Meeting new friends gets harder for me as I grow older..It does amaze me though when I cross paths with someone who is a mirror image of me without the use of a mirror....I am blessed with a wealth of knowledge and good friends...There are people that I have known forever; that even if we departed mad at each other, that the friendship vein runs deep and those bonds never fade...I have a special place within my heart for the people I call my friends...I will forever give to someone if I know that they have the potential to do better...Not long ago; I met a really goodhearted person, at first we were just fast friends..It didn't take long for that to change after we connected on a level of intelligence that you don't find with everyone you meet...It turns out my new friend and I are both Capricorns and that is exactly what sets us apart..I told him the other night that the only real problem I had with him was that he was never on time....He laughed and told me he hears that all the time...I told him the reason I know is that I see myself in him without the use of a mirror...The reason he always runs late is because in true capricorn fashion we are going to do just what we have to do for ourselves, before taking care of those around us..Sometimes that will get us into trouble if we are not careful...I remember when I was around his age doing just about the same things in life..I must tell you it was my time, not their time, not your time, but my time....If you chose to waste my time trying to get a hold of me then your time got placed even further near the end of the line; straight meaning bother me, and you will be at the end of the line not the head of the line....I know that my friend knows that I trust him and I know he won't lie to me....I told him if he get look in my eyes, tell me a cold lie, that when he was done I would know the truth..My wife and I really like this young man: and he has to realize that friendships that are this strong, are the ones that last forever......
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Reprint: Media Monitors Network
And You Call me a Terrorist - (Poem)
You have weapons of mass-destruction
Including
International Propaganda Machinery
You came to an already living land
And called it a discovery of Columbus
You attacked the natives
And called them savages
You brought syphilis, Influenza, alcohol and different diseases
In the new world and wiped out the natives
Only a trail of tears is left.
You dropped A bomb on Japan
You brought war to Viet Nam.
You spread land mines which have
Mimed and killed children, women and men
You quickly forgot Bay of Pigs.
How about Hawaii, Philippines and other countries
You brought slaves from Africa
You attacked Afghanistan.
You attacked Iraq with a false pretext.
How about Abu Gharib Prison,
You have weapons of mass- destruction
Including
International Propaganda Machinery
You have the most weapons.
You can attack anyone anytime
And you call me a terrorist.
I Found myself at an Interesting Place today....
Today, I found myself in an interesting place...I questioned a friend with some real personal questions, ones which could bring harm to me...I know this young man; young enough to be my son, and I know his character for we share a horoscope....I see a lot of that person I was in the past, in today's light.....I told him that an honest friend can look me in the face and stone cold lie, but it will be the truth....That's an epiphany like the first one on the 1st of January: Yesterday is the past, the trails we followed to make it to today....Being the past the tracks we left will be followed by the younger ones....Today is the best day everyday, LIVE IT THAT WAY!!! Always think of tomorrow; remembering that it is only a pipedream, which is an impossibility to gather in.....Just when you get to the edge tomorrow you realize that its TODAY: LOVE AND LIVE IT FOR YOURSELF....DO NOT BE AFRAID TO BE A FREE - THINKER, ENJOY EVERY DAY LIKES IT'S YOUR LAST....THAT IS AN HONOR TO S.R.V. - DIES SATURNI A.D. V NON. OCT. MMDCCVII A.U.C. til DIES SOLIS A.D. VI CAL. SEP. MMDCCXLIII A.U.C.....
God rest the bluesman playing in heaven, more talented today than ever.....
Everyday I search the online news and sites for reading that is interesting, full of texas bull crap, or just plain intriguing and eclectic....Today my reading took me to the coming sovereign nation and the legalization of marijuana...There should be a decriminalization of all other drugs with the same restrictions to their use, as are in place in Amsterdam, Netherlands....You are only allowed to stay in their hotels for no more than 29 days; then your stay is over, board your plane now.....The 10th amendment will come into play....nullification is riding a gulf wind to a city called Austin...My choice for governor of this great state is Debra Medina...I have read all those against her and all those for her and stand proud....She also stands for the legalization of marijuana and to bring state level decisions back to the decision of the voting public....I like her stand on border control from all sides..Build port of entries and treat everyone from Mexico, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Louisiana, and other visiting countries.....I like the fact she knows with legalization and honoring the Texas Constitution do away with property taxes and establish a broader sales tax....Rick Perry issued the first secession speech in early 2009, now early 2010 he is back pedaling saying it's still a possibility...Kay Bailey doesn't impress me at all...Rick Perry has served his term: He lives in a glass house that the State of Texas pays for - $10,000 a month, Texas has to step up and take a stand, we need a change.....This is an open letter to the establishment that may soon have to follow the leader and bring police action against the good people of our home country...The movement is unstoppable if the right person is elected and she does what she says she will do....Anyone that says that Texas is like every other state being broke, haven't been paying attention to the amount of capital for investments that have been accrued by the oilmen of the Austin Chalk...Normally I would vote Democrat, but not this time...Republican is for the lady from down in the belly of our state....Conservative is an abomination to the FREE - THINKER with in my brain....Their are those friends that I have that tell me I should stop, well to them I say I will quit thanks to my psychiatrist is honoring the problem I have...She prescribed me 80mg. VyVanse which is Adderall that lasts 15 hours and is non addictive....I will never stop blowing the blunts....No more illegal, just weed(nothing illegal with it)....It will be a nice change of pace to be able to possess and cultivate a couple in the backyard....Thomas Jefferson; in the Declaration of Independence stated, "We had the right to pursuit of our happiness".....Marijuana has always been one of those ways that we have partied among our friends, kicked back for some serious football, Skicross in the Olympics, or just plain popped open a Shiner and rolled up an ounce....I am a responsible disabled guy that wants some peace....Red Dirt Country, and an array of friends that understand we lead, they follow.....Listed next is a reproduction from the website: http://www.dpft.org/supply.htm, it's a rousing well thought out piece of literature about the Federal(DEA) Drug War.....
http://www.dpft.org/supply.htm
This deals with supply and surplus.....
1)
STOPPING SUPPLY IS IMPOSSIBLE
"The real problem is that no affordable sum spent trying to stop smuggling has any effect on supply."
"Since the early 1980s when Ronald Reagan launched his much-trumpeted war on drugs, their country has spent nearly $300 billion to stem the flow - with 'no discernible impact on either price or availability', as even the State Department admits."
-- The Economist, 1997
The Drug Enforcement Administration [DEA] is charged with stopping supply.
Jack Lawn headed the DEA for five years under President Reagan. He has recently appeared on TV [Charlie Rose Show and the PBS show, FRONTLINE] to say the budget for drug law enforcement should be cut by 90 % because it's a waste of talented personnel and money.
"My job is to chase flies through the dark all over South America."
- DEA agent to former prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi
Robert Stutman, a former high official with the (DEA) under Lawn and others, in The Christian Science Monitor, 10-6-00:
"I think going after product is basically a foolish objective ... [the cartels] can afford to lose 90 percent of their product, probably 95 percent of their product, and still turn a profit. Yet, the basic concept of US government and most state drug wars is to go after product. Well, my three-year-old grandson knows that doesn't work."
Nobel Prize winning economist Milton Friedman and a host of other economic gurus have been trying for 30 years to explain that it's as simple as understanding that you can't pass laws that overturn the law of supply and demand.
To paraphrase one of the opponents of alcohol Prohibition, "Well, you can pass a law against gravity, but if you jump off the capitol to celebrate, we're still going to scrape you up with a shovel."
SURPLUS SUPPLY: The Fruits of Prohibition
"The more we seize, the more they produce. In 30 years of anti drug work, I can tell you that law enforcement is not the answer."
-- DEA agent, citing the agency's own statistics on the flow of cocaine (Houston Chronicle, 6-10-96
Surplus supply is the natural economic response to drug seizures. To double or triple production of something that costs a penny but sells for a dollar is easy.
The drug lord's story: a broad analogy
A drug lord needed to supply his customers' demand for 100 boxes. Years ago, he shipped 120 boxes. The authorities would seize about 4 boxes and 16 boxes would be left for surplus.
As citizens called for more seizures, the money and men allotted to seize those drugs multiplied, The drug lord knew all this, anticipated losses and produced surplus drugs in advance.
The drug lord now ships 200 boxes. The authorities seize about 20 boxes and 80 boxes are left for surplus.
Results:
The drug lord has produced a huge surplus of a product at little cost, increasing his evil influence and ecological damage in the producing country.
The amount of drugs seized, the tax dollars wasted and the amount of surplus drugs that can leak out to children have all been increased by 500%.
The public celebrates the media's news reports and officials crow. No one seems to relalize that Catch 22 is alive and well and that they have just made the supply problem considerably worse.
The drug users get 100% of the desired drug as usual.
Pretty meaningful rap laid down right there.....
FREE - THINKERS NEVER LET MEANING TO BE DISPLAYED AMONGST EACH OTHER WITHOUT FINDING SENSIBLE NEED FOR THE TROUBLE....
Don't be afraid, read the facts at www.medinafortexas.com, give the ranch lady a chance.....
We don't need the haters, we need people who stand for what they believe....
SECESSION IS NOT THE GOAL OF OUR CANDIDATE, NULLIFICATION AND SOVEREIGNTY....
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Forty and Found a Huge Surprise.......
This today is going out to all my friends that I have relocated through FaceBook...
To Pam, Denise, Pat, David, and Tim you will learn some things about me that reflect ho I truly feel....
December 28th, 1959 I was born at the Texas Osteopath Hospital in Fort Worth, Texas...This is where the journey that would become my life started its humble beginning...
Moving forward now to December 1982...On the 3rd of this month my father; World Champion cutting horse trainer Hoot Walker passed away, it was 25 days from my 23rd birthday..My mom and I traveled out of town on the weekend of the 11th to visit with relatives...During this trip my mom informed me that I had been adopted the day after I was born...This revelation totally stunned me and I questioned why I had not been told sooner...My mom and her relatives in Weatherford, Texas that we were visiting told me that I had known I was adopted since I was six years old. My mom told me that I went to court to get my birth certificate and when the judge asked me if I was happy with my parents: I told him that I was, and that I didn't want to talk about that anymore...I believe that I at that moment suppressed that memory and filed it in the recycle bin....
The information my mom gave me was simply this...If I wished to know anything about my adoption and the family that gave me up for adoption I would have to travel to Fort Worth and see Retired FederaL Judge Byron Matthews....He was a very good man that had been the D.A. in Tarrant County, and at this time in 1982 he was a successful defense attorney with offices in Tandy Towers...He would go on to the seat of federal judge before his career was finished....Judge Matthews was very nice to me when I went to see him...He answered my questions with five statements about my real mother...Her name was Marguerith Johnke, she was Czechoslovakian, lived in St. Paul, Minnesota, had 2 other children a brother a year younger, also a sister a year older, and had been having an affair with a married man(hence where I entered the picture)....Of these five statements only two of them were the truth; her name was Margreth Johnke and she was from St. Paul, Minnesota...The ones that were false: she was actually Swiss/Irish and who my father actually was will remain a mystery that not finding out does not hurt my feelings any....He also told me that he could give me more information if the law offices hadn't had a fire and those files were destroyed....Knowing now what I didn't know then the fire they had was most likely in the parking lot where they poured gasoline on those records and set them ablaze(those records would have been able to connect them to the gray market of the late 50's, early 60's...private attorney adoptions).....I sent letters to the St. Paul newspaper trying to find out more information about my real mother, but after receiving no responses I filed that memory away, often wishing would I ever know my real family.....
Now we can fast forward one last time to March 2000...
My 2nd wife and I had been visiting my mom in Wichita Falls and had rummaged around for paperwork that might be able to identify me..We had found a receipt from the hospital for a minor surgery after I was born....It listed my mother's real name, her address at the time I was born, her best friend's name in Minnesota, and the total amount it cost for my parents to take me home---$254.00.....That same visit my mom purchased a new home computer for us...When we got back to Fort Worth, got it connected to the internet, I decided to search adoption websites in search of my real mother's name.....That search on Google yielded 2 websites with a match to that name.....The first I looked at said the people looking were looking for a baby girl Johnke born in December, 1959 in Fort Worth, Texas...At this time I figured it was someone else, so I didn't bother to look at the other website...Just like the sterotypical cat curiosity got the best of me and at 2:30 am. I went back to look at the 2nd website; and here is where that huge surprise hit me in the face....It said this: Looking for babygirl Johnke, born December 28th, 1959 at the Texas Osteopathic Hospital in Fort Worth, Texas...As I continued to read to the right I was shocked at what I read, you have 8 brothers and sisters looking for you...It stated they had my birth file number if I wanted to send a copy of my birth certificate....I looked at my birth certificate, copied the file number, and sent it to the email address that was listed there....The next morning at 5:30 am after 3 hours sleep I was getting ready for work when the phone rang..My wife gave it to me and told me there was a woman that wanted to talk to me; My first words to her were Am I the brother you are looking for---YES was her answer...Wow at that very moment my life changed forever; I now had 3 brothers in Minnesota, 2 sisters in Minnesota, 2 sisters in Texas, and 1 brother in Texas..I also had nieces and nephews that I did not believe would ever happen....I have oldest brother Rick in Minnesota, oldest sister Denise in Minnesota & Florida, next oldest sister Pam in Caldwell, Texas, older brother David in Bluffdale, Texas, older sister Jana(who does not have a birth certificate at all) in Lingleville, Texas, younger sister Pat in Minnesota, and younger brothers Tim and Tom in Minnesota....By the end of that day I had talked to all of my brothers and sisters..I have now met all of them here and there except my oldest brother Rick....That was on a Wednesday, Thursday my sister Jana came to visit me in Fort Worth with pictures that she had picked up when she was in Minnesota earlier....The next weekend my brother Tom flew to DFW to meet me and then meet me at my sister Pam's so I could meet the rest of the Texas bunch....The first thing Tom asked of me was for me to remove my glasses so he could see my eyes(crystal blue), at which he said that I had Grandma Lucy's eyes...Her maiden name was Flogerzi and she had married an Irish man named Lucy.....That weekend my wife and I traveled to Caldwell where I met my sister Pam, husband Danny, and 2 of her 3 children...Not long after I arrived, my brothers Tom & David arrived....It was very uncanny to me to be with 5 of my siblings and see that we all looked like each other in the face.....While in Caldwell; Pam showed me a 6 inch stack of green and white copy paper that she said was all the Darrell Walkers' in Texas...They told me that they had all gotten together in San Antonio April 26th, 1999 and began looking for me, this became just one coincidence that would be like many others...My 2nd wife Lisa and I had gotten together on the very same day....
Now we move into the present: I still haven't gotten to Minnesota although I would like to go in the early fall of this year 2010....I still haven't met my brother Rick...I have love for each and every one of these people that have entered my life...All my life I wanted to find out if I was an only child or had a family..It was very overwhelming that family I found so quickly that fateful March day.....I don't get to visit them near as much as I wish I could, but the economics haven't let me get out of Texas to head up north....
Rick in Minnesota, haven't met yet...
Denise, Minnesota & Florida, retired as a Chief Master Sergeant Air Force after 25 1/2 years, her graduation was where their search for me began....
Tom, union trim carpenter from St. Paul....
Tim, supervisor in the streets dept in St. Paul......
Pat, worked for a neighboring county in Minnesota....
Pam, christian school teacher, Caldwell.....
David, house builder, Bluffdale...
Jana, bookekeeper, Lingleville....
Darrell, ssa disability, Wichita Falls.....
Mysterious Coincidence's(I know after all these came about that it was inevitable that I found my family)
I was employed as a hot shot courier dispatcher in Arlington, Texas for 5 years...One of my best friends that worked for me was a man named John Blackwell...
My sister Jana and her husband had known John and his wife for 20 years......
My sister Pam grew up in Hamilton, Texas...My friend John asked her about someone he knew from Hamilton..Pam said that was her best friend growing up, the lady was John's first wife...
I asked John if he knew my brother David Jaquess from Bluffdale, to which he replied no...He did relate to me that when he got out of the service after the Vietnam War, he had worked at a dairy farm in Bluffdale, with a Randy Jaquess..As it turns out that was David's adopted brother....
My wife Lisa's mom lives in Crestview, Florida...Coincidentally my sister Denise had a house in Florala, Alabama...Their houses are only 30 miles apart....
These coincidences are almost as uncanny as finding my real family on the internet....
My sister Pat had an adopted sister(their mom was our mothers best friend)...Pat's sister was married to my brother Tim for 18 years......
Facts about my mother's family the Flogerzi's & the Lucy's.....
My sister Denise has visited the family chalet in Switzerland outside of Bern where the lineage was traced to the 1100's....
The Lucy's arrived in America from Ireland...I really do not know all that much about them....
I need to stay in better touch with them, but it is tough to do sometimes...I hope that they each know how much I dearly LOVE them........
Darrell J. Walker
My mother, Margeth passed away in 1988...Even though I never met her knowing the things I do, I am relieved to at least found brothers and sisters.....My mother is buried in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada and I unfortunately can't even visit her grave due to my criminal record in Texas.......
To Pam, Denise, Pat, David, and Tim you will learn some things about me that reflect ho I truly feel....
December 28th, 1959 I was born at the Texas Osteopath Hospital in Fort Worth, Texas...This is where the journey that would become my life started its humble beginning...
Moving forward now to December 1982...On the 3rd of this month my father; World Champion cutting horse trainer Hoot Walker passed away, it was 25 days from my 23rd birthday..My mom and I traveled out of town on the weekend of the 11th to visit with relatives...During this trip my mom informed me that I had been adopted the day after I was born...This revelation totally stunned me and I questioned why I had not been told sooner...My mom and her relatives in Weatherford, Texas that we were visiting told me that I had known I was adopted since I was six years old. My mom told me that I went to court to get my birth certificate and when the judge asked me if I was happy with my parents: I told him that I was, and that I didn't want to talk about that anymore...I believe that I at that moment suppressed that memory and filed it in the recycle bin....
The information my mom gave me was simply this...If I wished to know anything about my adoption and the family that gave me up for adoption I would have to travel to Fort Worth and see Retired FederaL Judge Byron Matthews....He was a very good man that had been the D.A. in Tarrant County, and at this time in 1982 he was a successful defense attorney with offices in Tandy Towers...He would go on to the seat of federal judge before his career was finished....Judge Matthews was very nice to me when I went to see him...He answered my questions with five statements about my real mother...Her name was Marguerith Johnke, she was Czechoslovakian, lived in St. Paul, Minnesota, had 2 other children a brother a year younger, also a sister a year older, and had been having an affair with a married man(hence where I entered the picture)....Of these five statements only two of them were the truth; her name was Margreth Johnke and she was from St. Paul, Minnesota...The ones that were false: she was actually Swiss/Irish and who my father actually was will remain a mystery that not finding out does not hurt my feelings any....He also told me that he could give me more information if the law offices hadn't had a fire and those files were destroyed....Knowing now what I didn't know then the fire they had was most likely in the parking lot where they poured gasoline on those records and set them ablaze(those records would have been able to connect them to the gray market of the late 50's, early 60's...private attorney adoptions).....I sent letters to the St. Paul newspaper trying to find out more information about my real mother, but after receiving no responses I filed that memory away, often wishing would I ever know my real family.....
Now we can fast forward one last time to March 2000...
My 2nd wife and I had been visiting my mom in Wichita Falls and had rummaged around for paperwork that might be able to identify me..We had found a receipt from the hospital for a minor surgery after I was born....It listed my mother's real name, her address at the time I was born, her best friend's name in Minnesota, and the total amount it cost for my parents to take me home---$254.00.....That same visit my mom purchased a new home computer for us...When we got back to Fort Worth, got it connected to the internet, I decided to search adoption websites in search of my real mother's name.....That search on Google yielded 2 websites with a match to that name.....The first I looked at said the people looking were looking for a baby girl Johnke born in December, 1959 in Fort Worth, Texas...At this time I figured it was someone else, so I didn't bother to look at the other website...Just like the sterotypical cat curiosity got the best of me and at 2:30 am. I went back to look at the 2nd website; and here is where that huge surprise hit me in the face....It said this: Looking for babygirl Johnke, born December 28th, 1959 at the Texas Osteopathic Hospital in Fort Worth, Texas...As I continued to read to the right I was shocked at what I read, you have 8 brothers and sisters looking for you...It stated they had my birth file number if I wanted to send a copy of my birth certificate....I looked at my birth certificate, copied the file number, and sent it to the email address that was listed there....The next morning at 5:30 am after 3 hours sleep I was getting ready for work when the phone rang..My wife gave it to me and told me there was a woman that wanted to talk to me; My first words to her were Am I the brother you are looking for---YES was her answer...Wow at that very moment my life changed forever; I now had 3 brothers in Minnesota, 2 sisters in Minnesota, 2 sisters in Texas, and 1 brother in Texas..I also had nieces and nephews that I did not believe would ever happen....I have oldest brother Rick in Minnesota, oldest sister Denise in Minnesota & Florida, next oldest sister Pam in Caldwell, Texas, older brother David in Bluffdale, Texas, older sister Jana(who does not have a birth certificate at all) in Lingleville, Texas, younger sister Pat in Minnesota, and younger brothers Tim and Tom in Minnesota....By the end of that day I had talked to all of my brothers and sisters..I have now met all of them here and there except my oldest brother Rick....That was on a Wednesday, Thursday my sister Jana came to visit me in Fort Worth with pictures that she had picked up when she was in Minnesota earlier....The next weekend my brother Tom flew to DFW to meet me and then meet me at my sister Pam's so I could meet the rest of the Texas bunch....The first thing Tom asked of me was for me to remove my glasses so he could see my eyes(crystal blue), at which he said that I had Grandma Lucy's eyes...Her maiden name was Flogerzi and she had married an Irish man named Lucy.....That weekend my wife and I traveled to Caldwell where I met my sister Pam, husband Danny, and 2 of her 3 children...Not long after I arrived, my brothers Tom & David arrived....It was very uncanny to me to be with 5 of my siblings and see that we all looked like each other in the face.....While in Caldwell; Pam showed me a 6 inch stack of green and white copy paper that she said was all the Darrell Walkers' in Texas...They told me that they had all gotten together in San Antonio April 26th, 1999 and began looking for me, this became just one coincidence that would be like many others...My 2nd wife Lisa and I had gotten together on the very same day....
Now we move into the present: I still haven't gotten to Minnesota although I would like to go in the early fall of this year 2010....I still haven't met my brother Rick...I have love for each and every one of these people that have entered my life...All my life I wanted to find out if I was an only child or had a family..It was very overwhelming that family I found so quickly that fateful March day.....I don't get to visit them near as much as I wish I could, but the economics haven't let me get out of Texas to head up north....
Rick in Minnesota, haven't met yet...
Denise, Minnesota & Florida, retired as a Chief Master Sergeant Air Force after 25 1/2 years, her graduation was where their search for me began....
Tom, union trim carpenter from St. Paul....
Tim, supervisor in the streets dept in St. Paul......
Pat, worked for a neighboring county in Minnesota....
Pam, christian school teacher, Caldwell.....
David, house builder, Bluffdale...
Jana, bookekeeper, Lingleville....
Darrell, ssa disability, Wichita Falls.....
Mysterious Coincidence's(I know after all these came about that it was inevitable that I found my family)
I was employed as a hot shot courier dispatcher in Arlington, Texas for 5 years...One of my best friends that worked for me was a man named John Blackwell...
My sister Jana and her husband had known John and his wife for 20 years......
My sister Pam grew up in Hamilton, Texas...My friend John asked her about someone he knew from Hamilton..Pam said that was her best friend growing up, the lady was John's first wife...
I asked John if he knew my brother David Jaquess from Bluffdale, to which he replied no...He did relate to me that when he got out of the service after the Vietnam War, he had worked at a dairy farm in Bluffdale, with a Randy Jaquess..As it turns out that was David's adopted brother....
My wife Lisa's mom lives in Crestview, Florida...Coincidentally my sister Denise had a house in Florala, Alabama...Their houses are only 30 miles apart....
These coincidences are almost as uncanny as finding my real family on the internet....
My sister Pat had an adopted sister(their mom was our mothers best friend)...Pat's sister was married to my brother Tim for 18 years......
Facts about my mother's family the Flogerzi's & the Lucy's.....
My sister Denise has visited the family chalet in Switzerland outside of Bern where the lineage was traced to the 1100's....
The Lucy's arrived in America from Ireland...I really do not know all that much about them....
I need to stay in better touch with them, but it is tough to do sometimes...I hope that they each know how much I dearly LOVE them........
Darrell J. Walker
My mother, Margeth passed away in 1988...Even though I never met her knowing the things I do, I am relieved to at least found brothers and sisters.....My mother is buried in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada and I unfortunately can't even visit her grave due to my criminal record in Texas.......
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
history not forgotten
ITS DARRELL WALKER, THIS IS ABOUT TIME NOT BEING FORGOTTEN......PLEASE HELP ME IF YOU CAN.......
Current mood:
aggravated Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
FATE OF A CHAMPION
THE NIGHT OF THE RODEO
DREW VERY NEAR
HE THOUGHT OF LONG AGO
NOT FROM HERE
HE REMEMBERS WATCHING THE ARENA
AND SEEING HIS FATHER WIN
HE THEN REMEMBERS TRINA
HIS MOTHER WHO DIED WHEN HE WAS TEN
HIS FATHER HAD WON THE RODEO
WITH HIS MIGHTY SKILL
THEN THE BULL DOUBLE ZERO
CAME IN FOR THE KILL
BUT THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO
WHEN BILLY WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN
HE HAS HAD A LOG TIME TO GROW
AND DECIDED HE TOO WANTED TO BE A CHAAMPION
BILLY HE RODE HIM WELL
HE REALLY TRIED
HE GAVE IT HELL
AND THEN HE CRIED
EVERYONE HAD SEEN
AND ASKED WHY HE CRIED
HE SAID NOT BECAUSE I AM THE CHAMPION
BECAUSE I OWE TO MY CHAMPION WHO DIED.....
DARRELL WALKER
AUGUST 16TH, 1975.....
FOR A LONG TIME THESE WERE JUST WORDS ON PAPER. I WROTE THEM IN 2 MINUTES AND FELL BACK TO SLEEP....ON DECEMBER 3RD, 1982 MY FATHER DIED AND AT 4AM THAT MORNING THESE WORDS MEANT MORE TO ME THAN ANYTHING ELSE THAT I HAD WROTE...
EVEN THOUGH I WAS ADOPTED BY A CUTTING HORSE TRAINER HOOT WALKER I GREW SO VERY PROUD OF HIM THAT NIGHT...HE WON THE WORLD IN 1954, 1958, 1960, AND 1962.....ALSO HE JUDGED THE CUTTING HORSE FUTURITY 5 TIMES IN A ROW...I BELIEVE THAT THIS RECORD PROBABLY STILL STANDS....IN ORDER TO JUDGE THAT EVENT YOU HAD TO BE VOTED IN BY YOUR PEERS...IT WAS AN HONOR TO ME THAT MY FATHER WAS SO THOUGHT OF BY THE OTHER CUTTING HORSE PEOPLE....
I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THESE DAYS BECAUSE OF THE N.C.H.A.(NATIONAL CUTTING HORSE ASSOCIATION), I BELIEVE THAT THEY OWE MY FATHER AN HONOR THAT MY MOTHER OF 80 COULD BE PROUD OF BEFORE SHE DIES.....
ALSO MY DAD HAULED HORSES ALL OVER THE UNITED STATES.....THE PEOPLE HE HAULED FOR GAVE HIM THE GREATEST OF RESPECT BECAUSE HE TREATED THEIR HORSES AS IF THEY WERE HIS OWN....I GAINED MOST OF MY EDUCATION BEING WITH HIM ON THE ROAD WHEN I WAS SIX UNTIL I WAS 22....I CAN NEVER GIVE THIS MAN WHO ADOPTED ME AND GAVE ME A GREAT HOME THE ABSOLUTE RESPECT THAT I BELIEVE HE DESERVES FROM THE N.C.H.A....THEY HAVE GROWN TO A LARGE ORGANIZATION THAT I TRULY BELIEVE HAVE FORGOTTEN THE REAL MEN THAT PUT THEM ON THE MAP......I JUST WANTED TO SAY THIS SO MAYBE SOMEONE WILL READ IT AND SEE THE TRUTH FOR WHAT IT REALLY IS.......
THE NIGHT OF THE RODEO
DREW VERY NEAR
HE THOUGHT OF LONG AGO
NOT FROM HERE
HE REMEMBERS WATCHING THE ARENA
AND SEEING HIS FATHER WIN
HE THEN REMEMBERS TRINA
HIS MOTHER WHO DIED WHEN HE WAS TEN
HIS FATHER HAD WON THE RODEO
WITH HIS MIGHTY SKILL
THEN THE BULL DOUBLE ZERO
CAME IN FOR THE KILL
BUT THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO
WHEN BILLY WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN
HE HAS HAD A LOG TIME TO GROW
AND DECIDED HE TOO WANTED TO BE A CHAAMPION
BILLY HE RODE HIM WELL
HE REALLY TRIED
HE GAVE IT HELL
AND THEN HE CRIED
EVERYONE HAD SEEN
AND ASKED WHY HE CRIED
HE SAID NOT BECAUSE I AM THE CHAMPION
BECAUSE I OWE TO MY CHAMPION WHO DIED.....
DARRELL WALKER
AUGUST 16TH, 1975.....
FOR A LONG TIME THESE WERE JUST WORDS ON PAPER. I WROTE THEM IN 2 MINUTES AND FELL BACK TO SLEEP....ON DECEMBER 3RD, 1982 MY FATHER DIED AND AT 4AM THAT MORNING THESE WORDS MEANT MORE TO ME THAN ANYTHING ELSE THAT I HAD WROTE...
EVEN THOUGH I WAS ADOPTED BY A CUTTING HORSE TRAINER HOOT WALKER I GREW SO VERY PROUD OF HIM THAT NIGHT...HE WON THE WORLD IN 1954, 1958, 1960, AND 1962.....ALSO HE JUDGED THE CUTTING HORSE FUTURITY 5 TIMES IN A ROW...I BELIEVE THAT THIS RECORD PROBABLY STILL STANDS....IN ORDER TO JUDGE THAT EVENT YOU HAD TO BE VOTED IN BY YOUR PEERS...IT WAS AN HONOR TO ME THAT MY FATHER WAS SO THOUGHT OF BY THE OTHER CUTTING HORSE PEOPLE....
I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THESE DAYS BECAUSE OF THE N.C.H.A.(NATIONAL CUTTING HORSE ASSOCIATION), I BELIEVE THAT THEY OWE MY FATHER AN HONOR THAT MY MOTHER OF 80 COULD BE PROUD OF BEFORE SHE DIES.....
ALSO MY DAD HAULED HORSES ALL OVER THE UNITED STATES.....THE PEOPLE HE HAULED FOR GAVE HIM THE GREATEST OF RESPECT BECAUSE HE TREATED THEIR HORSES AS IF THEY WERE HIS OWN....I GAINED MOST OF MY EDUCATION BEING WITH HIM ON THE ROAD WHEN I WAS SIX UNTIL I WAS 22....I CAN NEVER GIVE THIS MAN WHO ADOPTED ME AND GAVE ME A GREAT HOME THE ABSOLUTE RESPECT THAT I BELIEVE HE DESERVES FROM THE N.C.H.A....THEY HAVE GROWN TO A LARGE ORGANIZATION THAT I TRULY BELIEVE HAVE FORGOTTEN THE REAL MEN THAT PUT THEM ON THE MAP......I JUST WANTED TO SAY THIS SO MAYBE SOMEONE WILL READ IT AND SEE THE TRUTH FOR WHAT IT REALLY IS.......
WE MUST NOT FORGET THOSE WHO GOT CUTTING HORSES TO THE POINT THEY ARE NOW........
DARRELL WALKER
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