Flappin' Your Gums with Falsehoods?

Ah the dusty trail of reputation, that ol' critter that's worth more than a gold mine in these parts. Let's rustle up some truths and wrangle 'em into shape, Samuel Clemons style.

Lying ain't just about flappin' your gums with falsehoods. It's like a slick lawyer sidesteppin' the truth faster than a greased pig at a county fair. Them news folks these days are pullin' the same stunt, cherry-pickin' what suits their fancy and leavin' the rest out to pasture. It's enough to make a loon howl, or whatever a loon calls what emanates from its gullet, at the moon.

Dodgin' more rejections than a scarecrow in a hailstorm

But reckon what? The real McCoy, the genuine article, is truth. None of that fancy footwork or hogwash spun like a spider's web. When the facts don't dance to your tune, it's better to square up to 'em like a gunslinger facin' down a posse, 'stead of tryin' to wrangle 'em into submission.

Now, hold your sled dogs 'cause we're saddlin' up for a ride through the halls of power. When them highfalutin' officials start pilin' up more greenbacks than a Ukrainian president, it's enough to make a patriot head to the range. I'm all for a free market, but when Uncle Sam's pockets start bulgin' like a tick on an endangered moose, it's long past time to put the herd on a diet. We might have to start eatin' 'em one by one Haiti-style.

In the world of web design, with every hound lookin' to fetch themselves a bone, I don't fret none. 'cause even as I'm dodgin' more rejections than a scarecrow in a hailstorm, I keep upgrading folks' sites 'til I find a fellow compatriot willing to give me the nod. I don't wait on local business type folks to come to me. I sniff 'round that there Google-ized contraption seekin' out unloved sites and git to work. Gives me practice an' keeps my skills sharp in the in-between times.

But, by thunder, if there's one thing that gets my goat, it's folks tarnishin' others' reputations faster than a creek in mud season. In these parts, a man's good name is worth more than gold, and slingin' mud just ain't neighborly. As sure as shootin', them scriptures may be old as the hills, but they still pack a wallop when it comes to keepin' folks in line.

Now, old Jesus had a thing or two to say 'bout the power of words. Seems he reckoned that what comes outta a man's mouth can turn a sour apple sweet or sour the milk faster than a rattlesnake in a henhouse. And in a world where folks size up a feller based on Google reviews, it pays to mind your tongue lest you end up in a fine mess.

The things that come out of a person's mouth come from the heart, and these defile them. For out of the heart come evil thoughts - murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander. - Jesus

In the grand mosaic of American life, there's one thing that binds us tighter than a hitch in a cowboy's lasso: our shared traditions. From the stars and stripes flappin' in the breeze to the strains of “The Star-Spangled Banner” to the ol' Constitution that enshrines our individual liberties, these here symbols remind us of the bedrock values that make this land worth fightin' for. This is the land that exploded a pair of A-bombs to end a World War and lifted men to the Moon not one time, but six. It remains the world's number one destination for immigrants. Who can argue with an African man, who underwent the lengthy legal process to become one of our fellow compatriots; who proposes makin' us a multi-planetary species by hitchin' a ride on his SpaceX doohickey? Never you mind, we all know folks soft in the cranium who'll make it their goal to stand in the way.

So, as we mosey on down the rough frost-heaved road of life, avoiding obstacles to the left and to the right, let's tip our hats to honesty, integrity, and the ol' American spirit. 'Cause in a world full of student activists and two-bit plagiarizing administrators, there ain't nothin' more valuable than a good name and a straight shooter. Yeehaw!