Front Line

At that age we were in the learning stage (most of the time) that would be the most critical knowledge of our lives. We formed opinions that would travel most of the way with us to adulthood. We would listen to our elders as they told us about how things use to be and how they really were at the present. They were helping us to form our opinions for the future, so the thought. We were writing new lines for literature, crossing new thresholds and some would even reach new heights that would be entered into the Guineas Book Of World Records. Even though most of us never got that far we knew when we crossed the line and were no longer average. Now there was my friend Imus Handler who was no longer considered average when he entered a pie-eating contest and ate twenty-two pies and a football uniform.

So throw a log on the fire, light that coal oil lamp; settle down with this book in front of the fireplace and we will take a tour through the mind of the South. Before you have finished you will be asking the same questions I did: Which side of the Mason Dixon line am I really on…Have I really seen the sunshine boys…Why do Yankees wear knee length pants…And how in the world did Flipper get Al in as Vice President.

I hope all that read this book find a little fun within, but I also hope you take to heart the serious points that are made as well. We are to face some trying times in our country in the future, especially if we get serious about straightening out our problems. Without the courage and endurance that will be necessary we may as well never begin. We have the natural qualities as Americans to get the job done, but we are going to have to get right at heart. We are going to have to get involved in government if it is not too late.

We are going to have to be firm with our representatives in Washington and settle for no less than we need. I am not going to insult your intelligence by explaining every little detail, but I am going to share a small portion of the convictions I feel will have to be completed to get this country out of the red and back on its feet.

Perhaps we should follow the example of some of the animals in their selection of a leader. The wolf is a prime example of quality selection. As their present leader starts getting older and perhaps falling a little short in his leadership qualities, the younger wolves start testing their strengths and weaknesses. If the old one does maintain his position the younger ones keep trying until they finally run him to the rear of the pack.

The old one has no choice and is forced to accept a position at the rear. The pack does not give him an outrageous retirement, they do not provide his food, and they do not finance his parties or furnish him four armed wolves to protect him when he goes to Japan to make a four million dollar speech. He is just a plain ole wolf like the rest of them. There is one thing the pack will do for their old leaders. When the old ones get to weak to keep up with the pack they will kill him off in a fight to the finish, giving him dignity in death keeping him from starving and dying in shame.

The rhino does things a little differently. The younger rhino just walks up to the older one and says; " if you don’t relinquish your position ole chap I am going to hold your head under water until your face turns purple".

I’ve often wondered why politicians start mudslinging almost from the start of their campaign. I have asked doctors, lawyers (except from ACLU), clergymen and just plain ole rednecks and no one has came up with anything that makes any sense. I have followed campaigns from beginning to end searching for some positive results that has stemmed from mudslinging and none found. I guess we are more like the wolf pack than I had reasoned, guess it is politician eat politician after all. Careful there redneck!