Happy Texas Independence day!
"Today is the 171st anniversary of the signing of the Texas Declaration of Independence at Washington-on-the-Brazos on March 2, 1836." - Houston Chronicle.
This is a good time to remember one of my favorite American politicians, Sam Houston - friend of the Indian (they didn't call him the fuckin Raven for nothing), agin that bestial slavery system, pro-Union, and especially pro the bottle. Sammy, what happened? LI is going to commune with his ghost today.
Here's a bit of history. On April 19, 1861, Sam went to Galveston, which was like the Charleston of this state, pro-secesh, and from the balcony of the Tremont House Hotel he threw down, which was a dangerous thing to do in Texas. After all, at around the same time, round the Dallas area, Confederate hoodlums were lynching pro-Unionists (always remember, the Confederacy was founded on the blind criminal violence, and was a completely dishonorable enterprise from start to finish - a nation of lynchers, crosseyed nosepickers, and rapists, ruled by bearded retards). When Houston made the speech, someone in the crowd shouted: here's a rope, let's hang the old traitor. Ah, the peabrained descendents of the man who shouted that now run the country!
Being a man of some sense, Houston ended his speech with a prediction: "You may, after the sacrifice of countless millions of treasure, and hundreds of thousands of precious lives, as a bare possibility, win Southern independence, if God be not against you: but I doubt it. I tell you that, while I believe with you in the doctrine of State rights, the North is determined to preserve this Union. They are not a fiery impulsive people as you are for they live in cooler climates. But when they begin to move in a given direction, where great interests are involved, such as the present issues before the country, they move with the steady momentum and perseverance of a mighty avalanche, and what I fear is they will overwhelm the South with ignoble defeat."
So you see, not all Texans are as retarded as the freak show specimen currently parading his baboon like hindquarters around the White House.
So GO OUT AND GET DRUNK TONIGHT! And sing the yellow rose of Texas, or - oh my favorite, I'm gonna cry - Marty Robbins El Paso: "Down in the west texas town of El Paso/ I fell in love with a Mexican guuuuurlll".
If you don't like that song - well, fuck you.
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PS - okay, okay. If you don't like Marty Robbins ballad (if you have a soul so dead), you can always sing this Ray Wylie Hubbard Song - although I've never met anybody who was actually born in Texas who likes it. I wasn't born here, so I do like it!
ReplyDeleteI got on my cowboy boots, jeans
And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses
And a mobile phone
I guess I look like some Port Aransas
Dope dealer that's out on bail
Just trying to get home
Well I ain't in jail and I got me a guitar
Got a little band that's hotter than a rocket
Sometimes we're sloppy
We're always loud, tonight we're just ornery
And locked in the pocket
So screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas baby, so screw you
Etc.
That's the spirit!
ReplyDeleteBroadening tx day, here's an accordionist who played with the legendary Lydia Mendoza, conjunto diva from the thirties. He's old now, but he can still play:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oArfKASTj4Q
I don't know, roger. Would we perhaps be better off if the South had been allowed to seceed? Many of today's bugaboos come directly from the Civil War and post-Civil War enshrined of the national State and large corporations. Admittedly, those trends were in place before, but the Civil War solidified them.
ReplyDeleteI'm just an "anarchist hobbit," I guess. :)