thoughts, thoughts, and lots of thoughts

       Well the funeral was sunday and reality set in quick, it rained, the wind was blowing, and then the temperature with lots of snow fell. Loyalty to the founding father of the Tyler County Terrorist went out the window. They pushed him in the hole and left before the flowers hit the ground, seems the loyalty to keep their butts warm was stronger. They spent the afternoon eating, drinking, and filling their cars with what ever they could get their hands on. A few skipped the free food and drink and went straight to the house, so they could get their booty and leave before the others saw. Loyalty doesn't stand in the cold reality of death so it seems, its better to get your hands on the booty. Well I won't miss him and his constant threats or his morals that "Might makes Right", and he can have his cold reality. In the end he's just worm food and his loyal followers are counting their booty.