Four years in dog is twenty-eight…and shit if we ain’t countin’ in those numbers anyway.

My man C-Wy lives a couple exits north of me in the Swamp so he knows, better than I, what the libnut world is all about. Caldwell might be this place or that, but it shares a common thread with America…

I’ve never met the man but I know what kind of man he is; he loves his wife, he loves his daughter and he loves his Country. 

He’s a fighter. Bring it.

Read the blog and you’ll find out the rest.

In honor, of a Patriot, a Father and a Man, I give you:

hen in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

My sincerest congratulations to you, Sir Wy. 

See you on the road brother. Only the Strong Survive.

Russ