I’ve never really felt the military life was for me. Sure, I’d love to see the world, get in better shape and serve my fellow Americans, but the strict adherence to routine and procedure, predawn workouts and respect for authority at all times (and of course the whole war and enemy fire thing) probably wouldn’t jive with your humble editor.

However, I may have found the motivation: If I’d have the pleasure of shooting those responsible for screwing us over with $4 per gallon gas, I’d be happy to go.

Fighting for true capitalism, how American!

Release that black gold into the open market, or I’ll blow your freakin’ face off.

Come on, I finally have a reliable car that can go cross country, it just costs 300 percent of what it would a few years ago to get anywhere.

Something tells me it’s not supply and demand, and those truly responsible aren’t overseas terrorists, but speculators, politicians and oil tycoons right here in America.

I’m surprised people are being so passive about the whole thing.

It’s kind of like the story of the frog who landed in the pot of water?if it gets turned up gradually, he won’t jump out. If gas went from $1.25 to $4 overnight, people would destroy every gas station out there. But make it a gradual increase and we’ll just give the man what he asks for.

Don’t take it lying down. Don’t be boiled alive. I want to see riots over this!

I had the opportunity of seeing a country riot of sorts as Marty Stewart and some of his rowdy friends gathered for a fan fare kickoff at the Ryman last week. That furious redneck-Santa-Devil himself, Charlie Daniels, absolutely attacking his fiddle was an amazing sight to see. Historic!

There are two kinds of Americans: those who say the Obama is half black and those who say he is half white . . .

Anyway, I can forget about everything for a few days; I’m off to Bonnaroo, where seemingly more than any other location around these parts, what’s happening in the outside world has little, if any, relevance.

Peace,

Bracken Mayo, Editor in Chief