Monday, May 05, 2008
Sam Houston
Sam Houston was Born in Virginia in 1793. His father was known for his unusual height, and his mother was once said to have the strength of three men.
At an early age, on a family excursion to the Adirondack mountains, Sam had the opportunity to meet an elderly (and somewhat intoxicated) Benjamin Franklin, who remarked in passing that "That Houston boy shows tremendous aplomb."
Never allowing a day to go by in his life without recalling his chance meeting with patriotic greatness, Sam set out to be all he could be.
In 1812, he volunteered under, then Captain, Andrew Jackson to run a suicide mission against British fortifications along the Chesapeake Bay. His mission was successful and he volunteered for three more, earning him the Congressional Bronze Badge of Superlative Greatness.
Then, he became a lawyer.
At the age of 25 he was named Attorney General of Tennessee and given command of the state's militia. At 29, he was elected to Congress, and by 31, he was Governor of Tennessee.
Then, in 1832, having been sorely insulted by a pompous historical nobody while on a visit to Washington DC, He beat the poor sad bastard to near death with a hickory cane on the side walk of Pennsylvania Avenue in front of the White House.
In an attempt to escape the heat from the savage beating incident, he emigrated, illegally, to Mexico.
Well, Texas, but at that time, it still belonged to Mexico. So...
It seems, back then, in the 1830s, Texas had a serious problem with illegal immigration. Thousands of undocumented Whites from Tennessee were moving south across the border. Many local Texans were heard, at the time, saying: "Holly sheet! Wot de fuck are we gonna do wit all of dees Whities takin over da place??"
Tensions flared, and Sam was named Major General of the (White) Texas Army. Which should not be confused with the other (brown) Texas Army led by Generalissimo Santa Anna.
Houston began to lose battles to Santa Anna almost immediately. At about that time, Lieutenant Colonel William Travis, sent urgent word to Houston from a tiny Mission in San Antonio called the Alamo. Travis essentially said, "Hey, Santa Anna is coming and I could use some help here."
Houston, of course, had other plans. And well, we know how the Alamo ended.
Houston, however, was quite the clever commander, and having later discovered Santa Anna's forces asleep during their mid-day siesta, he launched an all out attack, and destroyed the (brown) Texas Army.
Then, they made him President of Texas.
Then, Texas joined the United states as a pro-slave state.
Then, Texas joined the Confederacy.
Then, It joined the United States again
Then, Sam Became a US senator from Texas.
Then, he became the Governor of the State of Texas. (Making him the only person to have been elected governor of two states)
Then, He invented bubble gum.
Then, he died.
Somewhere along the way, they named a shitty little swamp town after him, which over the years has become the center of the Texas rail road industry, the cattle industry, the oil industry and eventually, the central command for NASA's space exploration.
Houston is now the fourth largest city in the United States.
And, as of Thursday, I'll be there. It's another biker conference for work. Just me and 2,000 hardcore bikers, descending on Houston for the weekend.
I've never spent any time in Texas, let alone Houston.
Anyone have any tips?
(And by "tips," I mean "Strip clubs" natch...)
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Duh! You're going to a Bikers conference! Every one of them will know where the strip clubs are. Yup, just you and 200 Bikers going to the strip clubs together. Those places are just waiting for y'all.
ReplyDeleteIt is supposed to be 90 degrees down there on Thursday. We know you love the heat. Sounds like at least a 4-straw superhighway of gin may be in order.
ReplyDeleteI was born in Houston.
ReplyDeleteTime to dust off the leather chaps and polish up the nut jewlry.
ReplyDeleteDon't forget your chaps and cowboy hat.
ReplyDeleteOosje! All of the bikers are from out of town too. I'm their lawyer, so they'll be asking me where teh good clubs are...
ReplyDeleteJB, I'm scared.
Dr. B, I haven't gotten the nut jewelry back since the last time I loaned them to you... Please wash them off before you return them though...
Inog, I was really counting on your entertainment advice...
Marge, I look silly in hats, doubly so in hats with brims.
Hailing from LA, you might be under the mistaken belief that only those who speak Spanish get the shit kicked out of them for no reason- but as illustrated by your history lesson, even pompous historical types do in Texas. So here's some tips to what to say when there:
ReplyDelete"Do I like Country music??...is there any other kind?"
"Micro-brewed what? Get me a Coors in a can littl' darlin'- and none of that light calories -gay boy stuff"
"no darlin' no need to take off your boots- cuz when we're done, you're leavin' anyhow...SAVE A HORSE- RIDE A COWBOY"
Lucky red you forgot:
ReplyDelete"I'd rather eat shit then drive a Jap truck"
Dr. B makes a good point, nothing but American made in Texas. Go FORD trucks!
ReplyDeleteI just threw up in my mouth a little bit. (Don't worry Dr. B., I'm going to brush and floss straight away!)
ReplyDeleteOh christ, I forgot about the cowboys... the hats... the giant fucking belt buckles...
ReplyDeleteDear lord.
Perhaps my burly biker buddies will protect me.
BS- my bad baby- jack up your Chevy and maybe I'll let you drive me to the church revival...
ReplyDeleteYou better make good friends with one of those burly bikers...cowboys don't like city boys...just sayin'....
ReplyDeleteHe's not really a city boy. He's more a suburb boy. Our resident perv would be just as uncomfortable in NYC as he will in Houston.
ReplyDeleteIf I knew anything about Houston strip clubs, I would share.
ReplyDeleteBut sorry, I just don't.
Hell, I have not been to a strip club in years.
Fewer cowboys in New York. I'd be just fine...
ReplyDeleteA coked up wraithlike model could beat your ass.
ReplyDeleteBut it would cost him $50
ReplyDeleteSave a horse. Ride a coked up wraithlike model! But I want to watch.
ReplyDeleteI don't think these sound like your cup of tea. All that upscale gentleman's club business may mean super high cover charge, and an over-priced atmosphere. Think oil money.
ReplyDeleteI think I'll just lock myself in my room and hide from the scary cowboys.
ReplyDeleteBy lock himself in his room, Mr. G&T means "in-room entertainment." Domino's isn't the only service that delivers.
ReplyDeleteIf all else fails, Spectravision.
Lucky red, my jacked up chevy is called a "bro dozer" just so you know. I even have the chevy tatoo going on. Go NASCAR... go #88
ReplyDeleteAmanda, Bulimia is so '87
how'd you like to spend a cold night in a warm mouth?
ReplyDeleteBut I just love that "hollowed out" look. And the 80s are back, Dr. B. Look at the resurgence in 80s inspired fashions, music, and haircuts! The 80s were out, and now they're retro, so they're back in again!
ReplyDeleteCherry ice cream smile
ReplyDeleteI suppose it's very nice
All this talk of cowboys, bikers and the 80s steer my thoughts to The Village People
ReplyDeleteNot sure where the lawyer fits in though...
I like to take bubble baths with teenage boys
ReplyDeleteoh, and cowboys...
ReplyDeleteThat's acceptable.
ReplyDeleteThese are people who had to have 'Rickroll' explained to them in May 2008. They may not understand that reference...
ReplyDeleteBS- and are those tats on your biceps and of big red flames...?
ReplyDeleteHey now that I got my hair transplants I can do my hair in a wave again!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should start tight rolling my pants again.
There has to be a Smith's reunion now.
Dr. B: You have hair implants? Seriously?
ReplyDeleteSeriously, he does.
ReplyDeleteTheres not one person in that dentist office that doesn't have something fake.
ReplyDeleteBut he's saving the boob job for next year...
I am sick and I am dull
ReplyDeleteAnd I am plain
How dearly I'd love to get carried away
Oh, but dreams have a knack of just not coming true
And time is against me now
Maybe he should get a penis implant
ReplyDeletejust sayin'.....
Yep I'm one of those guys walking on the beach in the Bosley commercial. Hurt like a mother fucker too. However, the donor site was my ass crack so I got pube head now.
ReplyDeleteDont worry I don't have doll hair head. It looks good my therapist tells me.
Lisa, its a requirment to work for me that your implants are at least 450cc.
But I digress...I miss Helly
Now there's a great idea Mrs. BS...you could start having all sorts of fun at home
ReplyDeleteHow big is 450cc - I do mls, or cup size....
ReplyDeleteOh and I thought the lounge would have blogged about Scarlet's engagement.
Poor Brian...
Dr. B, what size of penis implant are you going to get? 450cc's. What size is that anyhow?
ReplyDeletetechnically, it's the total displacement of a small motorcycle engine
ReplyDeleteA 450cc penis implant!? Get thee away from me, Mandingo!
ReplyDeleteWhitest Mandingo I've ever seen...
ReplyDeleteI have enough for everyone...
ReplyDeleteYou must be something else Mandingo
ReplyDeleteHey Mandingo, can I get your number?
ReplyDeleteMandingo split coked-up wraith like model in half
ReplyDeleteb.s. said...
ReplyDeleteBut I digress...I miss Helly
You miss me? Or you miss the fodder for your haranguing? ;-P
Having come from BS's ass crack, we can tell you that we've seen our share of Mandingos
ReplyDeleteWith some of the hair gone, he might be able to wipe me enough to avoid the skid marks now.
ReplyDelete*wink*
oh goodie, look at all this attention I am getting. I must be one of the popular kids now.
ReplyDeletewhat a great band name
ReplyDeleteYou're one of the cool kids BS because you come across as such a nice guy.
ReplyDeleteI think it's that air of mystery that all dentists have. Or maybe it's the ambiguously gay mystique left over from the high school era videos. I think it's probably the former.
ReplyDeleteLooks like Dr. B is more popular than me...
ReplyDelete