Posted on 03/09/2011 11:54:58 AM PST by PJ-Comix
Oh, the tragedy! Because of those evil budget-cutting Republicans we are now facing the loss of that great cultural landmark, the Cowboy Poetry Festival. Thank you Senator Harry Reid for exposing this nefarious act with your bold attack upon the Republicans:
The mean-spirited bill, H.R. 1,, eliminates National Public Broadcasting...It eliminates the National Endowment of the Humanities, National Endowment of the Arts. These programs create jobs. The National Endowment of the Humanities is the reason we have in northern Nevada every January a cowboy poetry festival. Had that program not been around, the tens of thousands of people who come there every year would not exist.
And if the Cowboy Poetry Festival does not exist next year, then the world would be deprived of my brilliant piece of poetry designed to appeal to the NPR types. Since that festival’s future is now in doubt because of the heartless Republicans, your humble correspondent will post “Drugstore Cowboy” now before it is lost for all eternity:
(Excerpt) Read more at washingtonexaminer.com ...
That's Michael Jackson finally with a new coat and hairdoo......and nose.
I never once thought he was dead.......
Injuns is red
Sage hens is blue
I like my horse
‘Cause he don’t moo.
Now that's funny right there! I don't care who you are! That's funny!
But read Harry’s quote! Thosew people won’t even exist if the Republicans get their way!
"I feel a great disturbance in the force, Luke, like thousands of Cowboy Poets have been silenced."
You are 100% correct, my FRiend. The show will go on and will now be even bigger, thanks to the despicable slime ball, Harry Reid, for bringing so much attention to it.
There seems to be a few here that are trying to discredit the historical value of real ‘Cowboy Poetry’. Most of these poets (both men and women) are the last of a dying breed, soon to become extinct. Their verse, poems, stories and ramblings from days long gone are proudly shared with those who did not live during a time when “men were men”. They lived it, they rode the trails, branded the stock and rode the rodeos in their spare time.
Below is a link to my old friend, Bob Schild, well respected Cowboy Poet, bareback & saddle bronc-buster, rancher & saddle maker, as well as an old school mate of my Father's.
He wrote this verse for my Father when hearing about his passing.
PALS NOW GONE
“Sore missed are the comrades who've passed with the storm,
The best of the litter most often the norm.
The cream of creation has flitted away, though some are remaining-all weathered and gray.
But death, be it final, can't keep friends apart, for old childhood buddies still live in our hearts!”
“Written with respect to (my Dad's name) and those like him. Bob Schild, Feb. 28 2005.”
I guarantee that Cowboy Poets are already working on their next poems that will probably start with something like “NPR and Harry Reid be damned......”
Bob is a ‘real cowboy’ and I suggest to those that equate their poetry and yearly gathering with Brokeback Mountain images take the time to read his story:
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