9/11

To Osama bin Laden,
I thought I would write you a letter and tell you how things are going. It's been seven years since your thug henchmen brought down the World Trade Center towers, along with a section of the pentagon. I thought I would update you on your progress.
I sat and watched a show on the History Channel tonight about that morning in New York City with my son. He stayed up an hour past his bedtime to watch, and he also saw a tear or two come to his father's eyes. You ruined alot of families and took alot of lives of people who had done nothing to you. You made it perfectly clear that your god told you to do this. I want to take issue with that statement. I believe that all religions who pray to a god pray to the same God. I think it would be ludicrous to think otherwise, or else alot of people in this world would rot in hell while they did their best to raise decent families by the values that their individual religion taught them. But my God would never tell anyone to kill thousands of people. When God wants to end my country and its people, he'll do things like erupt the volcano under Yellowstone and drop a 9.0 earthquake on the New Madrid Fault, bring hurricanes in, etc. Trust me, he doesn't need you to do that kind of work.
As for me versus you. You are very rich, so rich that you stay in a cave. You may have some sort of electricity there, but you live in a cave. I, on the other hand, am not so rich, actually going through an extremely tough time with money. I only live in a house, send my son to school, and I got in my truck today and drove to Salem to get a poorboy sandwich from O'Brian Meats. Iy's a great sandwich, about 10 different cuts of meat, mayo, mustard, all the vegatable trimmings, even had jalapeno peppers on it. Cost me 1.50. Got one for my son, who I then picked up from school. To recap, you live in a cave under constant surveillance, on the run from a powerful army, while I drive around my town and live life as I should. I think I'll keep my life.
Here's what I think we should do. Once we find you, and I bet we will, we will have a raffle, sell a bunch of tickets, and the winner gets to nail your scrotum to the floor of a barn, put a claw hammer about ten inches out of your reach, pour gas on the hay in the loft, and light it with a match. Should fry you in a pot with some fatback. Actually, we'll bury you with a pig. Castrate you before killing you so your 72 virgins will have a good laugh. Get this, I don't believe in the death penalty, but in your case, I can make an exception. Do the world a favor and just die you miserable son of a bitch

RIP Jerry Reed

We lost one of the best guitar players to walk this earth Sunday, 31Aug. Jerry Reed was 71. I remember his radio hits from the 70's like Amos Moses and When You're Hot, You're Hot, but the one that always sticks out in my mind is Lord Mr Ford. A song about gas prices and polluting emissions and the problems with too many cars, and he did it in 1973, but it really rings true today. Jerry, you will certainly be missed.