For the last two years I’ve tried not to be crass about mentioning my book The Rednak Chronicles, but sometimes ya gotta do what you gotta do. Many of you don’t have a clue what this collection of stories is about. How do I know that? Sales versus readers of High Road. Don’t get me wrong I’d much rather have readers of anything I’ve done than none at all. That’s the pay off and I appreciate it more than you know. Thanx! Rednak Luvs Ya!
So, What Is . . . The Rednak Chronicles??
I’ve always known Alce A. Rednak. He’s one of those spirits who, after a long absence, Fate brings back into your life and there is no plausible reason why, other than good timing.
Alce has done and been many things. However, being the epitome of the “Jack of all trades” - - - he cannot be pigeonholed or categorized in just a few words.
Mr. Rednak, is southern stock, a sense of humor is in their blood. I knew his grandfather.
Alce wrote first for a trio of weekly newspapers. They could be described as fish wrappers except they were grabbed up for the weekly want ads. They were free. Of the 1,000 readers, more or less, maybe as many as a third sought out the Friday releases in their respective communities for the outdoors, local gossip columns and the political satire column of Alce A. Rednak.
These “big” circulation newspapers served a population of approximately 25,000. This didn’t matter to Rednak as he was already a legend - - - - - in his own mind. And the dozen or so phone calls a week helped feed the ego and fuel the creative juices fermenting in anticipation of the next publication.
You see, the reason I know Alce so well, is we’re first cousins. Our great grandfathers were Milo and Harmo. Who were they? Hey, that’s what this Chronicle thing is about. Read on, but first let me finish describing how the Rednak Chronicles came to be.
Alce & I grew up together. We fished, roamed, worked farm labor and hunted together. For a short time we lived next door to each other but our daddy’s wives didn’t get along too well. My momma was a Yankee. She couldn’t help it or out run it.
Alce and I have come to be more like brothers. We’ve shared family stories so much that we know what’s going to be said before it takes on sound.
Alce, had unlimited source material from the duly elected pool of local political genius. He would examine their latest accomplishments or better still, the newest “position” on some current self-serving project, then quote one of our sagacious relatives to shed the light of truth and logic upon transgression. If no sage in the Rednak family tree had a known perspective, Alce would make up a character and put words in his figurative mouth. The idea being, that Alce had plenty of company to verify the suffering of fools by writing about them! Consequently, our family grew even bigger in fiction and I was always used as the sounding board for veracity. Real tales and tall tales blended well in this soup of recollection.
It was my idea that Alce should give some history to our family tree, real and imagined, even if it only had a few genuine branches. So, I pestered him for at least ten years to do this. Like I said I’ve heard most of these stories dozens of times. As a matter of fact, I admit freely, that some of these recounts are mine personally, or actually happened to me. Alce, of course, claims to feel the same intuitive recall. Don’t matter. It’s great to be a real Rednak!
Hope you get as much pleasure out of our world as we got livin’ in it.
If you recognize anyone who resembles our bunch, don’t hesitate to ask if they’re a Rednak. Hell, if they are they’ll know you’re askin’ about kin. And if they’re not they’ll say, “Yes!” ‘cause everybody wants to be a Rednak sometime!
Albe A. Rednak
Second only in firsts to Alce
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The Plot Thickens
Rush said this afternoon that Hilary's secret e:mail server has been wiped clean. And . . . . . . that the FBI might very well bring criminal charges for a number of laws broken by the queen of slippery slopes.
This means that Joe Biden will run and Bernie Sanders will be his VP. I said this not Rush. Rush said that Trump said he could beat Biden or Clinton. Hell, if he can't beat 'em he can buy them.
Blast From The Past - Another Great Thinker
Great American Bill Maher
Politically Incorrect, a late night talk show hosted by comedian and political pundit, Bill Maher, was cancelled in May 2002 by the ABC Network. The broadcast came to an end months after Maher made a controversial comment on the September 17, 2001, episode of the show. While discussing the characterization of 9/11 terrorists as cowards, Maher stated, “We have been the cowards, lobbing cruise missiles from 2,000 miles away. That’s cowardly. Staying in the airplane when it hits the building, say what you want about it, it’s not cowardly”.
Caitlyn/Bruce Jenner's Cat
"Mearf - Mearf"
Wild At Heart
John Eldredge is a gifted crusader for Jesus Christ who has written a number of books that shine a refreshing light on what we have in our hearts and how to find that gift and refine our destiny. I can personally thank John for bringing me out of the darkness and showing me the light of freedom in my quest to know myself and start a real relationship with my Savior. If you want to understand the nature of the living Jesus Christ get Eldridge's book Wild At Heart for a start. And if you don't find yourself in those pages, it is because you weren't looking.
You can click on the title below and go to The Ransomed Heart website.
We Were Once More Than We Are Now
We all—men and women—were created in the image of God. Fearfully and wonderfully made, fashioned as living icons of the bravest, wisest, most stunning Person who ever lived. Those who have ever seen him fell to their knees without even thinking about it, as you find yourself breathless before the Grand Canyon or the Alps or the sea at dawn. That glory was shared with us; we were, in Chesterton's phrase, "statues of God walking about in a Garden," endowed with a strength and beauty all our own. All that we ever wished we could be, we were—and more. We were fully alive.
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. (Gen. 1:27)
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—the moon and the stars you have set in place—what are mortals that you should think of us, mere humans that you should care for us? For you made us only a little lower than God, and you crowned us with glory and honor. (Ps. 8:3-5 NLT)
I daresay we've heard a bit about original sin, but not nearly enough about original glory, which comes before sin and is deeper to our nature. We were crowned with glory and honor. Why does a woman long to be beautiful? Why does a man hope to be found brave? Because we remember, if only faintly, that we were once more than we are now. The reason you doubt there could be a glory to your life is because that glory has been the object of a long and brutal war.
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Out of here. Thanx for comin'