Friday, December 31, 2010

Deputy Sheriff Sgt. Rusty Arnold


SPRINGTOWN -- The long line of public-safety vehicles stretched down Farm Road 51 between Weatherford and Springtown just after noon Thursday. They slowly traveled the 17 miles from a funeral home to another long line -- a double row of Western hats and black-taped badges waiting at a high school football stadium to honor Parker County Sheriff's Deputy Rusty Gene Arnold.

Arnold, 32, was fatally injured in an off-duty wreck on Dec. 13. He died at a Fort Worth hospital on Dec. 21. Two other people were injured in the three-car crash.

The service focused on Arnold's time with the Sheriff's Department, where he had worked since 2001. He was a sergeant in criminal investigations when he died.

The Stephenville native was also an Iraq War veteran, serving as a sergeant in the Army Reserve in 2003 and 2004.

The bleachers quickly filled with Arnold's friends from Tarrant, Erath and Parker counties, and his adopted hometown of Springtown, population 2,639.

"He was a good guy," said Kara Harris of Weatherford, whose husband worked with Arnold in the Sheriff's Department. "You can't even say enough. Honestly, he was such a good officer, a good dad and a good husband."

Arnold always looked for the "teachable moments in his work," Riley said. "He could defuse a situation with his patience and special insight."

He once brought school supplies to a child he met on one of his calls, and on another occasion he counseled a hostile teen to stop blaming his parents for everything that went wrong in his life.

"Rusty's response to him was, 'If my parents were 7 feet tall, I'd be an NBA star, but they're not.' Rusty said, 'I've worked for what I have, and you can, too,'" Riley recalled.

Arnold cleaned up a paupers' cemetery for his Eagle Scout project, delivered Meals On Wheels with his grandparents, and continues to help people after his death as an organ donor, Riley said.

By Shirley Jinkins

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Christmas Serenade



It's 15 below on the prairie
the wind chill's down near 42
and I'm watchin' a Texas blue norther blow in
and I'm not sure what I'm gonna do.

'Cause the tanks are froze pretty near solid
and the handle broke off my best ax
and the feed's gettin' wet from a hole in the roof
where it's leakin' all over the sacks

And I'm feedin' more hay than I planned on
'cause the snow covered up all the grass
the tractor's broke down and the pickup won't start
and it's cold as a well digger's...shovel

It's the 24th day of December
and the sagebrush is covered with ice
and I think that a hot cup of coffee
or a good shot of rye would be nice

'Cause my feet are so cold I can't feel 'em
and my fingers are purty near froze
and there's icicles hung off my moustache
from the drip drippin' off of my nose

I was hopin' I'd get to quit early
and be back at the house Christmas Eve
but these baldies are cryin' and hungry
and there's no one to feed if I leave

And there's one little motley-faced heifer
who somehow got in with the bull
and she's just too little to leave by herself
'cause the calf's gonna have to be pulled

And there's one other thing I might mention
a fact that is painfully clear
I'm so broke that I can't pay attention
so I guess I'll spend Christmas out here

But it's pretty out here on the prairie
where the stars light the cold winter sky
and though I can't remember when things were much worse
I guess I'm still a right lucky guy

'Cause I've got a good woman who'll love me
no matter what time I come home
and my young 'un is happy and healthy
though I wish he weren't quite near so grown

And I've got that new 3-year-old filly
who's better than I even dreamed
and my old spotted gelding as good as they come
so things ain't all as bad as they seem

I've got no cause for being ungrateful
and to gripe and complain isn't good
'cause there's people all over this country
who'd trade places with me if they could

So I know that I'll have a good Christmas
in spite of my problems somehow
I'll just watch as this Texas blue norther blows in
and sing "O Holy Night" to the cows.

© 1996, J. W. Beeson

Friday, November 19, 2010

Texas Strikes Back



“I never thought that we’d be in this paramilitary type of engagement. It's a war on the border," said Captain Stacy Holland with the Texas Department of Public Safety.


Holland leads a fleet of 16 state-of-the-art helicopters that make up the aviation assets used by the Texas DPS to fight Mexican drug cartels.


In recent years, the cartels have become bolder and more ruthless.


They cross the border with AK-47s on their backs, wearing military camouflage. They recruit in prisons and schools on the American side. Spotters sit in duck blinds along the Rio Grande and call out the positions of the U.S. Border Patrol.


To combat the cartels, the Texas Department of Public Safety is launching a counterinsurgency. Tactical strike teams send field intelligence they gather to Austin to a joint operation intelligence center, or JOIC in military terminology.


“It certainly is a war in a sense that we’re doing what we can to protect Texans and the rest of the nation from clearly a threat that has emerged over the last several years,” said Former FBI prosecutor Steve McCraw, who runs the undeclared "war."

And now that there is added pressure on the cartels, the drug runners are employing new techniques, known as a splash down. When the heat is on, they attempt to return to Mexico with the drugs, often times in broad daylight. And because the Texas law enforcement’s authority ends at the border -- in this case the river -- they even have time to put on their life jackets.


“The cartels may be ruthless, they may be vicious, they may be cowardly ... but they’re not stupid,” said McCraw. “They’ll adapt their tactics and recently they’ve adapted their tactics to utilize smaller loads, cross with rafts, stolen vehicles on our side.”


President Barack Obama and Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano have recently said the Mexican border is more secure now than it has been in 20 years, but some along this border strongly disagree.




"To suggest the southwest border is secure is ridiculous," said Holland.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Woman Who Saved Austin, Texas



by Benjamin Gustafsson
As you walk between Sixth and Seventh Street you might notice the bronze statue of a woman getting ready to fire a six-pound canon ball across Congress Avenue. If you’re anything like me, you’ve asked yourself where that canon ball is headed. The answer is into the side of the General Land Office Building that stood in its way in 1842. The woman is Angelina Eberly, known as “The Savior of Austin.” This statue marks the exact spot where she fired a canon shot that once preserved Austin as the state capital.

So why did Eberly want to blow a giant hole in the General Land Office Building?

Apparently, in the America of the late 19th century, the primary symbol of political authority lay in government archives carefully maintained in the capital of each state. Similarly, the Republic of Texas archives had been kept since 1839 at the General Land Office building in the small frontier town of Austin, after Stephan F. Austin—which had recently changed it’s name from Waterloo to reflect its new status as the republic’s capital.

From the first days of the Republic, the Texas congress had favored a plan to build a planned city as its capital somewhere in the strategic center of Texas. However, Sam Houston—who will from here on be considered the villain of this story for the purposes of our narrative, in spite of his patriotic service at the Battle of San Jacinto—had hatched an ego-maniacal plan to move the capital to his precious namesake city of Houston. Using his authority as President, Sam Houston blocked congress plans and had the archive moved to Houston.

Yet, with the ascension of Mirabeau B. Lamar to the Presidency in 1839, the Central Texas plan was revitalized. Lamar chose an area near the village of Waterloo, which lay between Shoal and Waller Creeks on the banks of the Colorado River. Edwin Waller, whom the creek was named after, was then selected to draw up a plan for the city. He designed a fourteen-block grid with a broad north-south main street that would run from the river to the State Capitol. It later became known as Congress Avenue.

But despite these developments, Sam Houston refused to give up his plan. During the intervening years he railed against Austin, calling it “the most unfortunate site on earth for a seat of government.” Then in 1941 1841, Houston again became President of the Republic.

During the first year of his Presidency, Houston expressed his distaste for the new capital by refusing to stay in the official residence of the president. Ironically, during his visits to Austin he stayed at a room in the boarding home of his future nemesis: Mrs. Angelina Eberly.

In her time as his host, Mrs. Eberly grew suspicious of Houston.

In 1842, when the Mexican army took control of San Antonio, Goliad and Victoria, the president called for a meeting of the congress in Houston where he argued that Austin was too vulnerable against a Mexican attack and ordered that the precious archives be returned to his beloved Houston.

Ready for such a move, the residents of Austin formed a vigilante group to protect the archives, which they named “The Committee of Safety,” and threatened to defend the official papers with armed resistance if necessary. In response, Houston ordered that the papers be stolen in the dead of night.

The stage was set.

On a cold December night, Houston declared that Austin was no longer the state capital. That night twenty men, led by Colonel Thomas I. Smith and Captain Eli Chandler, arrived in Austin and began loading the archives into their wagons. Awoken by the sounds, Mrs. Eberly spotted the men, ran to a canon lying in wait and lit the fuselage. A six-pound canon ball exploded into the night and crashed into the side wall of the Land Office Building, frightening the soldiers and awakening Austin’s residents.

Smith and Chandler fled into the night with two wagons filled with archives—the vigilantes followed them. At Brushy Creek, in what is today known as Williamson County, the soldiers were forced to return the documents at gunpoint. To his credit, Houston had ordered the men to avoid bloodshed at all costs.

By the next morning the archives were returned to Austin where the citizens celebrated with a raucous New Years Eve Party.

For a number of years Sam Houston was able to keep the government located further north out of fear of further Mexican incursions. But in late summer of 1846 the seat of government was returned to Austin where Mrs. Eberly and the archives awaited.

In the late summer of 2004 the city erected the statue in her honor.

Another interesting piece of Texas History.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Black Cowboys of Texas

Some of the finest people I know are Black Cowboys and Cowgirls of Texas.



Black Cowboys give urban young men and women an alternative perspective of life, and a good one at that:



Below is A narration by Edward 'Penny' Richards:

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Texas Border Business See Dramatic Drop Because of Border Violence

Texas Ranches Taken by Los Zetas


All I can say is these Bravos just f-ed up...


Los Zetas gang cross over, raid and take several Texas ranches.

UPDATE: Story is now 100% confirmed by second source within the Laredo Police Department


The bloodbath continues along our southern border and now word is coming in that Los Zetas, the highly trained killers formerly with the Gulf Cartel, have crossed into the United States and taken over at least two ranches in the Laredo, Texas area.



UPDATE This is being kept quiet. All comments refering to this situation are "un-official", while "official" comments are nothing happening, "nothing to see, move along."

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

TREASON!

Justice Department Files Suit Against Arizona Immigration Law

Arizona is under attack from violent Mexican drug and immigrant smuggling cartels," Arizona Governor Jan Brewer said in a prepared statement. "Now, Arizona is under attack in federal court from President Obama and his Department of Justice."

Absolutely breath taking. Attack, attack, attack is Obama's plan before November against American citizens on behalf of citizens from another country in the United States illegally.

Friday, July 2, 2010

4th of July - Remember - This is a Republic



REPUBLIC - a state in which the supreme power rests in the body of citizens entitled to vote and is exercised by representatives chosen directly or indirectly by them.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Texas Citizens Stand Side By Side with Arizona Citizens!



Stand for Law and Order. Stand with Arizona! Hold this President and the Democrats ACCOUNTABLE to the fullest extent of the law, for turning against Americans.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Need a Friend? She's the Guy to Call!



"Man has his will -- but woman has her way." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

This post is dedicated to Maria, Dcat, BG, Joanne.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Gun Barrel City



Doing business over in Gun Barrel City yesterday. Compared to Central and West Texas the forests are thick and there's lots of water with lakes, streams and rivers. Almost like Louisiana in a way. Gun Barrel City is the gateway to Cedar Creek Lake. Great fishing lake. A little history from Wikipedia:

"The town began as an unincorporated community known as the "Old Bethel Community" in the 1960s after completion of Cedar Creek Reservoir. It was incorporated in the late 1960s so it could legally sell beer and wine. The city takes its name from a former road, Gun Barrel Lane (which is now State Highway 198), as well as its motto, "We Shoot Straight with You" and its symbol - a rifle with two crossed antique pistols. Gun Barrel Lane got its name during the 1920s and '30s when outlaws frequented the area. It was considered a safe backwoods place during Prohibition when the likes of Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker hung out in the area. A local resident, Mr. C. L. Wait, lived along the road and was known for sitting at the window of his house with a shotgun sticking out the window. It was his way of deterring those he deemed unwelcome on this back country road."

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Spring Time in Rural Texas



Time to do a head count, branding and a lot of sorting and catagorizing. Just like any other business.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

It's Saturday Night!



Time to find a nice watering hole with a live band.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

A Message to the "Elite"



As Hussein Obama of Kenyan descent continues to open the gates of our forts to the third world radicals to murder and kill our troops at home, this generation of America's people have finally begun to wake up. At a time on the heels of their sons and their daughters having in some cases given up their lives on the battle field against these same radicals, our sons and our daughters are now looking back from those same bloody battle fields to home and seeing their fellows being targeted, killed and massacred in the states. They are looking back and finding that Americans back home have allowed themselves to be fooled into electing people who do not honor the sacrifices made for the protection of our traditional way of life...

Politicians and Pundits had fallen lock-step behind America's first socialist President, but in one of the bluest states of this nation, a message was sent to these rubber stamp minions that the people are now coming after you. You are not the "elite", a label too often placed on you by talking heads in the media who want to consider themselves as co-"elites". There are no "elites" in Washington, DC. Too many people are refering to politicians and talking heads as "the elite", and for a short while they actually believed they were elite. But "Houston, we have a problem!"

In America, the "elite" are the PEOPLE. A nation of the people, for the people, by the people. In America, the people are the elite.

These socialists will try to repackage themselves before the November elections to try to keep thier positions which until recently they thought were their "positions of power" to "rule over the people". To try to shove THEIR policies down the throat of the people. But in their feeble minds and short memories these politicians found a rude awakening waiting for them when the people sent a man to Congress to tell them that those seats are not theirs. That those seats in Washington, DC, belong "To The People", are "For The People" and that unless they have forgotten, these politicians are there by "The Will of the People".