Here is a video worth watching…Kid Rock worshiping?  Who’d a thunk it?  Oh, God would’ve, that’s right.  I love Kid.

   My daughter and I LOVE mischevious adventures and last Saturday provided us with a doozy.  During breakfast with my favorite Marine, Danny Markley, he told us of a must-see house on the outskirts of rural Fayette,  a place most affectionately referred to as “Fayette Nam,” by Jason Smith of Colorado.  As Danny described the house I looked at Jazzi as she mouthed the words, “Let’s go…Now!”  I couldn’t have agreed more.  I won’t waste words on describing the redneck domicile; I’m just going to let the photos do the talking.  This takes politics to a new level: Decorate your house with slogans against your most hated president.  Wow!  Check it out!

     You can’t buy this kind of stuff.  When Jazz and I saw the house from a distance, I told her to get the camera out and turn it on.  I could never be, nor would I want to be, a great  paparrazi photographer.  Just one distant glance at this south Georgia mansion and I knew a 12 gauge was probably pointed out the front window, through the plastic at any Bush supporters attempting to vanquish the political voice of this Fayette Cong.  Conspiracy or no conspiracy, we shot two pictures and floored it before buckshot blemished the complexion of our minivan, the official vehicle of the neo-right wing, Huckabee supporters sans any soccer mom bumper stickers.

     Me and Jazz are on the outskirts of my rural town, Wauseon, just 15 shot minutes from Fayette Nam.  We were laughing at what we witnessed and what we imagined to be true about this impassioned Fayette Namese when Jazzi blurted out, “Dad, that house trailer’s front door has flames on it.”  How could this be?  I’ve driven by this place hundreds of times and never noticed it.  “Get the camera back out,” I insisted as I spun around the Fred Thompson loving, vehicle of choice.  So here it is: on our wonderful, memorable journey back from the Fayette Freakshow, the Lord blessed us with yet another redneck caveat just north of Wauseon on SR 108.  Enjoy!

    Before you go, I have one more topper to end this story.  It’s the cherry atop the Sunday, the foam capping the killer latte; it is the appropriate last siting on our redneck excursion extraordinaire’.  On Saturday, when I’m in town, me, Brody & Jazzi always meet my sister and her two expressions of passion (Cassidy& Webb) for brunch.  It’s always a blast and gives Big Mama (Robyn, my wife) an opportunity to clean, which she loves to do (She’s weird, I know).  Imagine the joy; imagine the God-ordained praise that flowed from our being as Jesus Himself provided the best last line of this adventure.  As we pulled into my favorite restaurant (read “Where Louie’s Eating” on this site), John Weber’s Good Food (Yes, he’s my brother), this was the first vehicle parked on the lot. 

    See what I mean?  You can’t make this up.   On what started out as a minor, redneck Saturday jaunt, God turned into a Dixie Loving Masterpiece theater of a day, brunch included.  As I sat eating breakfast marveling at God’s mighty power, I couldn’t resist ordering grits…and so I did.  How can you not Believe?

Rarely do I read something so life-changing.  Willie Young’s “The Shack,” is just that.  One reader making comment says “when you reach the back cover, you are changed.”  He couldn’t be more correct.  I added The Shack’s blog page to my links.  Please buy it and pass it forward.  This is an investment in the lives of people you know and love.  Do it NOW.  Yes, right NOW!    Enjoy and let me know what you think by commenting right here.