I guess I have lived too long.  I certainly never thought that I would be living during a time when it was a sure-fire fact that one of the cases the Supreme Court will have to decide on in the very near future will be the question of which bathroom a person can or cannot use.  It just boggles my mind.

How did all this start?  It was the little things.  Do y’all remember when Coach Robbins came to Pecos and one of the first things he complained about was you women wearing jeans to school.  Those tight jeans were distracting the football team.  Besides that, they were boys’ style jeans.  Those jeans could have been the fore-runner of all our problems in our modern society.  One of the greatest athletes of our time decided he really didnt feel manly so he switched.  Let his hair grow out, got some boobs and took to the streets as a woman.  Saw today that he was thinking about switching back.  What happened, panty girdle cause a rash on your scrotum?  Living as a woman not all it was cracked up to be?  Difficulty in getting a date?  Does anyone remember anyone in the whole world claiming to be transgender ?   I never heard of the term during my formative years.  Now, a transgender person is on every news show on TV and its not just the same one.  There must be many more of them that I would have guessed.  The state of North Carolina decided to take the bull by the horn, so to speak, and passed a law stating that you had to use the bathroom based on your natural gender.  If you were born a man and even though you felt like a woman, you had to use the men’s room.  The feds stepped in and have stated that to make a person do this was discriminatory and they must be allowed to use the potty that makes them feel good about them selves and how they are being treated.  Have we solved so many of our problems that this has become our nation’s biggest problem?  I think not.  I would think that trying a case before the Supreme Court would be a great career feat for any attorney.  How would you like to be the attorney who was forever known as the lawyer involved in “CRAPPER VS USA”.  Hang your head in shame.

Life is mostly confusing so it does not need many of the things that seem to get in the way and cause stress to all of us.  We need things to be orderly.  Hill country peaches are supposed to come out in June and July.  Now they have said that they will start hitting the road side stands in the next week or so.  I am not ready for that.  I want some fresh peaches but I am not ready to go up there to get them.  I guess an adjustment in my travel calendar is in order.

I hope all of us can survive the coming election season.  Its going to be a long haul.

Chuy

I am a simple man.  I don’t need much to get along in this world.  I want a few things, none of which is asking too much.  So what does a man of my needs and wants think about.

I need a couple of pair of loose-fitting putter pants: I need three pairs of comfortable shoes and I need a climate controlled facility to go potty. ( warm in winter, cool in summer).Like most folks, I want more things than I need.  I want the lady across the alley to understand that having a garage sale every weekend is not an inherent right.  It can not and wasnt meant to be a career choice.  I want the man down the alley to understand that the alley can not serve as an area for repairing automobiles or for storing them. His neighbor needs to understand that having your fence held up with tent pegs and rope does not fit the covenants of the subdivision we live in.  I want HEB grocery chain to uphold the sign on the express line that says “limited to 15 items or less”  They need to make it understood that an item does not constitute an entire basket full of groceries.  I want that people do not choose to discuss the PTA meeting in the center of the aisle of the grocery store.  I want that people who park in front of the sign that says ” NO PARKING, FIRE LANE” understand that the sign means them.  Unless they are driving tanker truck #9 from the neighborhood fire station, they need to move on.  I don’t give a damn if their spouse just ran in to get a few items.  That was probably the sumbitch that was in the express line with 150 items in their basket.

I want someone for president of our country who is not subject to being indicted for passing along state secrets on Facebook.  I want a person who doesn’t make me wish that Cowboy Bob and Howdy Doody were back on Television.  I want a Congress that isn’t mostly interested in lining their own pockets and feathering their own nest.  I want somebody up there to sit back one day and say,  “Damn, we ought to do something for the simple man that we represent.”  Well Joe Bob, what do you mean?  Any ideas?  Well we could give him something that makes him think we care about him.  Gee, hey I have an idea, why don’t we give him a warm place to shit

. I guess sometimes you get what you need and don’t even have to ask for it.  What a country we live in.

Chuy