Okay, I'll confess...

The first time I heard Obama was in a cabin back in the Wes Ginny mountains and I was listenin' to his speech at the '04 Democratic convention on the radio while playin' gin rummy with the P-Vine at the kitchen table...

Well, my fellow Mudders, tyhis is where the story get's real strange... I'd always heard that when peoples was hypnotized they wanted to go out and bark like a dog and here I was lookin' down at a fresh delt hand and I had gin right there in my hand... Now a man waits all his life to be delt a lay-down and I was just puttin' the cards in order and it was beginnin' to sink in that I had been delt a lay-down when that Obama stuff got in my head and I couldn't sit at that table another minute with that uncontrolable urge to get up from that lay-down gin hand, rush out the cabin door and bark like a dog!!!

Sho nuff happened excatly that way... It must have been pone hypnotic speech 'cause it took me a good couple hours of barkin' before I come back to my senses...

By then (sniff) the P-Vine had put the cards away, put her ear plugs in and gone to bed...

Even to this day I can't take but so much of Obama... I gotta get up and get fresh air... Barkin' ain't good fir people... Gives ya' a sore throat, too...

B~