Resist Cultural Marxism

AI asks that we resist cultural marxism. Or maybe he demands it. The only puncuation was a comma, so it was hard to tell for certian. I'll go him one better, though. I won't understand cultural marxism, that way there's no way it can get it's hooks in me. All I know for sure, and AI may or may not back me up on this, is that when the good Appalachian Intellectual speaks, girls in the Northwest (and Michigan, and Boston, and probably anywhere else girls might be found) get all breathless and weak kneed. If I was ever that cool I must have slept through it.

It always comes back to the Drive By Truckers. The best line I ever heard about the things you do under the influence was this, although I cannot remember the exact wording right now. What I've written is, however, pretty darn close:
No I ain't blaming whiskey, I ain't trying to
Whiskey doesn't make you do things, it just lets you

I've been watching LOST and I wonder why their clothes haven't gotten more raggedy. On Gilligans Island thay had washing machines made out of tuna cans and vines, so clean clothes were pretty much a given. But these guys on LOST... well, what gives?

COSTCO won't take a Visa Card. Well, that's gonna limit my purchases. It's not like I have any real money.

I have a lot of girls that are friends. Actually, maybe that should be I have a lot of friends that are girls. Anyway, one that I've known a long time laid a smooch on me one night and let me know the door was open for a more "meaningful" relationship. You know how them PA girls are. Still, flattering as I found it, I like my friends to be just friends. It's so much easier that way. While I would never be so crass/brave/honest as to have actually shown it to her, I wrote this about that. Her name is not Ellen and she don't smell. But I did like that title.

Smellin' Ellen

I'd love to see you but I know what you'd say
And I ain't feeling like you feeling that way
It's not that I don't find you pleasant, of course
But this old dog, he just ain't leaving the porch

I think I'm happy in my bare feet
I think I toss and turn a lot when I sleep
I think that orange juice goes better with rum
I think you understand where I'm coming from

Keep on pushing baby, I won't budge
Don't you worry, I ain't holding no grudge
I think it's nice of you to see me that way
But really, I don't see it happening today

I think I'm happy with my old truck
It's got a certian kind of hand me down luck
I think there's things to do that I ain't done
I think you understand where I'm coming from

What I'm saying is you're seeing me wrong
There's lots of places that I'll never belong
It's not like I ain't ever tried it before
That's why this hound dog's gonna stay on the porch

I'd love to see you but you'd just carry on
And I ain't feeling like you staying that long
I understand you're set on changing my mind
Maybe later, baby, some other time

I think I'm happy in my blue jeans
Sipping bourbon in the New Orleans rain
I call my friends up when I ain't thinking clear
I think you're knowing where I'm coming from here

I think I'm happy in my bare feet
I think I toss and turn a lot when I sleep
I think that orange juice goes better with rum
I think you understand where I'm coming from

Ed
Curacao

B-b-bungle in the j-jungle, out
Ramblin' Ed