Well at least you know where Bob Wills Days are to be held. Hopefully, you know the music, although with your angry attitude, you haven't taken it to heart. Bob Wills made happy music, something that may sooth the savage h********c beast within you.
I'll most likely be there. Been there twice before. Check out the Rocket Scientists Convention in the south of town. That's where the Good Ol' boys camp out, many hundreds of them. A party anytime of the day or night. Or a mud-pit fight if it happens. (I don't know how they do it, but there's always a huge mud-pit right in the center of the place.)
I'll do my best to be there. Question is are you man enough to show? Sounds like your spouting weasel words-"I'm 6'' and 230 pound. You gonna say "boy" to may face." Well yes. If you give me a chance. I'm traveling a lot longer distance than you, Dutch Boy. And Texas is a stand your ground state, God bless 'em. I'm not looking for a fight, but if you take offense at my right to free speech, well, so be it.
If not, lets say Centennial, Wyoming in June-July. Up where the Front Range hasn't be destroyed by invaders like you. Another stand you ground state.
You gonna call me a coward and then chicken s**t your way out of a "say it to my face" challenge? I think you've grossly underestimated my desire for you to put action behind your words. Even though I'm not looking for a fight, I'm not generally one to back away from a threat.
Come on. Bob Wills Days is a great chance to party, eat great Texas barbeque and listen to Western Swing. Last time I was there in 1996, a few of Bob's old band were still alive and playing. I've not secured expenses yet, but I'm thinking of financing it myself, just like the first time I wrote about it for USA Today.
You talk the talk. Now lets see if you walk the walk. "I'm a big fat lazy SOB, lets see you say 'Dutch Boy' to my face." Gimme a chance, will you? Look at a map. It's a lot closer to you than it is to me. And you might actually have a good time.
Maybe you are big and bad and able to carry out your threats. Who knows until words turn into action? With a 55 pound advantage in weight and a 3' inch advantage in height, it should appear to be your show. I'm guessing your about the same age (65) although with all the other lies you've put forth, who really knows? Maybe you'e also got 10-15 years on me. I might be a real pushover, especially with the partial use of my left hand due to.. well you know.
Or are you gonna turn tail and weasel word your way out of this, too? It wouldn't surprise me at all with all your "big and bad"talk. Typical of a bully. I know of no big men who use verbal threat of their size to intimidate those they don't verbally agree with.
Or there's the two photos of two different people, one of them allegedly you. One a pudgy little guy, less than 6 foot to my eye. Or the fat, tub of lard wannabe biker in the second photo. I will say that the woman on the back of that bike looks more dangerous than either of the males pictured.
The male on that bike looks like another "Mudman"Simon, a 6' plus, 230 pound plus tub of lard that passed my path decades ago when I used to hang out with some of the older Phily-based Warlocks MC club folks, real 1 old-fashioned percenters. The old guard of the Warlocks were my neighbors and even they were embarrassed by "Mudman's" attitude and actions.
Couldn't fight his own fights-always rat packed those who crossed his path instead of fighting alone, even when he could, by weight and size, easily crush his opponent. My neighbors ejected him from one party I was at because he was an embarrassment as a fat-laden bully who always depended on others to fight his fights, picking out a 150 pound nice guy who "Mudman' decided to rat pack for apparently no reason other than the victim looked like an easy mark. .
About 14 years after my crossing paths with this dirtbag, "Mudman", within six months after being released a long stint in prison for taking part in the pounding of an innocent into a vegetative state, k**led a 135 pound cop here in South Jersey by shooting the cop in the eye with a Sig Sauer .45. He could have easily taken the cop by hand, but apparently wouldn't stand and fight.
I was a newspaper reporter at the time and shortly after the crime, some of the younger Warlocks came down to request that I do a "positive" piece on "Mudman" and his struggle to reintegrate into society after along prison term. I politely declined. "Mudman" got exactly what he deserved.
Eventually sentenced to death, "Mudman" was k**led on death row by a 5'6" 145 pound sicko name Stephan Ambrose. Apparently Ambrose got tired of "Mudman's" mouth. It was over in less than a minute with Ambrose breaking Simon's neck like so much fat-encrusted kindling. Ambrose was also on death row for the murder and rape of of a young couple (raping AND k*****g both of them) , a true sicko in every sense of the word.
So what's it gonna be? There's a little bit of "Mudman" in you, and a little bit of Ambrose, just to make it interesting.
What will happen? As Fats Waller said "one never knows, do one?"
The Dutchman wrote:
I doubt you'll be there because I doubt Turkey, TX. caters to you perverts.....