Mrs. Old Fart and I are off for a quickie trip to Lost Wages for our 5th wedding anniversary. I may post while there, but this being my first time in the neon glow I can’t be sure how much time I’ll be spending online.

Look for posting to definitely restart by next Friday though. If it doesn’t, send bail money!

Growing up listening to both Country and Western music, I have a fairly big appreciation for the artists from the 1960’s and 1970’s. One of my absolute favorites is the legendary Willie Nelson.

I’ve seen Willie in concert once, and that was fantastic. The song tonight is the song he opens most of his shows with… Whiskey River.

Willie’s principal guitar is a Martin N-20 nylon-string acoustic, which he has named “Trigger”, after Roy Rogers’ horse. Constant strumming over the decades has worn a large hole into the guitar’s body near the sound hole. The guitar has been signed over the years by over a hundred of Nelson’s friends and associates, from fellow musicians to lawyers and football coaches.

Willie Nelson is a true American Legend.

Except for the blowhards in D.C., because they don’t even remember what local is, unless it’s in reference to a union campaign donation.

As a libertarian, I often find myself agreeing with some things that democrats say, and some things that republicans say.

But since those two major parties have basically frozen all other parties out of national politics (via restrictive ballot access laws), I usually have to vote for the candidate who represents the lesser of two evils.

Normally the lesser of two evils for me comes down to taxes. Which person will have a positive effect on my bottom line. Nine times out of ten, that person is a republican.

But… I think I may have found a democrat I can vote for. Sean Tevis is running for Kansas State Representative of the 15th District, which just happens to be where I live.

I’m not sure if he can get anything done about what appears to be the issue he wants to work hardest on (since it appears at the top of his website) but I absotively, posilutely agree with it 100%. NO SALES TAX ON FOOD. Just pushing that one issue earns my vote… because ultimately that would have the largest impact on my bottom line, if it could happen.

Here are a few interesting pages from his website:

No Sales Tax On Food

Running For Office (cartoon)

head nod to TKC, where I originally saw this

I work out by KCI, on NW112th Street. I live in Olathe. Therefore I travel I29 a lot.

So, last night I leave work around 11:50pm, and head south on I29.

As I approach the 152 Hiway bridge (just north of Barry Road), I notice the northbound side of I29 is lit up like a Christmas tree. Or to be more precise, lit up by the Christmas trees atop the many police and fire vehicles that are stopped over there.

I glance over (while maintaining my cruise control speed of 65mph) and see what looks like a Dodge Durango… laying on its side in the high speed left lane.

The north bound traffic just south of the accident was being diverted onto the exit for 152/Barry Rd., so they had that section completly closed down.

So… what the fuck happened?

I’ve checked every major Kansas City online news source, and there isn’t a single peep about this. I may sound sadistic, but I enjoy reading about crashes and wrecks that I pass on the highways, and this one looked like it would be a doozy.

Nothing. Nada. Zip.

I feel like I’ve been ripped off.

The only consolation I take from not being able to read the gory details is that at least I wasn’t delayed by accident. Because if I had been, I’d have been on the phone to the police for details today!

Emawkc has a post entitled “That old feeling“. He’s feeling old because his sister is going to be a grandmother, making him a Great Uncle.

Now, I don’t have the faintest clue as to Emaws age (if his post about cocks is any indicator, 15 maybe? haha). But I offer this observation about being “old”.

You can’t be old by association, or kinship, unless you are the eldest. You either ARE old, or you are not.

I call myself the grumbling old fart, but by most age standards I’m not really old. However, I am the oldest of all my siblings, so I get points there. I am also a grandfather, twice. Sure, I’m technically a “step-grandfather”, but it still counts. With those I rack up three “One step towards the grave” cards. Then we factor in the heart attack I had a couple years ago… 5 more “close to being cremains” cards.

So to Emaw I offer this sage advice. Embrace the onslaught of being old. Old people get to say whatever the hell they want, and people don’t care that it sounds a bit over the top at times. Of course when the physical aspects of being old crop up, like you having to wear Depends, its a different story entirely. Then you run away from it, like it’s a Sex in the City movie sequel.

Not sure how many of my readers (presumptiuous of me, I know), are football fans, but if you’re not a fan… feel free to close your eyes and just keep hitting refresh until my next post.

This past spring, Green Bay Packers legendary quarterback Brett Favre announced he was retiring from football. After 18 seasons, which included a Super Bowl win against my beloved New England Patriots, Brett wasn’t going to spend the entire warm weather months pondering his future, keeping the Packer fans waiting. Nope. He was done. He sat there in front of the microphone and bawled like a little girl (see pic at right) while explaining that it was time for him to do other things.

Oops.

Not so fast.

Brett has contacted the Green Bay Packers and said he wants to play. Green Bay still owns his contract, and therefore his rights in the NFL. That means GB has three options. Take him back and pay him. Trade him to another team (oh please doG… The JETS!!!). Release him completely to go anywhere he wants to play (again… The JESTS need a QB, so I’d love them to get a 90 yr old retiree the Pats could beat the hell out of).

Well, since blogs are about assholes… or more accurately, opinions… here’s mine.

GO FISHING BRETT. Go play golf, mow the lawn, and enjoy the millions of dollars you’ve made. Pop into a bar in Green Bay every once in a while and enjoy drinks on the house. But don’t play football again. You cried on national television when you announced the end to your career… I don’t want to have to see that again!

A recent study conducted by the University of Pennsylvania on aggression in dogs found that Pit Bulls and Rottweilers aren’t the big, bad MFers of the canine world that most people think they are.

The study asked questions of 6,000 dog owners of differing breeds about their particular dog.

The most aggressive dog breed?

Dachshounds. Followed closely by Chihuahuas.

I can verify the dachshound and chihuahua conclusion through personal experience. My family (when I was a lot younger) has had both breeds as pets. Actually, some of my family still has doxies. A couple years ago Mrs. Old Fart and I took one of our most relaxed and gentle greyhounds with us on a trip to visit the family with doxies. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. One 60 pound greyhound being attacked by probably around 4 or 5 minature dachshounds. Yep, these were mini doxies! We saved the greyhound from doom (LOL), but she was petrified of those doxies the rest of the visit.

Oh, and in case you were wondering… greyhounds ranked as one of the LEAST aggressive breeds.