The Biker Republic

When you are involved in a war with your own government, elected and appointed officials, there is no time off. It is simply a steady grind. Listening to NHTSA, NTSB, AMA, G. Bush, Hillary Clinton and John McCain finally becomes sickening. Constantly hearing the lies of Kennedy, Specter, Governor Rick Perry, State Senator Carona, State Rep. Mike Krusee and others and hear each Party blame the other for everything wrong finally brings you to the point that reach a steady burn.

Watching the courts make law from the bench and having a President who calls the Constitution a “Goddamned Piece of Paper” becomes more than you can stomach especially when you supported him the first time. Having a large group of Motorcycle Riders in Houston who wear a manufacturers patch on their back doing a memorial run for a dog that was shot by a neighbor while a few thousand Bikers are in the State Capitol speaking up for citizens rights is deplorable.

Yesterday I watched The US Senate discuss an Amendment to the Defense Programs Bill that would have required a reasonable withdrawal of troops from Iraq. Eight Senators gave impassionate speeches on the Amendment and then a vote was called for. The Clerk began calling the Roll in rapid fire staccato which showed that many had already decided on their vote prior to the hearing. Then it became apparent that nearly all had already decided as the camera panned and there was no one in the room. The final vote was 28 Aye – 70 Nay, including John Warner who has been hammering to bring the troops home. Just a pack of lies from him the same as we have been getting from most all of them. This was the final straw for me.

What does the title of a song have to do with all this? I shrimped for 22 years and spending weeks at a time in the Gulf was as soothing as riding alone on my bike. This became my favorite song and immediately following the aforementioned vote when I felt myself about to explode this tune jumped into my head. I have been laid down three times when Doctors said I couldn’t live 24 hours. Been pronounced dead once but my foot jerked as they were placing me in the morgue. Lost all the ribs out of my right side and crushed off my right hand.

When doctors diagnosed my lung problem they told me to get my business matters in order as I had less than six months to live. After doing that I sat down and had a personal conversation with God as usual. It went like this, “God, if you are ready I am ready. But we have started something here that works. I would appreciate if you could consider our members and allow me to continue until someone else can take over the association and keep it going. If not then I am ready when you are. Though I now take eleven pills, six inhalers, use a nebulizer, eat mostly fruits & vegetables and am supposed to stay on Oxygen 24/7 I am still here. That was over six years ago so apparently God listened again. I have a lot to be thankful for since then. Besides the TMRA 2 Warriors we are blessed with the Texas Confederation of ABATE and nine Regional Confederations of Clubs. I can’t say all Texas motorcycle owners are involved but the Bikers of Texas are Warriors. I doubt that any other State can put over 5000 Bikers in their capitol on Monday talking about biker’s rights at the same time.

 So now what can you do? Many just call it burn out and go home. They are losers. My favorite quote from a Founding Father is “I know not what path others might choose, but as for me “Give me Liberty or Give me Death.” Liberty or Death is tattooed on the left side of my head. My forehead has a tattoo that reads FREE and Legislative Warrior is tattooed on my right Forearm. The coiled Rattlesnake with “Don’t Tread On Me” will adorn the right side of my head soon. I have a Mohawk haircut and wear five earrings in my left ear. I have worked with the Democrat Party for the past 15 years.

You will note this article is laced throughout with the word I. That is because I am about to express a personal opinion. This is my own personal opinion and I take full responsibility for it’s content. Neither Political Party is worth a dam today. Those in leadership positions of both Parties are liars, schemers and thieves. Our elected and appointed officials have turned our individual states over to the control of major Corporations and Foreign Governments for their own personal gain.

I still believe Bikers are the last hope of America to remain a Free country but I can no longer bring myself to work within either Party. I also believe that Dr. Ron Paul is the last Hope for president this time. I voted for Ron Paul in the Republican  Primary Election and for no one else down ticket thus severing all ties with either American Party and working for the individual candidate in those races in which I choose to take part.

I have decided to attempt to write a book about Political activity in which the association has been involved since its inception. Only when absolutely necessary will you find the word I in this undertaking. I am a dumb ass Biker from the wrong side of the track who was fortunate enough to come up with a plan and be blessed by God who sent the real Heroes with the fortitude to turn a Dream into Reality.

America Bless God

Sputnik

October 13th, 2008 | Category: Biker Republic | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL