The Hoe and The Row.

Let’s lay out a few things on the floor before we go on much more around here. Before we get down to the nitty and the gritty and talk out all the conjure we want. I know that these days we’re suppose to mind our P’s and Q’s, dot our I’s and cross our T’s - and if you have sense you –will- cross those T’s - and worry and fret over everyone’s feelings.

Well forget it!

Ain’t gonna happen; I was raised to be polite and I’m generally pretty damned polite, but I was also raised to speak my mind and speak the truth and honey you can’t speak truth and guard all the people all the time. We’ve had just about too damned much watching our tongues and tucking our heads the last eight years. And you sure as hell can’t ever speak truth to power while watching your tongue.

Forget it, ain’t happening.

This place is mine to speak in. You don’t like it? Sound off, but don’t expect me to cry a river or give a good damn. I’m gonna speak it my way; you don’t like it there is the highway. Sound a little confrontational don’t I… we’ll to quote the great lady ‘I’m awfully bitter these days’… The Row is getting harder to Hoe folks and I’ve grown tired of watchin’ my mouth.

It ain’t gonna happen no more.

But don’t fret and don’t sweat, I honestly don’t have it in for most people – Oh there are a few out there starving, beating, and raping kids and helpless folk and chortling and lining there pockets all the while – pushing young men and women into meat grinders for a few bucks more and to look tough and then pulling bullshit on the survivors – Them I have it in for, in spades, and I got me a lil way to fuss and spit back… Don’t you think I ain’t gonna be calling your names on the right nights - I’m a Justified worker.

Don’t worry over it happening.

The rest a you all; I don’t have any axes left to grind against. I don’t care if your black, white, red, yellow or polka dotted, rich, poor, or making ends meet, gay, straight, bi, transgender or a-sexual, up, down, or side to side – or any other set of lists or attributes you care to cobble together – It takes all kinds and sorts and G-d bless that the pot is full and rich rather than bland and thin. -But- I do have a cold, blue steel hard on against the cruel and the malicious and the just down and out willful Evil.

So here we go… have your tickets ready, please return your trays to the upright position, no smoking while the smoking lamp is ON and tonight’s movie has been cancelled, so ease back, relax don’t take it so big and don’t worry about whatever the hell the ol’ Devil writes here – Hell, ain’t like no ones gonna read it no how!