Fast Eddie Friday..New Begining, or the begining of the end.

As we all wait for impending doom, anyone with an Internet connection and half assed vocabulary will be waxing philosophic on the 9/11 anniversary. Despite meeting those qualifications, I won't be one of them. The last thing anyone wants to hear is some middle age prick go all Juan Williams on the Muslims. Hey, if I'd been around during the Spanish inquisition I wouldn't trust Spaniards, catholics, or anyone with a red hot set of pincers.  So I'll continue to harbor suspicion toward anyone that remotely looks middle
eastern-ish including the guy who moved in to the house behind mine. He looks Syrian, or Hispanic, hard to tell.  I've rigged up trip lines with empty cans to alert me if he tries to overrun my Independence compound. Just. In. Case.

With my racial profiling out of the way, we can get on to more pressing matters. I've  got my own anniversary on the horizon. This bloggy endeavor will be 4 years old next month. It pains me to admit it, but this thing has gone to seed, untended, and largely ignored for the last 6 or 8 months. So, I'm going to make one last run at getting my creative juices flowing. If I can't get back to posting with a semblance of regularity, I'm gonna pull the plug on this blog like the life support system on Sunny Von Bulow. So stick around. Over the next few weeks you rubes are either going to witness the slow death spiral of this once promising blog, or the rebirth of same.

Nothing says, deluded douche bag blogger playing writer, like a blog series. Who can forget my ground breaking Urban Blight, Prison for Dummies, or Ruthless Worthless, and Clueless series?  While the links remain in the side bar, they have long since quit working, you'll just have to take my word for it or search the archives. So without further ado, I give you my latest series................
The Route

Monday through Friday I drive the same tired ass route. Passing through the small towns and corn fields of northwest Missouri. If it sounds boring, that's because it is. But at least once a week I encounter that special brand of country crazy that you just don't find here in the city. In the days and weeks to come, you lucky readers will marvel at the oddities, eccentricities, and plum fucking nutty shit that I see from my cracked windshield.  Either that, or I'll abandon this series in one or two posts, like the last few times I've started something.

That's one big dog. My first thought at seeing some knucklehead driving down a 2 lane blacktop with a Mule in the back of his pickup. The mule took up the entire truck bed. No tailgate. Wasn't tied in. Just standing there catching the wind like a big ass dog. The road to Trenton Missouri is pockmarked with a few small dying towns, Amish dudes in buggies, and slow moving dust covered pickup trucks. And at least one Mule that prefers to ride rather than be rode, or ridden, whatever. See ya next week.