Howdy, World!

by cowboylands

In a few seconds the Democratic presidential candidates will be debating levels of elitism, in a few days Congress will be debating the next huge bill tapping billions of dollars for the Iraq War, and in a few minutes, I will have posted my first entry on CowboyLands. Neither as expensive as a war bill nor as contentious as a debate between two people of the same political party, this blog will seek to give a little bit of the West to everyone.

Feeling powerless? See what Gary Cooper would say in your situation.

Feeling parched for culture? Belly up to top ten lists of western movies, music, and vistas, courtesy of yours truly and any other buckeroo who chances upon this site.

Feeling mentally dusty? Hop into the latest Western fetish, collection, and obsession. Ditto on the importance of the contributions of other buckeroos.

Feeling like you’re ready to ride the high country ? Saddle up and ride, ride, ride to the farthest reaches of the world to find the best cowboy thinking has to offer.

It’s not all going to happen at once, but if the Lone Ranger can beat up all those villains with two bare fists, I can certainly figure out how to post images, video, music, and more.

Stay tuned, and happy trails.

“Bucko” Smith

Once Upon a Time in the West directed by Sergio Leone, 1968

Jill: What’s he waiting for out there? What’s he doing?
Cheyenne: He’s whittlin’ on a piece of wood. I’ve got a feeling when he stops whittlin’… Somethin’s gonna happen.

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7 Comments to “Howdy, World!”

  1. Things are quiet…
    Yeah, TOO quiet.

    The wild Injuns suddenly attack the wagon train
    circled up against the world…

    Then
    up over the mountain crest
    riding a big white horse
    that rears up dramatically
    against the setting sun
    fringes and conchos
    sparkling
    she draws her trusty six gun
    and charges down the steep mountainside
    on the surefooted white horse…
    The Injun chief throws his tomahawk
    into the air
    and hollers
    “Whooo-boy! The battle’s over!
    Set the barbecue to roastin’!
    Bucko Smith is here and…
    IT’S PARTY TIME!”

  2. Whoo-hoo!

    Glad the Injuns get to party this time around.

  3. It’s going to be a rip-snortin’ blog, fer sure.

    Now that Bucko has pulled into town, all other blank-shootin’ bloggers are gonna roll up and head fer the hills.

    P

  4. Hopefully not too many will head off. I’ll stick that gun back into my pants instead of waving it around.

  5. Hold it up, there, pard!
    You know Bucko Smith only whips it out for evildoers!
    And don’t forget to take the safety off…

  6. If only the world was so good and evil, so I could figure out who is doing what and act accordingly. Who’s to know where to aim? Luckily my bullets are words, my gunpowder righteous rage and indignation, my aim tempered by appreciation of the absurd, and well, joy.

    Wait, wasn’t that a line in a movie? Shoulda been. Something Victor Mature would have said.

  7. Your words ARE bullets, old pard.
    Silver ones.
    Fire away.

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