I know I risk alienating 50% of Americans who vote, but those Americans who would be alienated by this missive probably do not read, anyway not this blog. President Obama, dancing the nights away at the music festival of lights in India with 3,000 of his closest friends on a $200 million dollar a day taxpayer funded extravaganza, fiddle's as our American way of life burns.
Oil poised to break $90 a barrel today, gold courting $1500 an ounce, cotton futures breaking a buck-fifty, soybeans over twelve-fifty. Inflation is coming and it is here.
Savers will be crippled and debtors will be buried. Hold onto those houses prices will rise, values will remain depressed.
People on fixed income will starve. No cat or dog will be safe. If you have a job, do everything to keep it. If you do not have a job, find one, any job, even at a fast food restaurant which may help feed the family in these coming difficult times.
What do the bankers who control the world do when their property and high positions are threatened by a collapse of the economy? Well a look back at history will reveal the only logical and politically correct action is WORLD WAR III!
At risk now are the plans of the new world order creeps and goons who have positions and wealth far above the imaginations of your average Cedar Grove bacon and cornbread fed citizen. Once the economy fails and the public gets hungry, problems get worse.
Turn the lights off and watch out. Lawlessness will be rampant. We will be invaded by
renegades from our Southern borders because it is worse there than it is here and they will be rampaging about collecting what ever treasure is left in our decaying society.
People will have to arm themselves to go to Walmart if there is anything on the shelves,
food will be the new money, and cigarettes will be prized possessions. If you do not have your ammunition supplies already, you are too late.
It is time to circle the wagons. The government will be dissolved. Local people will have to set up cooperatives and barter for the goods and services they need. The people who have planned and have foods stockpiled will be found and punished when they are noted to not be losing weight as fast as those who had no plans. Death will be a welcome release for many. Fresh water will be at a premium. If you have a well, protect it. Be ready to pull it up one bucket at a time. Big agriculture will grind to a halt as all fertilizers and seeds and fuel will be shut off. Millions will die.
With these bleak predictions, what should we do?
I don't know. I am just a cripple hick from Cedar Grove, TN. But I have chickens, cows, guns and ammo, and need to put wood stoves in my house for heating and cooking.
I am also about 60 lbs over weight and this could be good for an extra three weeks to a month if I can find a clean water source and avoid being killed as a fat hoarder by the hoarder's posse.
On the bright side, depression will fall to the will to survive, people who have to work all day to find enough food to eat are seldom depressed. They are too busy.
Kids will no longer be useless blobs of protoplasm with attitudes and will be assets as they can be sent out to gather nuts and berries and taught to chop firewood and tote the water from the well. Children who refuse to work will be cooked and eaten.
Mindless nights in front of the TV would be replaced with chats around the fire and story telling would make a come back. The Minnonites will be king in our area. They are ready for lights out.
Jack Maybolt, President
Urban Poverty Law Center
"Jack, the more I read of your blog, the crazier you sound." Mother Maybolt 1922-2008
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Urban Poverty Law Center November And Remembering
Letters to My Mother Maybolt, RIP
Today is a sad date for me. It ranks up there with the day I was eat up by the John Deere Manure Spreader, no it far and away surpasses that day and I would gladly give up my only remaining leg to have my mother back! Mother passed two years ago to the date in the Cedar Grove Bingo Parlor fire. Mother was the only victim of the fire because her hoverround high centered on a box of bingo cards that had just been delivered out of Corinth Mississippi and according to the Cedar Grove Fire Marshall, Robert F. Flamretardeaux, a Frenchman who moved up to Cedar Grove after Katrina wiped him out, was a clear violation of the fire codes, where it blocked the handicap exit.
I remember when I got the call from Fire Marhsall Retardo, that ill-fated night, I was in mother's bedroom straightening out her drawers, well it is too painful to remember but I cannot forget. As is usual with folks who move in to the area from out of state, their accents have to be practiced on your ear to be able to understand what they are saying. Anyway, Fire Marshall Flamretardeaux, phoned me and said:
"Missour, Maybo, yam afrid dat ur mutter is dad."
I moved the receiver to my good ear and asked him to repeat that please. My mutter is dad? My father has been dead for 25 years.
"Ur mutter, Madameselle Maybo, es dad!"
"No, she is not here she is at the bingo parlor, it is Wednesday night and she always is at bingo," I replied.
"Oui-oui Missur Maybo, zee es dad at da bingo parlar, der wus a fire!"
Then it struck me like that feeling you get when you first hear about your mother's death, like everything inside you lets go, whatever the force is that holds you together just lets go. All the string goes out of everything inside of you. As I hung up the phone that evening taking in what Fire Marshal Retardo had just told me, I knew my life would never be the same. I raced to my mother's handicap accessible bathroom and transferred to her handicapped accessible toilet and I sobbed uncontrollably, flapping my arm and my good leg in the air from time to time, and my bowels wept too.
This time of self pity and despair passed that night and I have tried to put the best face on the hand that the Good Lord had dealt to me and mother that night back in November of 2008.
More about Fire Marshal Robert Flamretardeaux. We are really lucky to get a man of his experience. As noted he was washed away from his little hamlet in Southern Louisiana by Hurricane Katrina where he was chief of the volunteer department.
He had personally attended to over 17 fires in his long and distinguished career there in Louisiana. When we got him up here at the Milan Arsenal based refugee camp, he come right over to the fire department and spoke to Howard Milligan and was voted unanimously as the first Cedar Grove Volunteer Fire Marshall! He had been to three times as many fires as our best man, Fire Chief Mouse Featherstone.
Mouse's real name is Marvin, but he was nitnamed Mouse when he was a baby. Little Marvin put everything in his mouth as a baby and his mother was horrified one day when Marvin found a baby mouse the cat had brought up and before she could get it away from Marvin, he popped it into his little mouth, gummed it twice and swallowed it whole. Well the Featherstones waited for a couple of days for Marvin to die. His mother was even checked into the hospital with a nervous breakdown when as a joke her younger brother, Neeland Finkbinder, made a pine coffin for little Marvin and brought it over
for her approval. Nina passed out when she seen that sad little coffin. Anyway, Nina got out of the hospital, Marvin did not die, but was named Mouse, and Neeland never made another small coffin. Nothing is sadder than a small coffin except maybe a tiny wheelchair.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President
Urban Poverty Law Center
"They don't make smores in HELL!" Mother Maybolt, 1925-2008
Today is a sad date for me. It ranks up there with the day I was eat up by the John Deere Manure Spreader, no it far and away surpasses that day and I would gladly give up my only remaining leg to have my mother back! Mother passed two years ago to the date in the Cedar Grove Bingo Parlor fire. Mother was the only victim of the fire because her hoverround high centered on a box of bingo cards that had just been delivered out of Corinth Mississippi and according to the Cedar Grove Fire Marshall, Robert F. Flamretardeaux, a Frenchman who moved up to Cedar Grove after Katrina wiped him out, was a clear violation of the fire codes, where it blocked the handicap exit.
I remember when I got the call from Fire Marhsall Retardo, that ill-fated night, I was in mother's bedroom straightening out her drawers, well it is too painful to remember but I cannot forget. As is usual with folks who move in to the area from out of state, their accents have to be practiced on your ear to be able to understand what they are saying. Anyway, Fire Marshall Flamretardeaux, phoned me and said:
"Missour, Maybo, yam afrid dat ur mutter is dad."
I moved the receiver to my good ear and asked him to repeat that please. My mutter is dad? My father has been dead for 25 years.
"Ur mutter, Madameselle Maybo, es dad!"
"No, she is not here she is at the bingo parlor, it is Wednesday night and she always is at bingo," I replied.
"Oui-oui Missur Maybo, zee es dad at da bingo parlar, der wus a fire!"
Then it struck me like that feeling you get when you first hear about your mother's death, like everything inside you lets go, whatever the force is that holds you together just lets go. All the string goes out of everything inside of you. As I hung up the phone that evening taking in what Fire Marshal Retardo had just told me, I knew my life would never be the same. I raced to my mother's handicap accessible bathroom and transferred to her handicapped accessible toilet and I sobbed uncontrollably, flapping my arm and my good leg in the air from time to time, and my bowels wept too.
This time of self pity and despair passed that night and I have tried to put the best face on the hand that the Good Lord had dealt to me and mother that night back in November of 2008.
More about Fire Marshal Robert Flamretardeaux. We are really lucky to get a man of his experience. As noted he was washed away from his little hamlet in Southern Louisiana by Hurricane Katrina where he was chief of the volunteer department.
He had personally attended to over 17 fires in his long and distinguished career there in Louisiana. When we got him up here at the Milan Arsenal based refugee camp, he come right over to the fire department and spoke to Howard Milligan and was voted unanimously as the first Cedar Grove Volunteer Fire Marshall! He had been to three times as many fires as our best man, Fire Chief Mouse Featherstone.
Mouse's real name is Marvin, but he was nitnamed Mouse when he was a baby. Little Marvin put everything in his mouth as a baby and his mother was horrified one day when Marvin found a baby mouse the cat had brought up and before she could get it away from Marvin, he popped it into his little mouth, gummed it twice and swallowed it whole. Well the Featherstones waited for a couple of days for Marvin to die. His mother was even checked into the hospital with a nervous breakdown when as a joke her younger brother, Neeland Finkbinder, made a pine coffin for little Marvin and brought it over
for her approval. Nina passed out when she seen that sad little coffin. Anyway, Nina got out of the hospital, Marvin did not die, but was named Mouse, and Neeland never made another small coffin. Nothing is sadder than a small coffin except maybe a tiny wheelchair.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President
Urban Poverty Law Center
"They don't make smores in HELL!" Mother Maybolt, 1925-2008
Monday, October 25, 2010
Urban Poverty Law Center Supports America's Poor
One week until election day and counting. The tension within and around Washington and in the chattering classes is peaking. I was unable to raise the $1500 to have
C. Batsell Bateman Mortuary and Crematorium incinerate the hapless lowlife whom I killed with my $20 contribution last month as the calender ran out and he is now mixed with those animals euthanized at the humane shelter this week and is boxed up and unceremoniously heading to the Madison County landfill.
I often wonder if anyone can look at a dog and not see one of God's greatest creations! I am like Adolph Hitler who is reported to have said at one time in his busy life: "I know people and I know dogs, and I can honestly tell you that I like dogs!" Of course, I have taken the liberty to quote the English version as most of us would not know what to make of the German version:
"Ich bein ein Berliner, nine hunder, mitt wolfanhangers,geist flatulanders et mein pudendal grandeschmerkins. Ja? Mein hunder konamen e "Blonde"." I took a half quarter of German in Jr. College back in 1971, and never learned why the verb was so far down the sentence. It was like the German writers would have you in suspense waiting for the verb. I recall translating a Penthouse Forum letter in the original German for my midterm test, and it went something like this:
Anna's perky breasts with nipples large as saucers defying gravity for the moment in my mind were etched. Waves of Catholic guilt over my soul too great to bare until confessional as my sister in the shower, I watched. Oh, I forget the rest of the translation. It is not important.
We have not had a significant rain here in Carroll County since mid August and this has hurt the beans. That all changed yesterday when much needed rain fell like manna from heaven. Too late for the beans, but just in time for winter wheat which needs to be in place before November 15.
The second anniversary of my dear sweet mother's death is approaching and I am in a melancholia over it. I miss her terribly. As she aged she developed a peculiar odor which is best described as a mixture of sour milk and puppy-breath. All the women in my mother's family bore this trait. Sundays were often confusing as one never knew if we had a new puppy in the house or a visit from Aunt Clotile. Bathing and liniments were of no use in masking the curse as my mother's sisters would refer to it. The sweet puppy's breath would give way to sour milk as the rigors of age applied its burden on these proud and strong women.
Jack D. Maybolt President Urban Poverty Law Center
"A rich man has about as much chance of getting into heaven as a camel has avoiding sex with men in the middle east." Mother Maybolt, 1924-2008
C. Batsell Bateman Mortuary and Crematorium incinerate the hapless lowlife whom I killed with my $20 contribution last month as the calender ran out and he is now mixed with those animals euthanized at the humane shelter this week and is boxed up and unceremoniously heading to the Madison County landfill.
I often wonder if anyone can look at a dog and not see one of God's greatest creations! I am like Adolph Hitler who is reported to have said at one time in his busy life: "I know people and I know dogs, and I can honestly tell you that I like dogs!" Of course, I have taken the liberty to quote the English version as most of us would not know what to make of the German version:
"Ich bein ein Berliner, nine hunder, mitt wolfanhangers,geist flatulanders et mein pudendal grandeschmerkins. Ja? Mein hunder konamen e "Blonde"." I took a half quarter of German in Jr. College back in 1971, and never learned why the verb was so far down the sentence. It was like the German writers would have you in suspense waiting for the verb. I recall translating a Penthouse Forum letter in the original German for my midterm test, and it went something like this:
Anna's perky breasts with nipples large as saucers defying gravity for the moment in my mind were etched. Waves of Catholic guilt over my soul too great to bare until confessional as my sister in the shower, I watched. Oh, I forget the rest of the translation. It is not important.
We have not had a significant rain here in Carroll County since mid August and this has hurt the beans. That all changed yesterday when much needed rain fell like manna from heaven. Too late for the beans, but just in time for winter wheat which needs to be in place before November 15.
The second anniversary of my dear sweet mother's death is approaching and I am in a melancholia over it. I miss her terribly. As she aged she developed a peculiar odor which is best described as a mixture of sour milk and puppy-breath. All the women in my mother's family bore this trait. Sundays were often confusing as one never knew if we had a new puppy in the house or a visit from Aunt Clotile. Bathing and liniments were of no use in masking the curse as my mother's sisters would refer to it. The sweet puppy's breath would give way to sour milk as the rigors of age applied its burden on these proud and strong women.
Jack D. Maybolt President Urban Poverty Law Center
"A rich man has about as much chance of getting into heaven as a camel has avoiding sex with men in the middle east." Mother Maybolt, 1924-2008
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Urban Poverty Law Center Supports Constitution
Dear Friends,
Just a few weeks of the 2010 national campaign left and I am hoping for some change.
We at the Urban Poverty Law Center have not wanted to become political since we are applying for grants from the United States Government to help us with our fight against Urban Poverty. I do not know if I have stated our motto, but I apologize if this is something I repeat.
The Urban Poverty Law Center fights poverty at its root causes. We shovel cash
into areas where there previously was none picking off one poor soul at a time.
Just last week I gave a twenty dollar bill to a panhandler on the off ramp to I-40
and read about his demise in the local paper after scoring some good stuff at the park in Jackson. Lesson learned, a dime bag of meth would have pleased this fellow whereas two dimes were too much for his old haggard ticker. We have six weeks to raise the $1500 to have C. Batsell Bateman's funeral home intere this poor homeless
creature or the county will have him cremated at the humane shelter with the euthanized pets. Oh the humanity!
Got out to the flea market before the marriage of old folks in Cedar Grove, and picked up four fine laying hens. They have laid eggs each day since I acquired them, and are quite polite with the older hens.
I have been watching how the media has been treating Christine O'Donnell since she beat the walking cadaver, Mike Castle, in the Delaware primary last week. She sure has them stirred up. The way I see it, ole Mike don't have a dog left in him and even a six year senate seat is a stretcher by my calculations. I guess if it is only to spend the rest of VP Biden's term of maybe two years, he would have a chance, slim one.
Ms. O'Donnell is attractive enough and talks real good and she shore does have a perty mouth! I think she would be a great asset on the floor of the senate. I know if ole Teddy Kennedy was still there he would be on her like Washington on a dollar.
I wonder if she is married or has any children? I would like to be a facebook pal of hers. This is the first time I have been tempted to send any woman one of Mother Maybolt's merkins. Someone out there may advise if this would be to assuming for a gentleman to send a lady a merkin? I am awkward and not wise in the ways of relationships. Part of the territory when you live with your mother out in the country.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"If you can't say something nice about a person, they must be despicable." Mother Maybolt 1922-2008
Just a few weeks of the 2010 national campaign left and I am hoping for some change.
We at the Urban Poverty Law Center have not wanted to become political since we are applying for grants from the United States Government to help us with our fight against Urban Poverty. I do not know if I have stated our motto, but I apologize if this is something I repeat.
The Urban Poverty Law Center fights poverty at its root causes. We shovel cash
into areas where there previously was none picking off one poor soul at a time.
Just last week I gave a twenty dollar bill to a panhandler on the off ramp to I-40
and read about his demise in the local paper after scoring some good stuff at the park in Jackson. Lesson learned, a dime bag of meth would have pleased this fellow whereas two dimes were too much for his old haggard ticker. We have six weeks to raise the $1500 to have C. Batsell Bateman's funeral home intere this poor homeless
creature or the county will have him cremated at the humane shelter with the euthanized pets. Oh the humanity!
Got out to the flea market before the marriage of old folks in Cedar Grove, and picked up four fine laying hens. They have laid eggs each day since I acquired them, and are quite polite with the older hens.
I have been watching how the media has been treating Christine O'Donnell since she beat the walking cadaver, Mike Castle, in the Delaware primary last week. She sure has them stirred up. The way I see it, ole Mike don't have a dog left in him and even a six year senate seat is a stretcher by my calculations. I guess if it is only to spend the rest of VP Biden's term of maybe two years, he would have a chance, slim one.
Ms. O'Donnell is attractive enough and talks real good and she shore does have a perty mouth! I think she would be a great asset on the floor of the senate. I know if ole Teddy Kennedy was still there he would be on her like Washington on a dollar.
I wonder if she is married or has any children? I would like to be a facebook pal of hers. This is the first time I have been tempted to send any woman one of Mother Maybolt's merkins. Someone out there may advise if this would be to assuming for a gentleman to send a lady a merkin? I am awkward and not wise in the ways of relationships. Part of the territory when you live with your mother out in the country.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"If you can't say something nice about a person, they must be despicable." Mother Maybolt 1922-2008
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Urban Poetry Law Center New policy on Mosque Building
Friends, neighbors and Islamaniacs,
It is with great pleasure and a joy to add our organization to the list of supporters of the New York City, Mosque of the liberation of the islamic brothers. We had a meeting last week at the beer tavern here in Cedar Grove, and we had a great turn out thanks in no small part by The Grove sponsoring the third annual beer hall competition darts tournament.
The measure passed by a margin of 37 yeas, to one nay, and one abstention. Bufford Wickers, the oldest man in Cedar Grove, abstained, he is 104 yrs old. He has walked one and a half miles in the past two weeks, and once walked seven blocks in the pouring rain with no shelter save a black umbrella. He walked to the poll and voted for the democrat- which is a lie.
He is marrying his chilhood sweetheart, Miss Hollandeau Flatbottom, next week, a girl of 102, who still baby sits for neighbors. They have been engaged for 83 yrs, but up until three days ago their parents had steadfastly refused to grant their consent. They are planing a honeymoon trip to Viagra Falls. She hopes to conceive on the honeymoon as she has always had a hankering for having children and often admonished Bufford that her biological clock is ticking.
She plans for a large family. Bufford is not certain he is ready for that kind of commitment and bought a six-pack of trojan condoms. Quipped that i'd be his luck that one would bust and Holly would get her wish! They are both virgins and attend the Cedar Grove Church for Christ's Sakes. Reverend Ocie Cyborgue is doing the premarital counseling and will do the ceremony. If you ain't got anything better next Tuesday they plan to tie the knot right after the flea market disbands at 10 am because of the heat.
If you want spirits at the wedding party you must byob and be careful not to let the bride and the groom see it as they are active members of the Prohibition Party since its founding in 1869.
They are registered at the Dollar General Store in Trezevant.
May the Mosque be holy and built as planned. Praise be to Allah! Amen!
Jack D. Maybolt, President UPLC
Note: The above story is a plagiarism of a short by Mark Twain "A Fine Old Man".
Mr. Twain did it best!
"I never met a Muslim I did not like. But I never met a Muslim." Mother Maybolt 1923-2008
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Cedar Grove is now a sanctuary city!
I am back from yet another near death experience after having fallen on the ice, striking my head and causing what my doctor calls a fatal injury in 99 + percent of those so afflicted. I lay in a coma for nearly five and a half months, fed by tubes and when I had the misfortune of waking from my coma, my doctor quickly sent me home on vicodin and valium and wished me luck. I am a bit groggy from the medications and I apologize if my thoughts seem jumbled but I had to comment on a few of the things I slept through.
British Petroleum hits a gusher a mile deep in the Gulf of Mexico spilling, some say, a million barrels of oil each day! Put a pipe in the pipe and let it gush up into tankers and bring it to our refineries. What is so hard about that? Problems solved! If my first solution fails, peak oil theory states we are out of oil or nearly so. This being the case all we have to do is wait this million barrel a day gusher out and after a few billion barrels or so the gusher will peter out and all the oil ever produced from dead dinosaurs and their bowel contents when they were trapped 17 miles below the earth will have been spewed into our gulf waters. Warning: the abiatic theory for production of oil states oil is produced naturally from carbon and hydrogen by the heat and pressure deep in the bowels of the earth and is an ongoing, not only an ancient process. If this theory is correct that leaky pipe could cause some serious problems for a long, long time!
Arizonan vote to uphold the law against illegal immigration and the Obama
administration sues to stop Arizona from following the law. What? The message I am taking from this is that laws are only laws when they are convenient? Inconvenient laws can be ignored?
Not suprisingly, while in a coma I was voted into office and now am the Mayor of Cedar Grove, Tennessee. It seems I was the only citizen so afflicted as to not be able to decline the nomination and I won by default. Cedar Grove is unincorporated, but encompases as much real estate as most of Rhode Island.
My first act as Mayor was to make Cedar Grove, Tennessee, a sancturary site for all persons who wish to avoid paying federal income taxes. Of course you still have to pay the state and local taxes, but say good-by to those pesky FICA and SS taxes forever! Don't want to pick up and move to Cedar Grove? Well you can get a citizenship identification card which gives you all the rights and priviledges associated with Cedar Grove, TN residency by sending in $100 to:
Jackson Delano Maybolt, Mayor
PO Box 13
Cedar Grove, TN 38321
We will get you one of our tax exempt Cedar Grove, TN citizenship cards out in the mail as soon as possible. These cards are honored in all fifty states and more importantly in Washington, DC! Not trying to sound like one of those cheap early am infomercials, but this may be the best $100 you ever invested.
My head is starting to pound again and my fingers are starting to cramp up and I need to take another vicovalium and get a short nap. I am not through with my rants yet. We have building lots available to those who wish to relocate. We have city water, but you will have to get Bufford Taylor to bring his back hoe over and dig your septic system. Contact David, Banjo, Bell for more information.
Later,
Jack D. Maybolt, President
Urban Poverty Law Center
Mayor of Cedar Grove, TN
" Freedom is just another word." Mother Maybolt, (1922-2008)
British Petroleum hits a gusher a mile deep in the Gulf of Mexico spilling, some say, a million barrels of oil each day! Put a pipe in the pipe and let it gush up into tankers and bring it to our refineries. What is so hard about that? Problems solved! If my first solution fails, peak oil theory states we are out of oil or nearly so. This being the case all we have to do is wait this million barrel a day gusher out and after a few billion barrels or so the gusher will peter out and all the oil ever produced from dead dinosaurs and their bowel contents when they were trapped 17 miles below the earth will have been spewed into our gulf waters. Warning: the abiatic theory for production of oil states oil is produced naturally from carbon and hydrogen by the heat and pressure deep in the bowels of the earth and is an ongoing, not only an ancient process. If this theory is correct that leaky pipe could cause some serious problems for a long, long time!
Arizonan vote to uphold the law against illegal immigration and the Obama
administration sues to stop Arizona from following the law. What? The message I am taking from this is that laws are only laws when they are convenient? Inconvenient laws can be ignored?
Not suprisingly, while in a coma I was voted into office and now am the Mayor of Cedar Grove, Tennessee. It seems I was the only citizen so afflicted as to not be able to decline the nomination and I won by default. Cedar Grove is unincorporated, but encompases as much real estate as most of Rhode Island.
My first act as Mayor was to make Cedar Grove, Tennessee, a sancturary site for all persons who wish to avoid paying federal income taxes. Of course you still have to pay the state and local taxes, but say good-by to those pesky FICA and SS taxes forever! Don't want to pick up and move to Cedar Grove? Well you can get a citizenship identification card which gives you all the rights and priviledges associated with Cedar Grove, TN residency by sending in $100 to:
Jackson Delano Maybolt, Mayor
PO Box 13
Cedar Grove, TN 38321
We will get you one of our tax exempt Cedar Grove, TN citizenship cards out in the mail as soon as possible. These cards are honored in all fifty states and more importantly in Washington, DC! Not trying to sound like one of those cheap early am infomercials, but this may be the best $100 you ever invested.
My head is starting to pound again and my fingers are starting to cramp up and I need to take another vicovalium and get a short nap. I am not through with my rants yet. We have building lots available to those who wish to relocate. We have city water, but you will have to get Bufford Taylor to bring his back hoe over and dig your septic system. Contact David, Banjo, Bell for more information.
Later,
Jack D. Maybolt, President
Urban Poverty Law Center
Mayor of Cedar Grove, TN
" Freedom is just another word." Mother Maybolt, (1922-2008)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Urban Poverty Law Center Takes a New Look
Friends,
Where has the time gone? In a tizzy here in Cedar Grove with the temperature below freezing daily for two and a half weeks. Chopping ice for the cows at the pond and watering the chickens twice daily has taken up all my time. Me and Junior decided to second pick our cotton field and we spent the last two weeks looking for a nice older model two row cotton picker to do the job. We got help from Kenneth Cox, a nice fellow who had the One Shot Duck Hunt on his momma's place over in Humboldt, found us a nice one owned by Jeff Hudson, who farms out in Central. It is about 40 miles from here.
The picker was reworked in 2001 by a fellow in Missoura who specializes in the older John Deere pickers. It is a model 9930 and he wanted $7500 for it but since the advent of larger pickers, the market has fallen out for the 2 row types and we got it for $6500. It sports a 135 horsepower turbocharged six cylinder diesel engine, and the basket holds a bale and a half of cotton. Me and Larry went over and picked it up last Wednesday. Larry drove it 40 miles home and I followed in my pickup truck. Top speed is 17 mph. It was a long trip. We have picked for about 16 hrs on the farm and have collected about 4 bales of cotton. Jason Luckey, the cotton farmer, did not leave as much cotton in the field as we thought. We think we will get about 8 to 10 more bales in the 80 acres we have left to pick. Jason came over yesterday to check the picker out and we could see he liked what he seen. Said he would probably buy it from us for a profit, that is if he could get his daddy to go for it. We are going to pick with them next year if they plant cotton on us again. A cotton picker is a beautiful thing.
I am not sure Jr and I will ever sell it. It is paid for and I like looking at it and soon it will be a novelty as all the other 9930's get sold to the cotton farmers overseas. We can drive it in the annual parade celebrating the Cedar Grove Hemp and Methamphetamine Festival, which acknowledges our rich Carroll County heritage of illegal substances, both production and use.
I am going to send out an add for a fund razer for Detroit, but the recent unpleasantness in Haiti has got me thinking they need our money more.
Last thought: Am I the only one who noticed the deep artic freeze over here corresponded with the Climate Summit in Denmark? God is still in charge!
Jack Maybolt, PhD
Cotton Farmer Emeritus, The Urban Poverty Law Center
"You ain't nobody unless you got a cotton picker. People with cotton pickers is folks!"
Mother Maybolt, 1926-2008
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