Have you gotten yours yet????

Received in my mail this week, my
"OFFICIAL BUSINESS ONLY"
envelope.
'My Response is Required by Law'
states bold lettering on the front of the envelope.

After three days of laying on the bench in the garage, I decided that tonight would be the night I open the envelope and see what is so important to our government that my response is require by law.
Is there some great debate that cannot be finished without my input?
Is there some great crisis that cannot be solved without my input?
Is there some great decision that will have a lasting effect on future lives without my input?

It would appear that there is.....

Of course if I were so important to our government that my
"Response is Required by Law",
then I would think they would have addressed the envelope to me personally.
But NO, in typical government fashion the envelope came addressed
"To Resident At".....
Now I can overlook that considering how many people live in my house. All four of us. I guess it is a lot to ask of our government to know who I am and where I live. I've only been here 10 years, paid taxes on this property for those 10 years, and paid my annual tax from this residence for the past 10 years.
But they are busy, so I can forgive that oversight.
But then I opened the envelope to see what was so important to the sender that I am threatened by law to defile by failing to respond.
Page 1 sample question;
'Please provide information for each person living here.
Start with any adult livning here and this will be Person #1.'
Last Name?
First Name"
Sex?
Person 1's Date of Birth?
Is Person 1 of Hispanic, Latino, or Spanish origin?
(of the five subquestions, not one asked me if I am an American)
What is Person 1's race?

Now I consider myself to be pretty open minded and willing to adapt to most situations. I understand that there are many complex aspets to our world that I could be better versed in. I know that there are many people that are required to make difficult, life affecting decisions every day. I know that there are reasons that our government needs to know how many people there are in our country.
BUT what I don't understand is why they require all this information about my sex, nationality, and origin.

I AM AN AMERICAN.
MY WIFE IS AN AMERICAN.
MY SON IS AN AMERICAN.
MY DAUGHTER IS AN AMERICAN.
Hell even the squirrels that dig in my yard are American.
THERE ARE FOUR AMERICANS THAT LIVE AT THIS ADDRESS.
WE ARE AMERICANS THAT WERE BORN IN THIS COUNTRY.
OUR PARENTS WERE BORN IN THIS COUNTRY.
THAT MAKES ALL FOUR OF US AMERICANS.


Since my maternal family is from Germany, should I state that I am German-American?
Not an option.
Since my faternal family is from England, should I state that I am English-American?
Not an option.
Why are these not an option on the questionaire?
All it seems the questionaire wants to know is if I am from
Spanish decent, or African decent.
I wonder why this is so?
Why is it so important to know this information?
What will happen to my response, that is required by law, if I answer with incorrect information?
Are the decisions that this questionaire request going to be used to benefit one member of society over another?
Seems to me they already know who I am, and what my nationality is.
Hell it states it on my driver's license.

Oh well, guess this is another example of our government at make work.
FDR would be proud.

'something wicked this way comes'

not really sure why this scares the hell out of me....
but I have this feeling that I am being watched.....
and I am not sure what I can do about it.....
but I know I DO NOT LIKE IT......
and I truly believe that 'Capitalism' is better than 'Socialism'....
and the Country which I am PROUD to belong to is a DEMOCRATIC society.....
the people that craft these changes are unlike the forefathers of this nation....
these elected 'officials' are not concerned with the history of the country that allowed them to rise to the position they now hold.....our country's Fathers were willing to risk their own life and their family's life to better themselves and the society in which they lived.....the same ideals that forced our forefathers to abandon their homelands and risk creating a life in an unknown and wild country are now reduced to being 'politically correct'.....
Are we now too proud, or too embarrassed, to recognize our history..????
why are we now willing to change our history...????
are we to fault because our parents and grandparents and greatgrandparents were willing to sacrifice their freedom to allow others to enjoy the same..???
at what point to we say 'enough is enough'..?????
our country WAS founded on RELIGIOUS FREEDOM......
and we do enjoy the right to bare arms....whether you wear a shirt or not....
at what point do we say that something is wrong with our society....

and who says it.....

those responsible are the reason we are a FREE DEMOCRATIC COUNTRY
and why is the photo at the top of the article screaming at me...???

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/35839979/ns/us_news-education/

read the horsefarmers story today and it reminded me of a few things....
one of which is the wind off the Altantic Ocean as it streams down the street that my work fronts on.....damn cold wind with no breaks.....
reminds me of what TC felt this am when he ventured out to feed his stock....
as the mind works, my wonders from one idea to the next and in the flat lands of Oklahoma I recalled an ancient song the kid and I listened to on a long drive home one night from the Ozarks.....the lyrics follow:

Many a month has come and gone
Since I’ve wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma Hills
Where I was born
Many a page of my life has turned
Many lessons I have learned
And I feel like in those hills
Where I belong
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ridin’ my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy’s life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony
Through the draw
Where the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ridin’ my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy’s life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
And I feel like in those hills
Where I belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ridin’ my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy’s life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born


somehow this song always reminds me of the cold bitter wind that rolls over the Ozark Range during winter......thanks to Arlo and Woody Guthry for their skills

As promised....

tires and wheels not factory......those were added after purchase without the kid's knowledge......glad he approved.....

photo credit to the kid..............

thaks to the longrooffan, the good attorney, Grandpa George, the M38A1, the Willies Car Company, the kid......and countless others that enable me and the kid to............

.......CELEBRATE LIFE...........