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Hey there, this is Charlie up on Hooker Mountain!
What have ya' all been doin'?
Me and my wife Hedda been hangin' out on the mountain, watchin' the year go by.
My misses thinks I ought to be happy that the election is over. An' President Obama is takin' charge by runnin' all over the world an' tellin' ever one that we are "good guys over here."
I done told Hedda that us sayin' we are the "good guys" isn't goin' to convince any body when we is still takin' bombs and guns to war. Seems to me, when we bring all our boys home an' begin producin' food instead of bullets, the world is goin' to believe us is good guys!
I think about the times we been to war, and my heart sinks. I think if I told you how many wars I have lived through, your heart would sink clear to your socks!
Ain't tellin' you how old I am. But, I got to tell you that "I remember more wars from my age, than most people have years." Especially, if'n you're less than 30 years old this year.
My Uncle used to say that, "if'n we'd pay more attention to 'bein' on time, than bein' right,' " we'd have a lot less of them wars. At this time in my life, I begin to agree with'em.
Time was wars came and went with a truthful thought about why we'd go to war. Our government would discuss it all, an' the radio would report it to us. Now wars just kinda sneek up on us! One here and another there. I can't even remember their names any more. Not one, or two, or three wars, but somethin' new in the news all of the time.
My Hedda says that she is never goin' to have any little ones again to send to war. Just too many wars and not enough kids. So she's on strike! Hedda believes that women need to stand up and say, "No more cannon fodder from my household!" She ain't give'em politicians no more soldiers to send to some God-forsaken place.
Can't even count on havin' family 'round the Christmas tree any more! Someone in the family's always trampin' around in the sand, playin' tough an' duckin' bullets.
Bring my boys home! Let 'em have some rest. Keep the families together. Some of my youngin's haven't seen their dads for over a year. Now, what kind of citizen are my youngin's goin' to be like without their dads at home to help them grow up?
I tell ya, the worst thing wars cause our country is not the deaths or big debts we are leavin' for our children. It's the children who are growin' up, without a dad, because he's been sent off to war!
Where are the nightly hugs for them kids, when dad comes home from work?
Where is the games of kick ball, out in the yard to let 'em know dad loves'm?
Put them kids in front of a tele-vision, or a game-boy for hours and for play. This is what is happen'n. They'll grow up thinkin' a machine is their daddy!
I love my kids and my gran' kids. I love 'em with all my heart. But if I had it to do over again, I think I might listen to my Hedda.
Hedda's hoppin' mad! She stomps her foot an' says, in fury,"I'm not donatin' any more of my flesh and bone to a war machine. . .not ever again!"
This is Charlie, up on Hooker Mountain.
God Bless ya, an' all your little ones!
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Hello, this is Charlie, up on Hooker Mountain!
Did ya see the halabaloo about the new Court Justice? I been watchin' all about President Obama and his choice for this nomination.
A woman for the place. Seems to me we need more women sittin' there makin' noise about justice. Just take a look. Ever woman who runs a household and family is probably more capable than any man to sit on that bench!
Take a look! Any one day she has to make justice in her home. What with the kids, the husband, the milkman, the mailman. . .always something to take care of and she does it!
Sittin' on a bench, poundin' a gavel and makin' judicial decisions is a lot easier than lookin' for justice among a bunch of kids!
I'll tell you this. My Hedda is no shrinkin' violet when it comes to family fights among the kids in the family. Not even now, when they are all grown and with kids of their own. She is always in the middle of family differences, and you never see them goin' to war. We have a peaceful family and all of the kids and grandkids feel the justice and Love from her "tongue-lashin'" justice.
Now don't get me wrong. These kids don't always take her justice well. They cark and groan. But, they accepted a long time ago that she is very wise, and they listen. I don't think it is because she is their mom but they know she takes all things into account and she comes up with a vision of what is really happenin' and makes it clear what kind of justice is demanded.
I have never seen my kids and grandkids "take a swipe at her" sayin' she is not fair.
I think that we can all stand in the truth here. WE NEED A WOMAN LIKE MY HEDDA TO SIT IN THE SEAT OF NATIONAL JUSTICE. We need someone who is wise in family, with children, with adults, and YUP!, with dogs and cats!
Why critters? They just know things. Things we can't understand. And a woman understands them like they do kids and adults and what is really happenin' inside. I guess you call it intuition! Yup! They have this little thing inside that just knows, and why they know, I can't tell you, but I am amazed how my Hedda "knows things"! And by golly, she is always right! She will say, "You know what Charlie? I got a feelin'". An, when she says this, I shut up and listen. There is just somthin' inside of her that knows stuff.
I see our women as havin' somethin' special and I want this sittin' behind a gavil, on the bench in our Supreme Court. There are just too many of us "old buggers" that are tired and worn out. We don't have that "special somthin'" like our women that just knows with their heart.
Not that I think we should look at us men as not capable. But when there aren't enough women around we can get "old and stuck"! Give us a woman in the mix and not only do we pay better attention, but they keep us sharp! We just have to prove to them we understand too, and we move! We can't let them out run us. . .our pride is in the way! For after all, the Good Lord has made us the protectors of our families and to give this up for "old age", is just not smart. We got to keep up!
Give me some women on that bench, I say! Give us some honest "woman's intuition and specialness", Yess siree! And I'll bet you something right now! There's not going to be anything comin' out of that court that we will not be able to understand when it's done. Women who can communicate with children and avoidin' World War II, in the household, can certainly explain to us in the street, as well as her fellow judges, what is really happenin'!
This is what I think! GIVE US SOME WOMEN ON THAT COURT. Yes siree!
My Hedda just stuck her head around the corner from the kitchen and said to me, "Don't forget Charlie, to tell everyone to keep on prayin'. She is a big one on prayin". She also said to tell you that she knows that you all are headin' up the thought that we are goin' to win this here situation about the economy!She says she is a prayin' and she knows, intuition, that ever' thing is goin' to be all right!
JUST KEEP ON PRAYIN'! Hedda says. This is Ole' Charlie up on Hooker Mountain
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Hey there, this is Charlie up on Hooker Mountain.
I've been on a littl' vacation. It does good for the soul. An' my soul needed some rehabilitation after that election turn out. That was some spectacle, yes siree!
Have you ever seen such a hulabaloo? I almost couldn't believe my eyes at the vote turnout. All them voters, with shiny faces and big smiles, fairly made my heart sing. And if you think I'm goin' to ever forget that day, well it just ain't so.
Take a good look at what we have done since that hair-raisin' event.
There has been a lot of jargon' and talkin' in them first 100 days at the Whitehouse. But the most important thing I see is that we are "talkin'."
There was times in the past few years when it was so quiet out here where we are, that I thought you guys, an' me, had gone fishin' for about a hundred years. I cain't blame you, but now we are back on tract 'n every body is talkin' at the same time, let's keep it up!
I like the sound of words flyin' around my head. Especially, when it is because we care enough, and feel safe enough, to share our minds and speak up! I like it when you and I can talk about anythin' we want to an' don't have to worry about some "skin-head politician" splitin' our heads with a bat because he doesn't like the color of our eyes!
Halleluja! We are back on track, pushin' and a cursin' when we don't like somethin' very much. This is the America I Love and know.
If'in we keep talkin', just maybe we can get somewhere now. All of us need to stay awake and yell like all-bloody-hell if'n we see somethin' we don't like!
It is like yesterday. I met up with my friend Mike, downtown. He was a limp'n around on his foot and carryin' a cane. He said he had run into a rattler, up on the mountain, and stepped on it. That rattler was sittin' there, "clear as the day," after he took a big bite out of Mike.
I ask'd him what did he do?
He said he was hikin' alone, nothin' to do but to yell like "all-bloody-hell" for someone to help him out a little.
Soon there was a litt'le old man come runnin' up the hill, panten', his chest pumpin' so hard Mike could see it through his over-alls. He came to see what was goin' on in the bush. My friend yelled, "don't just stand there, do somethin'!
The litt'le old man looked at my friend, who is a big straplin' fellow, and said, "snake bite or not, you are goin' to have to carry me back down that hill. I got a heart condition!"
My friend says that if the man hadn't made him quit feelin' sorry for hisself, he might have died from the snake bite up on that mount'in. Ticked my friend off so much, since the rescuer became the emergency! And if'n either of them was goin' to get themselves down the mountain alive, my friend Mike was it.
Well Mike picks up the litt'e old man and heads down the mountain. The man whimpered and groaned like he was a dead man goin' to his grave.
As soon as Mike got to the bottom of the hill, the man slid to his feet, dusted off his britches, and walked away. Mike just shook his head in dismay! He couldn't believe that he had become a pack horse, an' him the injured one.
Mike didn't like this turn of events at all, and he started swarin' and hoppin' up and down, for the fool he was!
I grinned and said, "looks like you got what you wanted, 'Down the hill
and alive'!"
"Yup," he said, "I did, but I'll tell ya this, next time I am goin' to carry the snake down the hill, not the old man. A lot easier on me and I will still live! If I hang on to the snake tight like, he can only bite me once! The old man just kept on bittin' me with that rasty old tongue of his, and his yellin' like a banshee!"
The moral of this story is: "that if you want to be bittin', just keep complainin! And, stand in one place."
I got it that that is what happened to us the last eight years. We did too much complainin' and not enough "movin''. Hard to see the good things we can do when we are the "beast of burden"!
This is Charlie speakin'. I think we are all tired of being the "beast of burden" and want to be ready to stand up to "little ol' men" who make us the beasts of burden! And it is good for us to remember not to support "litt'le old men who want to be carried!"
We is standin' up now! All we have to do is stay away from snakes!
This is Charlie, up on Hooker Mountain!
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Did you see them Olympics? Rover-Boy and I did, and my Missus too. There was so much jumpin', runnin' and swimmin' I got dizzy!
I can't figure out why those who are runnin' the whole shebang are so uptight. They are always tryin' to look good and I see that those kids and such, come lookin' for a good time with one another and to do their best! I want to tell the adults, "Leave them kids alone! Let them play!" I don't think anyone is listen'n to me, but I got my word in just the same. My Missus told me to stop shoutin', if I didn't stop the yellin' the neighbors would think she was beatin' me up.
My Missus is so full of love she would never do any beatin' on me, or Rover-Boy, but the nosy neighbors don't know that. They just moved into the house down the hill from me two weeks ago. I like them well enough, but they don't seem friendly like, so I don't want rumors, in town, about me and my Missus.
Anyway, about them Olympic games, I think those kids need to be left alone to do their thing. I can't see why all of those countries are so uptight about what the kids are doin'. Seems to me that the countries need to stand aside and let the kids work it out together.
Do you think that there could be fun in those games, with someone with a Presidential Crest hangin' on his chest, leanin' over the rail yellin', "Go man go, kill 'em! Run!" Or, how about a face, lined with determination that, "My country will win no matter what and you had better run for your life, buddy!"
I love the sports and the kids tryin' their hearts out. I really do. But when I see these faces of government, lurkin' around the place, I get really mad. I want to see all of us be able to enjoy the efforts of our young'ns. I want to sit with my Missus and my dog, on my front porch in front of my tellie-vision, and hoop and holler to the top of my voice because we are all havin' such fun.
I think I will go down to the new neighbor's house and ask them to come up and join us on our porch. Maybe I will even make some popcorn and pass it around. I like to be a good neighbor, might as well start out with my new neighbor. And who knows, maybe those kids at the Olympics will start something new.
I saw a Chinese boy who won a Gold Medal, hug one of our boys who had won a Silver Medal. Now, boys huggin' in the past would have been looked at funny like. But, not now in these times. Those boys were huggin', and laughin', and congratulatin' one another! Then there were a lot of those athletes bunched up huggin' and poundin' one another's backs and all of them laughin'. Didn't seem to be any differences in any of them. They were just one big group of happiness. Those suspicious faces starin' at them just didn't seem to matter at all!
Maybe our kids are the wise ones and they make our tomorrows. I am so glad they are young and those with the lined faces, lurkin' behind the scenes, are old!
"Come on kids. . .keep it up!"
This is Ole' Charlie, up on Hooker Mountain!
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Hooker Mountain - Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Hey! This is Charlie up on Hooker Mountain,
How are you doin' today? I am lookin' at the tellie-vision, and shakin' my head at all of the stuff going on in the Presidential election. Seems to me that I am more and more confused!
What does it have to do with runnin' the country, when the candidates are spewin' stuff all over the world about who will be the best President? Not because they think it is important, what they are sayin', but because they just have to say somethin'!
Obama is a man who says a lot, but I wonder what he means when his message is always about "This Great Country". I agree with him, this is a great country! Ain't no surprise to me. I been livin' in this country a long time. But, to keep sayin' it over and over, ouch! I want to hear how he is goin' to run the country! And, that McCain feller, he says one thing, then the next minute, he says another, that doesn't make sense if the first sentence is the truth!
It feels like, to me, they need to stop sellin' and just get down to the truth of what they represent to this country.
Personally, I think they are scared of somethin'. Fear is a funny thing. When it comes 'round and hits us in the gut, we don't always make sense. We just begin runnin', and whatever gets in the way, we just keep goin'! Don't even think, we just keep movin' on. I got it figured that they is runnin' from somethin' and need to slow down a pace or two.
I think about that old black cat that lives out on my back porch. He came wanderin' off the mountain, behind my house and settled in on the back porch. When it would come night, he set up such a yowl that was so loud that my wife Hedda and me couldn't sleep. Old Rover-Boy, my dog, would finally join in. I would end up shoutin' at them at the top of my voice to stop the noise. By that time my heart would be poundin', and Hedda would be sittin' up in bed with her eyes glazed, and a finger in each ear.
This went on for about a week and Hedda told me to get rid of the cat. Plain and simple, me or the cat! That puts a man's body in quite a shock, when it is 3 a.m. in the mornin'. Losin' my warm bed in the night is not my plan!
So, I went to the back door lookin' for the cat. He had hunkered down behind the wood box. He was starin' up the mountain into the dark. His one good eye was lookin' up the mountain for anything that might move. He sat there swooshin' his tail and growlin'. I swear, I couldn't see nothin' out there in the dark. About that time, Old Rover-Boy came around the corner from the front of the house. I figure he was lookin' for me and feelin' for me to save him from the cat.
The cat took one look at Rover-Boy, with his one good eye and fear on his face. He jumped on Rover-Boy's back, with all claws out and ridin' high. Let me tell you, you ain't never seen anythin' like a dog bein' ridden by a one eyed cat who has fear in his eye. Rover-Boy did ever' thing he could to get that cat off his back. Rover-Boy howled to the top of his voice, jumped up and down and side ways like a buckin' bronco. The cat was yowlin' louder than ever.
I was tryin' to get hold of one of them critters to stop the ruckus, an there weren't no way. As soon as I had hold of one, the other would side step. All of a sudden, the back door flew open, and there stood Hedda with blood in her eyes and a broom in her hand!
She began swingin' that broom on all three of us. That wild cat's one eye was full of fear. He dug into Rover-Boy even more. I was tryin' to get out of the way, stumbled over the wood box and into Hedda’s "full arm swing" with that broom. I went down, rolled off the porch yellin', as I hit the ground. The dog and cat landed on top of me. Satisfied, Hedda threw the broom on top of us, shook her finger in the air, slammed the back door and locked it! Ever' thing got real quiet.
It was cold on that porch in the middle of the night. The cat made a couple of circles and made a bed on my chest. The dog got around on the other side of me and did the same. I rolled a little more under the porch and they followed me. I guess we were buddies for the night.
The curious thing is that the cat sleeps on the back porch, he ain't afraid any more of the dark up the mountain. Rover-Boy claims the front porch, and no kinda noise in the night, gets him off the porch until dawn. Hedda finally let me back in the house with a cup of coffee and a warnin' about my critters.
For the past two months, when it gets dark, everthin' is quiet. Except, that is, for my snorin'. That scroungey cat with the one eye and missin' fur, don't make a sound. Hedda sleeps with a smile on her face and a broom under the bed.
My thought for tellin’ this story of me and my critters is that, "when a woman takes over the house, things is goin' to happen! She can only tolerate so much when her "beauty sleep" is disturbed." My thought is that, "maybe after all, we need a woman in the White House, who carries a broom!"
This here's Charlie, up on Hooker Mountain.
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Hooker Mountain - Saturday, June 28, 2008
Hey, everyone!
This is Charlie up on Hooker Mountain.
I am here, with Rover-Boy, watchin' the news. And if you hear howlin', don't run scared. Rover-Boy is in one of his moods.
He thinks the world is comin' to an end. He likes to think we are safe up on my mountain. But, lately he has his doubts 'bout this.
How do I know this, he is just a Dog? Well it is easy. Just watch his tail action. When all is fine, he wags his tail so fast that I can use it for a fan on a hot day. But, when he hears somethin' he doesn't like, he whines to the top of his voice, an' hides his tail!
Like now, he just heard that television man sayin' there is goin' to be another war.
The next thing you know, there was the sound of guns an' shoutin'. That television man was runnin' a movie of men in the streets, guns blastin' away, and loud screams!
I took a look an' couldn't believe my eyes. There were people lyin' all over the street moanin'. Rover-Boy, heard the noise, took one look at the screen, tucked his tail between his legs, and rolled over on his back, on the porch with all four legs in the air! I thought he'd been shot! Swear to God, I thought someone was in our woods with a shot gun, Rover-Boy went down so fast.
I tried and tried to get Rover-Boy to stand up so I could see where he was shot. No goin'! I even tried to pick him up. No way! I didn't see no blood so I stopped worryin'.
That television man is still talkin' about war, an' Rover-Boy is still lyin' on the porch with all four feet in the air, growlin', and whinin' to the top of his voice. I can't hear a thing! I'm goin' in the house now an' leavin' this gall-darn-dog on my porch!
Good night all, Charlie
I'm still on my back. Best way to be when there are gun shots. Charlie thinks I can't hear him talking to me, I am so scared. Charlie talks and talks. He never listens to me! This is Rover-Boy and I have a lot to say.
First of all, I know that when I see something on the tube, it isn't long before there is more of the same thing, night, after night, after night. So, the guns and explosions are going to be more. I just know it! I'm not going to sleep at all, tonight, worrying about this. So, what does an insomniac dog to do when the sun goes down and he can't sleep. . .go hunting of course!
I have learned that when the television man begins to talk of anything, "newsworthy", the next thing you know, we are having it in our back yard! It happens all the time. It is like announcing to everyone, "Hey, get prepared for a new war", or, "Hey, your money's shrinking, you have to look for an extra job right now!" And sure enough, for the next week or two, the television man is out there interviewing everybody asking them where they found a second job!
Why do I roll over on the porch, stick my feet up in the air, and whine, and make a scene?
Well I have it figured out. When I hear the television man talking about the next "horrible incident", I know it's just around the corner.
So, tonight I was practicing playing dead, or in being in a lot of pain.
I have it figured out, if I am dying or bad hurt, those soldiers will march right on by!. . .I'm practicing, just in case. I try to tell Charlie, learning to act is a good thing.
Charlie won't listen to me, but if I practice enough maybe he will get it! So, I will just keep hollering maybe it will do some good, and Charlie will get it. I hope some day soon, someone will stop that television man from starting rumors. I am beginning to think he does this just to keep his job!
I will meet you out in the woods tonight when the sun goes down. There are a lot of good smells to chase. I learned this from what the television man does. Only, I don't bite anything and start a war in the woods. I just run, and smell, and have fun!
This is Rover-Boy, signing off!
See you in the woods.
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Hooker Mountain - Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Hey there! This is Charlie. Hope you're havin' a Great Day!
Today I want to talk about knowin' what is comin' down the pike with those politicians in the White House.
Up front, I have thought about this for a day or two, and I see 'em jumpin' around like flies on a hot griddle.
Now, I don't know about your kitchen, but my wife Hedda, is not happy with flies in her kitchen. In fact, one fly in her kitchen equals a lot of hollerin' and noise as she grabs her fryin' pan and begins to go after the interloper.
Rover-boy an' me, stays out of the kitchen when she begins cleanin' up the problem. Last time this happen'd, Rover-boy took off over the hill to the neighbor's house, an' I thought I had lost my dog! He came slinkin' back two days later with a guilty look on his face for high-tailin' out of here and leavin' me behind.
I just sat on the front porch and waited for the noise and yellin' in the kitchen to stop. Took awhile, but Hedda got it all in order and began our supper whilst she grumbled somethin' about "dog gone flies. ..nasty critters settin' on her sink!"
I take a look at my Hedda's temper, and sometimes I would like to send her and her fryin' pan to D.C. I think someone with a big voice and an attitude would be some help there.
I am tired of all of the slinkin' around, with tiny voices mutterin'. Like the other day, I was watchin' television on the front porch, and one of them politicians was standin' on the screen sayin' they was going to look at that "Iraquie war some, and decide what to do with it".
I couldn't figure out what he was sayin'. Was he goin' to take a trip there, watch it on television like me, or take pictures and frame 'em? I sat there, thinkin' what he meant and decided that he was tryin' to tell me I had to figure out what he was really sayin'. And while I was doin' that, he could sneak off the screen and leave it to me to figure it out while he took a break and headed for the Whitehouse and cocktail hour.
I never did see him return to explain what he meant, and I'm still wonderin'! Maybe he just wanted to keep me entertained, usin' my mind for something other than thinkin' about coon huntin' up on the hill above my house.
I never did figure it out! So, I made up my own mind and I figure it goes like this: He and Washington don't know what to do and the more they can make it difficult to understand, the more time they have to try to figure out what they are goin' to do. With the money running out, changes in Congress comin' 'round the bend, and general chaos all over the country, it is time to skeedaddle! An' the best way to do that is to seem to be happy, content and in charge, whilst we keep lookin' for something sensible to happen.
I have it figured out there ain't no sense to all of the stuff hangin'around the Whitehouse.
They're all headin' for the basement to play cards and wait for the checks to stop comin'! If'n all them at the Whitehouse can just hang on for a little while longer, they can rush out the back door with all the "spoils", and head for them hills.
Livin' in the hills is not a bad life. I like it a lot! So, I think the plan is just to hang, pretendin' to be on top of everythin' until they can draw the last check.
It is somethin' like playing survival games when we were kids with cowboy outfits and six shooters. We had a rule. No one said anything about rustlin' cattle as long as no one could see us doin' it. But if we saw any cows runnin' across our pastures, we got to hang or shoot'em. Them rustlers, that is. We were mostly not lethal with our six shooters, they were never loaded. Kids' six shooters don't have bullets, only mouth noises, yellin' "bang bang".
I figure those fella's in the Whitehouse now are doin' the same thing.They are waitin' for the rustlers to bring them the pay for the cattle they sent to market, then they will all run to the hills!!
Just don't want to see them on my side of the hill! Run somewhere else.I got my prayers in to the "Big Man" to keep them away from my hill. Don't need any of them near my cattle!
THIS IS CHARLIE, up on Hooker Mountain, lookin' out for rustlers headin' this way!
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