The Pantaloon : Concern : Brother Wagwit

The Pantaloon
Edited by Brother Wagwit
Earlyish in the 21st Century

Concern

Hi Folks, it’s me again, the worrynot guy. Let’s be clear, in Texas, we don’t sweat the little things. We have oil. And gas. We have so much gas we burn it out at the fields for the whole world to see. And we are the original tried-and-true, farm-to-table state –we grow all our food in our back yard, Mexico. Texas was in Mexico at one point, but we took care of that. Business is good and we have a ton of money. And we spend a ton of money on fancy stuff to make us look good. We like looking good. Churches, football, bars and breastaurants –your heart’s delight, we have it all.

So it’s not so much that I’m worried –we don’t worry in Texas. It’s that I’m concerned. Hear me out.

Remember last year, those guys that said: No, no inflation, and then oops, yes, some inflation, and then again, oops, yes, rampant inflation? Well, it’s the same guys that are now saying: Recession, what recession? Oh snap, maybe a mild recession, nah, nothing to worry about…

In Texas, we don’t worry about recessions. 1- Recessions never happen here, and 2- We don’t worry. Just take a look at the crowds in restaurants and shopping centers. What is a concern is the doggone number of people that are moving to Texas to escape the recession elsewhere. Too many people moving in with dogs, entitled kids, and baby strollers for their cats.

Perhaps we should be more discerning when we parse the numbers from the money guys up in Warshington; to help stem the migratory tide from the more recessive states. Otherwise some errant buckshot out in the acreage might give all these Texas newcomers a conniption, and they may not feel welcome. Which would be a concern because, if there is one thing we all agree on in Texas, it’s that we have manners. We would never, ever want anyone to feel unwelcome. Buckshot notwithstanding.

Pack mule and packing heat, the golden road to Texas beneath my feet.