One Drunk Redneck

I wish I had one-tenth of this talent.  It's an important message, though, all voters should see before election day. Written, performed, and created by The Marsh Family Posted by One Drunk Redneck

Back when our Founding Fathers wrote our Constitution, the concept of medical rights barely blipped on their radar screens.  Ok, that might have something to do with the fact that radar screens didn't exist back then, but let's be honest.  Their medicine bags contained a bottle of whiskey, sassafras root, and a twig or two of willow.  If the contents of the Doc's bag didn't cure the patient, what Granny's little brown jug contained would, or would at least by the time the patient woke up after taking a few shots. Medicine grew in leaps and bounds since the founding of this country so that by the early twentieth century, we had a rudimentary understanding of germs, viruses, genes and their roles in disease and ailments.  A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, which is how we ended up with a eugenics program, frontal lobotomies, forced sterilizations, human testing on the effects of diseases like syphilis, and mass immunizations that turned out not to be as safe as

  Approximate Read Time: 18 mins   Sarah Hayes: Good evening, everyone, and welcome to "The Evening Spotlight," where we dive deep into the issues that matter most. I'm your host, Sarah Hayes, and tonight we have a special guest joining us in the studio. Please give a warm welcome to One Drunk Redneck, candidate for the 2024 presidential election. Welcome to the show, One Drunk Redneck. One Drunk Redneck: Thanks for having me, Sarah. Pleasure to be here. Sarah: It's great to have you. Let's jump right in, shall we? Your recent speeches have focused heavily on the theme of individual rights and privacy, particularly in the context of medical decisions. Could you elaborate on your vision for what you've called the "Medical Bill of Rights"? One Drunk Redneck: Certainly, Sarah.  The old mantra, "my body, my decision" means exactly what it says.  When it comes to any medical decisions, the individual gets to make the final decision, hopefully w

Are we social bees?  Social ants? Neither.   Unlike the bees and the ants, we are born into our human society with no predetermined roles or expectations.  We are not social bees nor are we social ants.  We're social ain'ts.   "I ain't going to do that." "Government ain't going to do this." "Our society ain't going to accept any of it." Our whole nation was built on the concept that the individual comes first, not the society.  Society, after all, can only be as strong as its weakest link.  Give the individual the equal opportunity to be the best they can be, then society will grow to the best it can be.  Start governing instead of leading and the individual will fall short of being the best they can be, and society will fall short of being the best it can be.  The Bill of Rights and all the subsequent amendments written after the acceptance of our Constitution detail the rights of the individual, rights that the government cannot infri

Some of you may remember Keith and I tried buying the 1870 Church next to us back in September 2019.  Unfortunately, funding issues and COVID19 got in the way.  When we came out of lock down, we had secured the funding and reached a deal.  Two of the three owners agreed to the deal.  The third decided to buy his two partners out and keep the Church. Over three and a half years later, the owner contacted me to sell the Church.   We're in negotiations right now.  The owner came up from Florida on Christmas weekend to give me a tour of the Church.  It was heartbreaking to see the extent of new damage to the building over the last four years.   Fairmount's local historian and two officials from the Somerset County Historical society accompanied Keith and me on the tour.  They had attended the Church back in its hey day.  The extent of the deterioration in such a short time since the Church closed its doors for good stunned them.  It hasn't even been a full decade since closing

My opponent, Zantac, and a lot of his supporters have been making fun of me 'cause I said there are too many trees and we don't need to be spending millions of dollars to plant more trees.  I stand by my statement. "Go green" is a convenient slogan.  It tells the voter they are fixing the environment and fixing global warming.  No one is against the environment or fixing global warming...if that is even a thing.   Here's the thing.  Look at all our trees.  Georgia has the cleanest air in the world.  More trees won't make it cleaner. What a lot of people don't know is "go green" is code words for rich people to invest their money in tax saving schemes that make their bank accounts grow greener.   The sun is getting hotter.  No amount of going green is going to lower the sun's temperature.  But you can bet those rich people's bank accounts will get a lot greener over the feel good movement...and lie...that we are doing something good. Look

I tell you, trying to say something without upsetting someone else is quite impossible. "The sun is shining brightly today." "Why is One Drunk Redneck celebrating global warming instead of doing something about it?" Twitter Troll tweeted. "I don't understand how anyone can be so callous to those who have lost a loved one to skin cancer," Melancholic Mom mourned. "How can I harness that energy?" Concerned Citizen contemplated. "Yipee!  Meet you at the beach for a cold one Drunk Redneck!" Beach Ball Belly Bob bellowed. I might have lost fifty percent of the votes for saying, "The sun is shining brightly today" but on the bright side, I got one vote and can fight for the undecided.  I might win the undecided if I can explain how to harness the energy of the sun and provide tax incentives for them to do it. After more than two months since my announcement for a possible 2024 run, I have been writing my opening speech with the

I'll tell y'all where it all started.   It all started back in the caveman days.  Women were happy to stay around the cave all day.  They cleaned.  They cooked.  They raised the kids.  They followed the laws of nature like females of any species that hasn't gone extinct do.  Men went out and brought the food home.  It was dangerous work taking down the big game while fending off rival tribes that wanted to steal everything, including the women and children back at the cave.  Countless men died feeding their families and protecting them from all sorts of danger. The division of labor worked perfectly.  Families prospered.  Africa got crowded.  And we had to start populating the world outside of Africa where there was plenty more food and less tribal competition for it.  Following proper gender role responsibilities fostered the booming prosperity of early man. Some men, usually the ones light in the feet, started staying home with the women.  The big game an

Estimated read time: 11 minutes ...and I don't have to tell you why Ok, I'll be honest.  By the time I finish writing this article, I might hop in my car and go get a shot.   I might wait until tomorrow.   Or next week.   Or next fall.   There's a thought.  When I get a flu shot next fall, I'll kill two birds with one stone and get the COVID shot, too.  At this point, the experts don't know if the COVID vaccine provides a lifetime of protection or if we'll need to have an annual booster shot like we do for the flu, so what's the rush to get a shot right now? For the last year, we've been told to stay six feet apart, avoid crowds, wash hands, and wear a mask.  The experts usually get the order of importance wrong and stress wearing a mask, first, and then add the other three cautions as an after thought - but the first three rules are rules I have always lived by and believe everyone should live by...every day...pandemic or no pandemic. Who wants a stran

Files lawsuit against owner alleging unwelcomed advances All I want to do is play and chase rabbits When Mango trotted into the county courthouse to file a lawsuit against her housemate, little did she know her actions would split her quiet, rural community...pitting neighbor against neighbor and dog lover against cat lover.   "The arrogance of that little bitch!" exclaimed Pussy.  "She's threatened the status of pets across the nation with her actions today."  Pussy is a family farm cat whose job is to keep the barn free of mice.  "So her housemate wants to hug her.  Hugging is far better than being thrown into a barn every night to hunt mice for your dinner." As Mango explained to this reporter as she affixed her paw print to the court document she was about to file, she holds no animosity nor indifference to her housemate.  She is tired of his unwanted affection, that's all.    "A day doesn't go by without him scratching me behind my ea