Deep in the heart of Texas…

Today at The Fried Pie was one of those days that make me glad I moved to Texas, and in particular, Gainesville.

The Table of Knowledge was filled past capacity with combat veterans, retired Marines, law enforcement officers, and War on Terror defense contractors… the very men America’s Marxist, Obama derides as small-town Americans, the “bitter” people clinging “to guns or religion.”

That’s right jackass… praise the Lord and pass the ammo.

The rousing two-hour gabfest covered everything from the last days of the Clyde Barrow Gang to the head space on a M-10 military rifle as well as the lighter side of     high-speed felony car chases.

I basked in a flood of testosterone that is largely unavailable or unknown to males who live in big cities, are married to gals who don’t know what a “double-tap” is, vote democrat or wear spandex and a Styrofoam hat to go the “spin classes”.

I almost felt sorry for our fellow males who are forced to watch American Idol and pay the mortgage but have no space for themselves in a 3,200 sf house.

These poor bastards can identify “sea-foam green” and “robin’s egg blue” at 50 meters, actually know what their birth sign is and are unaware or don’t care about their son’s disturbing devotion to Broadway musicals.

After we bused our own breakfast tables (that’s the way it is at “The Fried Pie” where the abuse is free and you can order your bacon “burned”) we settled into alternating stories from The High Sheriff and ‘Ski who took his Semper Fi retirement to Iraq until it all turned into a dull and boring place overrun with bureaucrats.

Who could blame him?

I could smell the cordite as eight to 10 stout American men, many of whom had paid a price for raising their right hands more than once relived some of the Mt. Everest moments that defined them.

Scars…. some visible, some not, were well in evidence around the table as mostly middle aged men complained good-naturedly about their shoulders, eyesight and the odd joint replacement here and there.

These were and continue to be armed “rough men who stand ready to do violence on behalf of those who sleep peaceably in their beds at night”.

But we live in a country where they name Navy warships for female politicians who who had accidents and a $140,000 salary; where the jackasses in Washington can’t wait until women are assigned to combat units so they can destroy the military and get little chicks and their male comrades killed for nothing.

It’s no wonder we like to live in the past.

This is no country for old men. 

About Gary Alexander

Volunteer coordinator for veterans support network in North Texas. Now retired from his private psychotherapy practice, I specialized in the diagnosis and treatment posttraumatic stress, working with victim assistance programs, veterans and the Veterans Administration for over 20 years. After being wounded in action in Vietnam, I was medically retired from the Marine Corps and know first hand many of the readjustment difficulties and psychological stresses experienced by today's OIF and OEF veterans. I am available, at minimal cost, to speak at your functions on several subjects including veterans issues, Vietnam, the Medal of Honor, Posttraumatic Stress Disorder and critical incident debriefings.
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1 Response to Deep in the heart of Texas…

  1. Elaine says:

    Indeed, it is great for the the real MEN to have such a place! I am privileged to often share this time listening to the “stories,” laughing at times until the tears blur my vision, and thanking God for this community, the Pie, the ladies that work there, and the men who frequent the establishment! I am blessed, and thank you all!!

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