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

Two days and counting.  The Big Day to figure out how to say “I love you” will be upon us.  Hallmark, 1-800-FLOWERS, and Kay Jewelers will make a tidy bundle, which they'll double in the following days as those of us who screw up scramble to find ways to say “I'm sorry.” In the beginning, saying “I love you” was easy.  God gave us flowers, chocolate, and shiny rocks to win the hearts of our true loves.  Fields of flowers, pounds of chocolate, and many shiny rocks later all lost their charm and luster as the years flew by. Five-star dining, fine wine, and a night of dancing as we tried to recapture the euphoric feeling of true love we first experienced in our youth replaced the flowers, chocolate, and shiny rocks as a way to say “I love you.”  In those middle years, we sampled the finest wines and danced the night away.  But as our knees grew stiffer, the music grew louder and more annoying, and nine o'clock in the evening became our new bed ...

..or how about a boost 2,000 chocolate bars would give you? Smile...Does the Body Good! Somehow, as much as I love chocolate bars, I think 2,000 of them would make me sick.  But considering one chocolate bar is one comfort food that takes the edge off and makes me happy, if scientists could pack the combined power of 2,000 chocolate bars into one, I'd probably be ecstatic.  Ok, the bad news.  I don't have $25,000 to give you nor do I have 2,000 chocolate bars.  Imagine the shipping charge on that!  But I can offer you one simple thing you can do that scientists have found produces the kind of euphoria lots of money and lots of chocolate can produce. Smile.    (Inc magazine) :) Posted by A Drunk Redneck

We're a peculiar bunch. "What is your biggest success in life?  Your legacy you leave behind?" "I married a wonderful person and raised three wonderful children." Yeah.  So have billions of other people, both today and throughout history.  "I'm an executive director making six figures a year.  My family can have anything they want." Yeah.  So have millions of other people, both today and throughout history.  "My social media account has gone viral.  I have thousands of followers watching me hike mountains and cook food over an open fire." Yeah.  So have millions of other people, both today and throughout history. "Wait a minute!" you might be screaming in your head.  "There was no social media prior to the Internet." There was social media, of sorts.  Think Dear Abbey.  Archaic, slow, and inefficient by today's standards, but Dear Abbey is arguably an early example of a chat room.  If you remember...

Despite what the title might lead you to believe, this article isn't a cover letter to the Trump people expressing my interest in joining their team as an economic or tax advisor.  The title is sound math. The savvy reader will recognize that "one plus one equals ten" is not how the title is read.  Thanks to computers, most of us (probably those under forty, at least) would recognize the title as machine language, binary code that is read as "one plus one equals one zero."  The number  that looks like a ten is not a ten and is not called a ten.  The simple math equation is a perfect example of what math is. Math is a set of rules that allows us to count and measure things using symbols.  The basic symbols we use are numbers, each number representing a quantity that we can easily count on our hands.  One finger became the symbol, 1.  It's not a coincidence the symbol to represent one finger looks like a finger.  Two should look like the pe...

Estimated read time: 8 minutes Fake news is all the rage today.  It's the modern day version of yellow journalism during the early days of the printed newspaper over a hundred years ago.  Outrage over yellow journalism led to the creation of journalism ethics, codified by the Society of Professional Journalists.  Perhaps the prevalence of fake news today will lead to a set of ethics for digital journalism tomorrow.  We all know (or think we know) fake news when we see it, but many struggle with a definition.  Anything coming out of the White House or the Capitol is fake news.  That's a given.  But what about anything coming out of the Daily Wire , an online news source?  (It is a fake news site.)  What about Five Drunk Rednecks?  (It isn't a fake news site.  It's an entertainment site clearly offering opinions, arguably drunk opinions, and not news.) Kim Goodwin offers us a prime example of a fake news story.  Doubtfu...

Estimated read time: 8 minutes People make money writing on the Internet.  Some people make a lot of money writing on the Internet.  I simply want to make my weekend beer money writing on the Internet and this blog ain't doing it.  Since starting this blog, I've made enough to buy four Bud Tall Boys and that's it.  It remains a mystery to me how people make a living writing on the Internet. One obstacle of making money comes in the form of ad blockers.  On this blog, I have one little, non-intrusive ad near the top.  That, by itself, doesn't generate a whole lot of money.  If you don't see the ad up there, you have an ad blocker app running.  I make nothing on computers using ad blockers. I'm a purist, though.  A blog shouldn't become an advertising billboard with columns of ads on the right and trending stories underneath, trending stories designed for the purpose of generating more ad revenue.  I've come across my sh...

Judge Milian of the People's Court issued a bonehead decision.  She wins Bonehead of the Month, which puts her in the running for Bonehead of the Year.  She can relax, though.  I'm sure Trump will win Bonehead of the Year hands down. The case she ruled on revolved around a cat that "accidentally got out of the house," as the sweet little old lady claimed, and jumped into the neighbor's fenced in yard.  The neighbor's dog attacked the intruding cat, killing it. The sweet little old lady, who wasn't so sweet once she began talking, claimed her neighbor owed her a new cat.  The dog owner countersued for the almost four hundred bucks he owed in vet bills after the attack. Judge Milian ruled against the plaintiff saying the neighbor's dog was in its fenced in yard and wasn't roaming free.  She then ruled against the neighbor's countersuit saying there are no cat leash laws so the cat was simply another animal in the yard.   The plaintiff can...

Estimated read time: 14 minutes I watched Stephen King's 11.22.63 miniseries with the only other drunk redneck remaining, Keith.   Ok, quick review for readers who may not have seen the show.   It was ok and entertaining for me.   Keith loved it.   He thought it was a beautiful love story with a supernatural/sci fi element and he'd watch it again.   I thought Stephen King saw the movie, The Butterfly Effect and wrote 11.22.63 as his interpretation of the phenomenon.   Now back to my story. At the beginning of the movie, a character, who had traveled back to 1960, says to the main character of the story that the food back then tasted better than it does today.   Keith turned to me and said, "See?   I told you the food was better back when I was a kid." The food did taste better when we were kids, didn't it?   The thought may have triggered an emotion in you that no English word describes.   It's a nostalgic, almost ...

I admit it.   I didn't last ten minutes into the show.   I got up and began working on my blog trying to finish an article I started two years ago.   Three minutes into the show, I wanted a Dramamine pill, and I don't take pills for anything except as a last resort.   I held on for a few minutes longer, but couldn't take it any more.   I worked on my article with the show playing in the other room as some friends watched it. Let's start this review with the quote of the night after the two episodes aired: "I'm gay and I want to beat that kid up. Get rid of the little fairy fly and the show would be tolerable."   That quote isn't made up and, yes, the guy who said that really is gay. Gender creative or cultural misappropriation? He was referring to probably the most controversial character in the show - Darelene's ( Sara Gilbert ) son, Mark ( Ames McNamara ).   At first the audience is left guessing if her eight-year-old son is gay ...

Scout Schultz at Georgia Tech committed suicide by police.  Schultz identified as Lord knows what.  Before you jump all over me for that last sentence, I get it.  Gender identity can get messed up and I can sort of understand how that can happen.  At least I think I have a pretty good handle on transgenderism, but what the heck is nonbinary and intersex, as Shultz self-described?  Aside from my spellcheck flagging "nonbinary" as being misspelled, nonbinary and intersex sounds like a phrase conjured up by scientists to identify the gender of an android.  Even so, I can handle whatever gender identity term one wishes to identify with.  But I draw the line when you start telling me which pronoun I should refer to you as. No, R2, I don't know why they told us to get lost when we asked them to refer to us as nonbinary and intersex. If you look like a boy and I call you, "he", you can correct me.  I'll be embarrassed, but I will t...

An Internet acquaintance of mine, Dan Elder, Cmd Sgt Maj, US Army, Retired ( @DandotElder ) shared a tweet by Duane K. L. France ( @ThCounselingVet ) asking readers to " Change Your POV About Memorial Day ".  Even at the expense of forgoing the rest of my article, I urge you to follow the link and change your POV of Memorial Day. If you came back after reading the above article, thank you.   Now you get to hear another veteran's take on what Memorial Day means to him.   It's only one story of millions and not that spectacular, but it is genuine. First, let me make it clear that I served my four years during peace time.   I took my honorable discharge after four years because I decided I didn't want to make the military my career.   I was put on standby for the First Gulf War, but I was never recalled to duty.   As I write the rest of this article, in no way do I want to mislead you, the reader, into thinking maybe I was a combat veteran.   ...