The Good Old Boys On Roses Branch
The Army Ranger stopped by,
With his baby and lovely wife.
Good folks recently moved in,
Seeking peace in this mountain life.
They lived on Roses Branch.
And so did some local thugs,
Who would shoot at the Ranger’s house.
They’re really, just some bugs.
Welcome back to America,
Soldier, Ranger, Desert Vet.
Yeah, there are more enemies,
When you get home – you’d better bet.
The pukes that hide,
While you go to war,
Like to bushwhack,
Push you, and push you far.
They don’t have the guts,
To fight the good fight.
They sit around the Vet’s house,
Firing guns into the night.
But the county is top heavy,
With apathy and kinfolk.
We could have killed these turds,
Faster than you could drink a coke.
The couple were young,
With a cute baby boy,
They just wanted to live,
Heal, have a little peace, a little joy.
But some of these locals,
Don’t even have a reason,
To have a fight with a neighbor,
In any and every season.
You think you know America.
You don’t have a clue.
You have cops that are dirty,
Who will never defend you.
Go to Mitchell County,
Where most of the folks are related.
You may find yourself isolated,
And for no reason, harassed, and hated.
“You ain’t from around here.”
Is what some of the damn fools say.
Some of them would fight over a pew,
In the church, where they go to pray.
Some are strong and moral,
From good and sturdy stock.
And some are scum,
Mean, and dumber than a rock.
You dumb jackasses,
On Roses Branch ought to know.
You were almost looking up,
And watching the grass grow.
If you scuzzy cowards,
Would just let us know,
We all on a hunting trip,
Merrily would go.
Kiss the ground, thank God.
Instead of looking up at grass,
I’d take you to the taxidermist,
And stuff your sorry ass.
Yo brother Vet,
Say hello to your son Orion for me. He must be 10 now.
God bless Ranger,
Recognizing that I volunteered as a Ranger, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor, and high esprit de corps of my Ranger Regiment.
Acknowledging the fact that a Ranger is a more elite soldier who arrives at the cutting edge of battle by land, sea, or air, I accept the fact that as a Ranger my country expects me to move farther, faster and fight harder than any other soldier.
Never shall I fail my comrades. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong and morally straight and I will shoulder more than my share of the task whatever it may be. One-hundred-percent and then some.
Gallantly will I show the world that I am a specially selected and well-trained soldier. My courtesy to superior officers, neatness of dress and care of equipment shall set the example for others to follow.
Energetically will I meet the enemies of my country. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender is not a Ranger word. I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy and under no circumstances will I ever embarrass my country.
Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission though I be the lone survivor.
Not A Clue!
A Vietnam Marine,
An Afghan Veteran Army Ranger.
Coupling these two,
Could hardly be stranger.
Both had been,
To a shitty war.
Both had been,
Pushed too far.
Had a newborn baby son.
Was hoping the war was done.
Knew all too well.
Could make a living hell.
These rats caught the Ranger,
In a forgiving mode.
The Ranger and his family,
Gave up their abode.
Could have fought with precision grit.
Could have ended some of the Mitchell County shit.
The clean-up of Roses Branch,
Would have been a lark,
A little more cleaning,
Would have been a walk in the park.
The Ranger's son,
Needed a dad.
The Mitchell County Vermin should be glad.
And this is the America,
Most Americans don't know.
It's off to college,
And work you go.
Create fantasies for your decisions.
Be sure that history,
Cements your visions.
Honesty, hard work, dilligence,
Are the keywords for you,
But "America" does not exist.
And you don't have a clue.
But Mitchell County isn't so different from many ALL-AMERICAN Counties.
Mitchell County is more obvious than many.
There's a Mitchell County near you.
Mitchell County is almost all republican.
There are no blacks living in the county seat of Bakersville.
There are almost no African Americans in the entire county.
In 1923 a black man was reported to have raped a white woman. The woman's family members doubt her story. The report of the rape had different versions.
Regardless - Mitchell County did what many counties and municipalities were doing across America at that time. Mitchell County expelled every black person found in the county. The African Americans were put on a train and shipped away.
Mitchell County residents boast that at one time a person who was a democrat could not buy land in Mitchell County.
Until artists started moving into Mitchell County decades ago, there were no democrats to speak of. This is what it was and largely IS today.
But Mitchell County idiots have long been proud of their ignorance and rebellious stupidity.
Mitchell County was PRO-British during the Revolutionary War.
Mitchell County was PRO-North during the Civil War.
Yet - today - there are many KKK members in the county. The stars and bars fly all around the county. Some will say it's their heritage. Even one of their own relatives would set them straight.
But I failed the KKK "recruitment".
One of the Woody boys came to me with a receipt for "one black slave". He was proud of the receipt. He was proud of the story of how when playing basketball in high-school, a black player was knocked out with a cheap shot while running down-court.
I was harassed. My business was harassed.
Deer carcasses were left in my driveway because I didn't allow hunters to cross my five acres to hunt.
For Emmett Young, deer heads were put in his mailbox - because Emmett had helped to establish the law "prohibiting hunting/firing a weapon from a vehicle".
I had an inn. It was called the Bicycle Inn.
To some of the local inbreeds the Bicycle Inn was called the Bi-sexual Inn.
It was customary, when I sat down at the counter at Sallie's Mountain View Restaurant, someone would get up and move out of my immediate vicinity.
I had to tell one of the Woody boys that I would put a stop to the harassment. I told this to the man while he was leaning against me, a foot taller.
I made it plain- if I was rendered unconscious by a cheap shot or in any manner - I should be killed. Because I, Michael Davis, would not put up with it.
My brother-in-law was the best friend of the towering bully.
My father-in-law had spent time in the brig during or after WWII - for murder.
The sheriff's department worked for whatever sheriff was to be re-elected. That's how many deputies are - across the country. Many will work hard for their jobs. They just will not work for a new-comer, a visitor, an outsider.
Of course the Vernon Bishop sheriff's office denied a walk-thru of the Mitchell County jail which could have saved 8 lives who died in the Mitchell County Jail Fire, started suspiciously. His term was cut short for other improprieties.
The next sheriff, Fox, could not, would not investigate anything pertaining to vandalism of my property.
I actually found tracks, followed tracks. made cement castings of tire tracks. I measured the wheel base of vehicles.
There were a few idiots in on the fun. But it was mostly one or two.
One of the Woody boys (40 plus year-old man) dropped deer carcasses off in my yard.
I eventually went to the father of these Woody boys. I told the father that this harassment would not continue. I would stop it.
I was the honest man of Mitchell County and I knew NO OTHER HONEST MAN in Mitchell County.
I gave the father THE WARNING.
It was THE WARNING!
This was a heads up that one of his son's was going to fricking die if the harrassment was to continue.
I handed the father a hand-written note!
I was the honest man in Mitchell County. The cowards would "play their jokes". They would see my vehicle gone. They would tear up, vandalize my property.
I gave a warning, a heads-up.
Does anybody think for one minute that I would be given a "warning"?
Sheriff Fox would sit on his sorry ass.
I was a NON-citizen.
A Marine combat soldier must be harassed?
Just let me KNOW what I am to fight for!
There are more scuzzy pukes right here in America that need wiping out! We don't need to have war with another country. America needs a cleansing!
But - even today - my daughter doesn't know all that I did.
She doesn't know all that was done to me.
Nobody has known.
America doesn't know and never will.
America is one big collective fool.
The police - too often - don't work.
The courts DO N.OT WORK!
But my wife - she couldn't be truthful about her father?
She couldn't be truthful about her brother?
She could not be truthful about the people of Mitchell County?
And - my wife - would hit me in the face - not once - but twice!
My wife hit me in the face twice!
When is it proper for a man to hit a woman?
Say it LOUD.
Say it - NEVER!
A man is to NEVER hit a woman.
When a spouse strikes a spouse - THAT MARRIAGE IS OVER! Do you take this man, this woman to ... for the rest of eternity - hell no!
So- why is it okay for a wife to hit a husband?
Not a slap - with the back of the hand - but with a balled up fist - twice.
Two different occasions I was hit in the face to PROVOKE ANGER/ACTION!!!
To result in my IMPRISONMENT and LOSS of PROPERTY.
But I was NOT PROVOKED.
STILL - MY PROPERTY WAS STOLEN!
MY DAUGHTER WAS STOLEN!
MY MIND WAS- further -STOLEN!.
And- what difference does it make if a stinking republican is in office?
What difference does it make if a democrat is in office?
There's so much information now.
So tell me America - why do you insist on being ignorant?
America - you are so stupid.
And you boys on Rose Branch are lucky stupid fools.
Kiss the ground!
Kiss the ground.
You were almost under it.
And some fools wonder why I might have a beef.
This story doesn't have an end to it. This story could be a tome. This story could be a mini-series lasting all year on America's boob-tube.
America - land of educated idiots.
~Micky Fricking Dee~
I ain't running for sheriff, mayor, or shyt!
Yep. I have an attitude. I'm going to keep it too.
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