shoes wear out is not enough. We are now merely seeing the tip of an iceberg, and it is going to get worse. Dynamic leadership of Americans, who no longer accept the attempted destruction of this great nation, will sink their ship of madness …Be strong America, and place your faith in Our Lord Jesus

 

 

John Has a Church Nearby

Aside

John Has a Church Nearby

By

D. Edwin Burbee

The road stretching in front of me, its distance grinding down the will to continue is causing hypnotic staring. A plume of red dust, with hues of brown, flour like in texture arrive in my face curbing the distant gaze. Thick wooded pines, like soldiers at attention, stand guard on my right. To the left, fields of weeds appearing as uncombed hair wandering to the horizon speak words inside my head. This is desolation. But this is what you were longing for, isn’t it? Yes it is. I am an alcoholic with 3 months of sobriety. Backpacking in the Adirondack Mountains, retreating from everyone and everything is crucial. Without calluses on my feelings, once numbed with whiskey, being alone keeps sanity tight and close. My name is Ernie.

Thirty-one is too young for a drunkard, I told myself. It is not really a problem, I told myself…Lies, all lies! I took my first drink at six never stopping until May of this year. Every member of my immediate family was alcoholic; may they rest in peace. It is not their fault; “in the blood” says my AA sponsor. The search for an answer brings my distortion to this empty yet beautiful place. What am I looking for? That is mysterious. Pushing me forward is a compelling power, seeking insight just around a distant curve of path. I am a living puzzle, the 1,000 piece size, born containing 999.

The Tongue Mountain Range trail was my choice with lean-tos for overnight camping. The down side is timber rattlers; these are large snakes some approaching five feet. The upside is they are a great source of protein; The Ruger SP101, on my belt, is loaded with snake shot for that purpose. Seeing an unoccupied lean-to in the distance, I stop to set up camp.

Removing my backpack, I hear the sound of footsteps, the voice of a women behind shouts “stopping for a break”.

“Yes, where did you come from”?

I’ve been following you for miles”, she replied. Odd, I thought; wonder why I never saw her? “Are you heading for Brown Mountain, My names Vicky”?

“I’m Ernie; Vicky was my mother’s name, what are the chances”?

“Must be karma”, she quipped.

“Actually, I don’t know where I’m headed, how about you? She did not reply, only smiled.

Then she spoke, “The look on your face plus tone of voice tells me your walking away from somewhere, not to; am I correct”?

“Look, I’m just on a hike are you some kind of seer”?

“Never been called that before, but that’s fairly close” she responded.

“Close, close to what?”

“Ernie lets start a fire and I’ll brew up some tea”.

“OK Ms. Seer, but watch out for snakes”.

“Snakes stay away from me Ernie”.

Fire started and water set to boil we sat down on a log, she spoke first.

“What are you searching for”? Her voice is melodic and when she speaks, a profound peace overwhelms.

“A solution to a problem Vicky, I’m a drunk, been dry since May, seeking a cure or a way to live without booze; make sense?” She poked at the fire. Sparks winking in darkness compliment the unusual feeling of peace.

Pausing a moment, her tuneful voice plays; “inside of everyone’s soul is a door without a knob. Behind that door is a closet with a cloak hanging on a hook. Most think past this door an entire lifetime”.

“Vicky, how do I open this door”?

“You knock and it opens, then you put on the robe. To tap on the door is accomplished by praying the sinner’s prayer”.

“Vicky, what are you some sort of minister”? Again, no reply just a smile.

Alright, what is the robe or cloak for”?

“It is the robe of forgiveness, a complete pardon awaits anyone who knocks and asks the Almighty One to forgive all past sins. Donning the robe marks you as His, gifting eternal life. But the road to life forever is strait not impassable; The Great Spirit will guide you, for you are no longer alone”. Reaching out she placed a stone in my hand. “What is this”, I inquire, and “it feels warm”.

“Ernie this is for you, it is syenite a form of granite. Keep it forever as a reminder of this moment. John has a church nearby, all your answers are there”.

“John, John who”?

She stood placing her hand on my shoulder, “John the Baptist”.

“This Church, how do I find it”?

“Just walk you’ll see…just walk”.

Opening the side flap on my backpack I placed the stone inside. “Thank you Vicky, would you like another cup of tea? Vicky”? She was gone! Looking up and down the trail there was no sign of her; vanishing almost instantly without a sound.

Sitting back down on the log, I begin to cry. Flowing tears of sorrow breach the dam of resentment. Manacles of memories melt instilling peace. The queen of sleep reintroduces herself; drifting, drifting then suddenly sunrise.

At daylight, I leave the lean-to and begin to walk, following an off-shoot path. There is not a thought as to direction, walking excitedly, and just placing one foot in front of the other. When the sun is high, a church steeple comes into view. Reaching the building I read the name, “Fellowship Baptist“.

The Minister greets me at the door. “What can I do for you”?

“I want to pray the sinner’s prayer and be saved” The words come out without thinking.

“At this time, you are exactly where you’re supposed to be, follow me”, he directed.

That was 34 years ago. Sobriety and the Great Spirit live within. The syenite rock is still in my pocket. I now know that Vicky is my Guardian Angel and one day we will meet again, only this time I will be wearing the cloak of forgiveness.

A SATANIC IDEOLOGY

Aside

 

A SATANIC IDEOLOGY

Last night, in the state of Maryland, a young mother was shot to death in a liquor store. A twenty-three year old man was found shot to death in his car. Two dead and several wounded at a dance studio; every victim was Black. Why am I posting these murders? Simple stated no one appears to be outraged. Where are all those floor sitters?. You know the undignified Democrats who broke to feed their faces.

I am singling out the four dead from last night to make a point. Liberal’s have great difficulty grasping the meaning of “Assault Rifle”. This unveils a perceived lack of knowledge. I do not believe they lack the meaning of the phrase Assault rifle.I am convinced that the loudest Liberals are keenly aware of the difference between Automatic, Semi-Automatic, and that Assault rifles have a selector switch allowing a choice between the two.

My point is this; Black youth is being murdered via gunshot night after night after night without one word from those floor-sitters. In 2013 11,419 people were killed by gun fire. A few data-points. Of the 11,419 people who died from guns in 2013, 84% were male, and nearly half (48%) were under 30. Most were killed with a handgun, and the majority were Black. Elizabeth Warren remarked, “We lose 8 children and teenagers to gun violence every day. If a mysterious virus suddenly started killing 8 of our children every day, America would mobilize teams of doctors and public health officials. We would move heaven and earth until we found a way to protect our children. But not so with gun violence”.

Ms. Warren is fixated on Assault Rifles. Does she actually believe the weapon of choice were Assault Rifles in the deaths of 11,419 people?  Of course not, she is very aware of the facts. So why do we constantly hear the opposite? The issue runs much deeper than an AR-15.  It runs past guns as a whole and shines a light on the real reason; disarm Americans. Not all Americans just Conservatives to keep the opposition armed. A loud clamor will erupt if you make this charge, but truth has a way of pushing back soil like a seedling; you cannot hide truth.In the past decade twenty-four Americans were killed by terrorist gun fire while 280,000 were killed by guns.

Does anyone reading this understand that you can pick a street in any major city where the hood is and with the proper cash purchase a gun? The serial numbers will be missing, which should wake you up. Not one of those Black Congressmen and women, not one of those Black leaders, no Liberal Senators are interested. NO ONE SEEMS TO GIVE A RIP AS BLACK KIDS DIE. Here is why, they want to disarm Conservative Americans. Addressing the enormous flow of every type of handgun, rifle, or shotgun illegally in the street would ruin their quest to add gun law upon gun law eventually reaching their goal. Folks, it isn’t about the hundreds of thousands of firearms easily trading hands every night in the street, it is not about the incredible number of Black kids that die each night. If it were, their agenda would dissolve; it is the satanic ideology of Liberal leaders; deftly orchestrated yet no longer hidden.

 

BRING BACK THE LIGHT

Aside

 

Ever walk into a darkened restaurant on a bright sunny day? It takes awhile for your eyes to adjust…You need to get “use to it;”and that is what happened to many people; they became used to darkness…The darkness of Satan becomes normal over time…In the black ink of iniquity anything is acceptable…All matters of normal are altered to meet your lifestyle…If you have been saved, and accepted Jesus Christ as your savior then you have nothing to do with the new normal; nothing…PC is the roof over new normal…Inside is evil, where all forms of depravity hide…It is the complete absence of Jesus…America has gotten use to darkness…It wallows in sin…It is modern-day Sodom…Step out of the darkness into the waiting arms of Our Lord…A complete pardon awaits…Stop and define eternity, then ask yourself where would you rather spend it….