This is serious.

I am getting my horses back, I have my saddles returned, I have a replacement trailer, I have my foodstamps, my state insurance and my Topomax (a medication). I am, it seems, well stocked in worldly goods and should be ready to travel. One main question remains and that is: Have I the courage of my convictions?
How easy it is for me to pontificate in any state whatsoever, be it sober or straight, stoned or serious. I can soap-box myself till I am blue in the face and people will listen. Some will laugh, some will turn and walk away, most will forget by the end of the day what the white man in the big black hat, the cowboy boots and the black leather vest said. But I can't forget, I don't even wish I could. I said it all and I meant what I said. I said it for my Father, William, I said it for my brother Steve I said it for my nephews Paul and Ben. I say it again for myself and I say it for you. It's our turn.

Now I gotta' cowboy up and assist those who so nobly went to stand for us. Though some where lied to and disgraced by unkind leaders they did they job.
They do it still.