Coburn and Inhofe…
I’m not sure which is most catastrophic for Oklahomans – getting run over by a pair of supertornadoes or getting run over by that pair of shitbirds. I feel bad for Oklahoma Democrats – they got screwed coming and going.
PS – Do yourselves a favor Oklahoma – kick those rat bastards out the fist chance you get (and you’ll be doing the whole country a favor into the bargain).
I feel bad for all Oklahomans, the ones who really care about one another AND the Republicans who don’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but themselves. If those two really think their stance on reciprocity for disaster relief rang a true note, then ALL Oklahomans are tone deaf.
God help you if you live in Oklahoma, and are not very wealthy.
You get screwed by the weather, and even worse by your politicians.
It’s nothing new with Pub hosers like these two dim-wits, just a continuation of the Katrina attitude.. Ask Dubya, he’ll tell you.
What’s the matter with Kansas, and Oklahoma, and Missouri, and … ?
The myth of the “self reliant” frontiersman is no longer valid (if it ever was; remember community “barn raisings” among the Amish?), but the big guys want the little guys to keep coming ONE AT A TIME for help. They trick the little guys into THINKING they have power individually, when in fact the only power they have is TOGETHER. A bound bundle of sticks makes a strong beam, while each stick by itself is easily broken.
It wasn’t just the Amish who helped each other out. I remember when we would suddenly have an extra 10 or 12 workers on our farm when my dad would take the thresh machine out into the field. The extra workers were farmers in the area who came over to help pick up the shocks of wheat and haul them to the thresher & haul the grain away to store in our granaries. Then my dad would take the thresher to one of the farmers who had helped out and repeat until everyone had been taken care of. By the way: after WW1 my father had bought a thresher and went to the factory school so his services were greatly sought after because grain that he had threshed brought a higher price than that threshed by others because his grain was far cleaner. He was making over $4K a year (a lot of $ back then) just during threshing season until he decided to buy a farm.
Hi, ralphkr. Your post brought back memories of my youth on the farm and the threshing days. It was just like you described it. One farmer had a threshing machine and he went from farm to farm and all the neighbors showed up to help with the threshing. I always thought it was great fun. The ladies showed up also and cooked up a huge noon meal and later in the afternoon brought sandwiches and coffee, soda and beer out to the field for an afternoon break.
For some reason you just reminded me of the big glass case containing stuffed birds (huge bald eagle was the center piece) one of the farmers had in his parlor that I always checked out whenever we were at his place.
Do you remember what was involved in starting up a ca. 1942 John Deere? That’s what I thought of first. And when I was too young to start the tractor, I got the job of riding in the back of a ’29 Model A pickup hauling oats to the granary and shoveling them in. Funny how I remember that stuff as good times now.
I must admit that a 1942 John Deere was far newer than any of our tractors. Our oldest tractor was a Case with steel lug wheels from the 1920s. The highway dept was not terribly pleased whenever it was driven across the paved road to get to the other half of the farm.The John Deere and IH Farmall (Probably a 1936 since it was red) were newer but still from the 1930s, My dad used the Farmall the most since it was the best tractor. I still remember becoming very angry (1937-38??) when I saw Dad driving the Case since I considered that as being Mom’s tractor (From one spring when my dad got stuck with the Farmall so Mom used the Case to pull him out). Even though Dad had 3 tractors he still had a beautiful team of horses (black with white stars and stockings) in addition to the Pinto which was needed for working the cattle (up to 250 head after calving).
Dad bought an old Buick (wooden spoke wheels & crash box) that he converted to a pickup. He used to hitch two rubber tire 4 wheel trailers to the Buick,fill everything up with grain, and drive into town when the grain prices went up. Dad had a grain elevator for loading the grain from our granaries into the boxes and the elevator in town did the unloading. There was one steep hill between the farm and town but it was not a problem since the Buick had the same engine as a ten ton GMC truck. I shudder to think of attempting to get away with driving that now considering that the only brakes were the back wheels on the Buick but those were simpler times.
I started “driving” the Buick when I was 6. Dad would set the throttle at a walking pace, get out, jump onto the hay rick, and pitch hay to the cattle as I proudly steered around gullies. At 13 (our state did not have DL until after the Korean War) I started driving that Buick into town on my own to a job I had at a grocers ($0.125 an hour) unloading box cars and semis where I acquired my undying hatred of 100 pound potato sacks.
Yes, the John Deere(s), Grandpa had 2, were newer than my other grandpa’s iron wheeled Minneapolis Moline. The Moline had to be cranked to start. The John Deere had a petcock on each side of the engine that had to be opened (to reduce compression), then the throttle had to be advanced a bit and finally one had to spin the flywheel to get the tractor started. Then you ran around and closed the petcocks, jumped into the seat and pulled the throttle back. Then you were ready to put it in gear and get to work. I started driving the Moline when I was about 5. When I was 13 I got my first truck driving experience with my grandpa’s ’48 Chevy stock truck. It had a five speed transmission with a split axle. I was limited to driving on the dirt roads between farms at first. I thought I was really moving up in the world the first time I actually drove it to town. Lots of good memories of those days.
At least none of your tractors used gun powder to start. I do remember that a neighbor had one that started that way and another had a diesel John Deere that started with gasoline and switched to diesel once it was warmed up. Right after WW1 my dad bought a tractor (Rumley??) that ran on kerosene plus water. One time he wanted to use it when it was about 0 degrees and he didn’t dare fill the tank on top with water so he decided to try running it on gasoline. Nope, it wouldn’t even start.
And where’s the ObozoMustGo? Maybe lost for ever looking under the rocks at Benghazi.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ain’t that the fornicating truth
I don’t think much of ObozoMustGo either, but you guys are sounding a little like him. No need to be gratuitously rude, gentlemen. There’s reason enough to pick on him for the dumbass things he says; no need to dis him for what he doesn’t say.
She’s probably sucking down some Benadryl right now. Republicunt/neo-Confederate tea Bags are allergic to facts and reality.
Actually, the attitude of not wanting to ruin American work ethic and make US citizens dependent upon government handouts seems to be a long standing trait among our politicians. Just look at the way Katrina was handle in the US with the NGOs being first on the scene and the Feds dithering about. Many people said that it was racism and aid was withheld because of the predominantly black population but that was obviously not true because we had military and millions in aid for Haiti before we helped our own people. Same thing happened at the Alaska quake. The feds made a big deal about only charging 3% interest on business loans (sounded good until you considered that the businesses not only had to buy new stock but had to pay for stock that was destroyed in addition to building repairs) while at the same time the feds were making loans for disaster aid to foreign countries that had no interest charge and no requirement to ever repay the loan.
Oklahomans should remember that next year. Those rat bastards probably weren’t even touched by that monster tornado, but the victims of it lived it.
GOD BLESS AMERICA! Remember those who fought and died for the freedom of democracy at home and abroad!