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03
May
25

Cooler Guy

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Storming outside right now. I love a good Thunderstorm. I miss the warm nights in Iowa when it would lightening for hours before the actual storm showed up. The calm before the storm is the phrase that is clearly fitting. We would be sitting in a garage somewhere drinking ice cold Busch Lights in koozies watching the sky light up over and over. Every once in a while we’d yell “Damn that was a good one” and then take a big chug while motioning to Verno to get off the cooler and throw me another. No matter how many chairs we had, Vern was always sitting on the cooler.

Those organic random moments just happen in life and it is hard to appreciate them while they are actually occurring. In fact it is pretty much impossible for a lot of people to appreciate them at all. They are infatuated with being let down, unhappy, and victimized. Some people might laugh at a few buddies sitting around drinking beer in a garage for hours waiting on a storm to roll thru, but they are idiots. Just so you know. This blog is for you geniuses sitting in the garage with a beer in your hand. I salute you! The little things in life are what make it so much fun and learning to appreciate them is the key to having a good time while you’re here.

Flicking cigarette butts passed Bucky’s head (You know who you are) in a tool shed, watching Blayne suck a snack pack bone dry without a spoon, or just meeting up on a gravel road somewhere randomly on a hot summer night are magical memories. I didn’t know it at the time, but looking back I’m so thankful for those moments. I couldn’t tell you what we talked about, who was all there, and I probably was sworn to secrecy anyway. The point is I didn’t complain about it not being enough. I’ve never been one to bitch about what I had right now.

Of course I would like more. I would love to ride in a private jet. I’d love to drive a Lamborghini one day or have a friend pick me up in Rolls Royce for lunch, but those things aren’t important. The important things are simply enjoying the day. Today. Enjoy today. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Would you want to be sitting at the gates of Heaven (or Hell if you’re a jerk) thinking about how you wasted so many days feeling sorry for yourself just because you didn’t have the car you wanted?? You can want better things and should want them because it will fuel the fire in you to make yourself better, smarter, and able to achieve those goals.

The key is to not let it consume you. Being happy with what you have and who you are today is okay. Enjoy the lightening before the storm, the calm moments, and the random good that comes upon you. Want more, but remember to appreciate what you have right now.

FknBucky

08
Sep
24

Thank you

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I have a dozen blogs in my head right now, but this one is way overdue. I grew up in rural Iowa, driving around on gravel roads, drinking beer on random bridges, and raising hell anyway I could without fear of punishments. I somehow understood the razor edge and spent a lot of time on it loving the adrenaline that came with being a bad boy without actually being a bad human. I always worked, never stole anything from anyone, and simply liked drinking Busch lights a long time before I was 21. This habit drew me a lot of attention from Johnny Law and let me tell you (Trump voice), I got a lot of attention from this guy, like way more than anyone else….

I hated cops. They took my beer away. I paid for that I would say. Jerks. I’d yell “We are just trying to have some fun, we aren’t hurting anyone, go solve a crime you not nice guys.” Ha. I’m sure you can think of the words that I actually would use. I won’t give the actual number possessions under the legal age I had while living in Iowa, but I will say it was more than 5 and less than 2,003. I’m over 21 now, just barely.., so I don’t have to worry about the police taking my beer away anymore.

Today is a thank you. A long overdue thank you. I’m thanking my former enemy. The Tama County (Iowa) Sheriffs department. For those of you that may not know a friend of mine, Ryan Cooper, was murdered in Traer, Iowa on June 18th, 2021. It was vicious, it was evil, it was the most cold blooded act I’ve ever seen in life, and it took over 2 years for an arrest to be made. His wife and her lover are now in a cage awaiting trial and will be found guilty of this horrid, pathetic, and cowardly act. Why would you thank them if it took over two years Bucky?? I’m going to tell you right now.

I was at the funeral. It was incredibly hard. I saw friends I haven’t seen in 20 years, we gave the awkward smile of hello, good to see you, but no joyous moment because the reason we were together still hadn’t set it yet. I saw Dennis Kucera the Sheriff of Tama County. He didn’t smile at all. He was in uniform. He was working. This is a small town. We all know each other and have history. His son and the Ryan were very close friends and I can’t imagine the strength it took to stand there on that day. I can’t imagine the drive to work everyday passing friends and neighbors who keep asking the same question “Why can’t you make an arrest??” I can’t imagine passing the house it happened in and then passing the house the murderer was now living in with her children on the way to work every single day.

Dennis had to keep it professional. He couldn’t explain all the work going on, all the red tape, all the waiting for transcripts and text messages, and how they had to wait to make sure the case was air tight to hopefully keep the guilty in prison forever. Many of us wondered who did it and came to the same conclusion over and over. There simply wasn’t anyone else it could be, but yet it took SO LONG to get an arrest. It was frustrating for us, but I can’t imagine being the man responsible for catching the killer of the man who was in his son’s wedding.

I don’t mention people by name in my blog often, but today is special. I want to thank Dennis Kucera and the Tama County Sheriff department for not giving up, for keeping it professional, and for arresting the monsters that stole our brother. #BuschLightBrotherhood

The trial will come, they will be found guilty, and then spend the rest of their lives in prison. No joy from any of it. A senseless crime that stole a loving father from his children and will take their mother away as well. They are the ultimate victims and my heart breaks for them. I ask that everyone remembers Ryan how he was in life and not the evil way he was taken from us. His smile, his eagerness to help a friend, and the sound of him cracking open that cold Busch Light after working all day is how I choose to remember my friend.

Thank you Tama County.

FknBucky

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17
Jan
24

The Power of Heated Steering Wheel

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What is going on here?? I started this blog before the Iowa Caucus so that is why I’m talking about Vivek. Just because he dropped out doesn’t mean I don’t like him anymore. I’m grateful I took the time to listen to him. As genuine a person you will find. 

I try hard to stay out of politics, but I could not resist talking about Vivek. The man intrigues me and truth be told, I like him. My liking him has nothing to do with him getting elected or what your opinion should be of him. I promise not to harp on this particular subject to often, but I want to take you on a written word drive right now. Buckle up!! You just might learn to use that head of yours for more than a Busch Light entry hole.

It is cold. Thanks for pointing out some obvious crap Bucky, you might say. I had an appointment with my go to Asian masseuse this morning so I had to head out around 8 am. I bought a minivan a few years ago so I could drive the wheelchairs and equipment I sell around. I thought about getting a “cooler” car, but truth is I can not pick up girls in a minivan just as good as I can not pick them up in a Porsche Cayenne. I really want one, someday I’ll be able to afford a poster of one to put above my bed or something. My minivan is cool though it has tinted windows, spilled chips, and my personal favorite smells like whatever Annie rolled in yesterday. 

The minivan has a heated steering wheel. I’d never heard of such a thing to be honest and didn’t even realize it was there when I bought the van. One day it was cold and I used the auto start. When I got into the van and started driving I thought “Ooooo, that’s nice…”. There is a point, just hang on. Last I’ve thought about it. It is normal now. I was looking at new vans last night just because and found one I liked with low miles. Looking at the options on it, I noticed there was no heated steering wheel, and that meant it was a no go. That option is simply too good to give up in my tiny human brain.

Now. Let’s look at something else. Power. It is better than drugs. Making people do things because you have power over them. A boss. A parent. A tough guy. A politician. Hmmm interesting now eh.. A boss can be fired. A parent can only rule 18 years. A tough guy, well there is always someone tougher. A politician only needs to manipulate your tiny brain every few years. You see the power they acquire is like my heated steering wheel. They can’t give it up. Seemingly good people corrupt themselves in the name of “helping you”, helping me, helping the guy that can’t help himself. They remind themselves how important and smart they are. You would be lost without them so that justifies hanging onto that power no matter what it takes.

They say “This is good for you, trust me!” Nope. My BS meter goes off anytime someone says this is good for you. How do you know what is good for me? You aren’t me. You’re not my spouse, best friend, or at the very least someone that knows what color Tommy John I got on today. These boxer briefs are like heaven. Worth every penny even though I shoplift mine. As long as you’re under $1,000 they don’t prosecute. Hey don’t blame me. You keep voting these idiots into power. I had to Bucky, the TV told me the other guy was racist and killed gays on the weekend. Just knowing your level of stupid exists makes me feel better about myself.

Every year the power these folks have becomes more and more addicting. For Big Bangs sake why do we have senators that are 90 some years old?? WHY??? 50 years in public service. I have another beef there. Public service my butt. Why you worth 200 million when you started out broke?? Job only pays $150,000 a year. I don’t blame the politicians. I blame you. I blame me. My parents. Your parents. Our neighbors. We allow it to happen over and over and over….. As long as they have a D or an R by their name they are on my side. Here is the truth. You don’t have a side. 

So money and power. Hmmm thank baby Jesus (Just watched Talladaga nights) that money and power have never corrupted good people in the history of mankind. Clearly the 700 folks that have it would never do anything questionable to keep it. They lie to your face. They manipulate facts to push their agenda. They suppress video evidence. They lose emails. They hide behind this and that. They kill Jeff. There is nothing they won’t do to keep the power, the money, and the opportunity for MORE. 

I just wanted a heated steering wheel. My brain went all crazy blaming my steering wheel wishes on corrupt politicians. Now I will get a cold wheel and get rid of power steering to try and save my soul.

Stop following, trusting, and believing in people because “they” tell you to. 

READ the language of actions.

LISTEN to what they don’t say.

WATCH who benefits from what they do.

FknBucky

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19
Dec
22

Never Forgotten

By Bucktown 2 Comments
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Good Morning friends. I have had something on my mind for months and have thought about what to say over and over again. It is impossible. There are no right words to write. They haven’t been invented yet and never will be. Tragedy, sad, unfair, and all the others you want to throw around are crap. Juvenile worthless letters together that mean nothing. Words are the first level and sometimes useful. Action is the only language I truly respect. You can tell me how smart and great you are, but I have 44 years of reading the way people talk without words and I’m pretty darn good at it.

Lets get to it. My friend Ryan Cooper. I think about him every single day. I wish I could take his place. He was far too kind and good to have someone steal the most precious thing in the world from him. His life. His dreams. His children. His legacy. Taken like a common thief steals a flipping candy bar. I have to be careful because of the anger it brings out of me. A year and a half later the anger combines with sadness that no one has been brought to justice for this outrageous act. They might not ever pay for this in this lifetime, but I believe we have to answer for our actions in another world someday. There is no explaining this. It is pure evil and I take comfort knowing someone sees the devil every time they close their eyes. He will come for you. I promise.

Some debts never go away. They just keep growing taking more and more from the person responsible for paying it. You don’t escape punishment for a crime like this. Prison is probably too easy. I hope you suffer every moment of every day in your miserable crap life that will forever be tarnished by this heinous act you committed on someone so kind and special. You murdered an angel you POS. That will never be forgotten or forgiven. You will experience Hell on Earth and when you finally die, you will learn what the real Hell is like. I might join you just so I can witness the horror you experience for eternity.

I started writing this at 4 AM because I can’t sleep. I think about this a lot. I have written over ten blogs on this horrible topic, but never finish them. The words simply fail my feelings and I stop. Not this time. He deserves better from me. He deserves better from all of you. He deserves better from law enforcement. I mean every word of this blog. I know there are a lot of upset people that miss him dearly. My heart breaks for his children that were robbed of a father, a mentor, a friend, and I want to remind the world that the Busch Light Brotherhood has not forgotten. I used that term to describe the bond the people from small town Iowa create growing up together. It is special and the only way to join is to earn it.

Our lives are entangled for life. Our Grandparents knew each other. Our Parents grew up creating this bond between them. Now it is 2022 and we carry this torch while teaching our children to respect each other. They watch us to learn how to create their bonds that will stay with them for life. It has a very long term effect when children lose a parent, mentor, and protector. I can not even to begin to understand the pain caused by this weak pathetic POS. I made a choice I would not swear in my blogs moving forward, but if there was ever a time for some choice words, this would be it.

Please make sure everyone you know remembers his name.

I know many of you that read my words also knew and loved Ryan. I know you will not forget. He deserves better than my mediocre words. I wish I could do more. This Holiday Season should not be a sad one though. Ryan was one of the kindest humans I have ever known. I believe he would want all of us to smile, drink a few Busch Lights, and remember him as he was. I remind myself to not let my memories of him center around the tragic and evil way he was stolen from us.

Hug your loved ones just a little bit longer. Take time to smile and enjoy the company this time of year.

Love Who You Are Today, Tomorrow is Not Guaranteed.

FknBucky

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11
Dec
22

Checking Boxes

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Good morning friends. Crazy week in the world. I wrote a blog about the prisoner exchange, but don’t feel like posting it. I have an opinion about it, but so does everyone else. I will simply say a couple of things and feel free to disagree. Sharing ideas and opinions is how the world gets better if you can be patient enough to listen to people and not shout them down. Your value as an American citizen should never be measured in how many boxes you check. I find that to be disgusting and it is simply one side deciding what is most beneficial to get votes. One more thing. The gun control crowd lost. You can’t tell law abiding citizens they can’t have a gun, but let a man called “The Merchant of Death” out of prison. It is estimated he is responsible for putting weapons in the hands of really bad people who used those weapons to kill hundreds of thousands of people. No no no Bucky, you got it wrong. We traded him for a gay, black, woman that we can use to solicit votes in 2024.

Okay. I’m done with that, but it does help me bring up a much brighter topic. How Bucky?? I’m getting to that. You should know by now I don’t reveal the reason for the blog until the 3rd paragraph. I framed my nieces art work the other day and it is my new favorite art on my wall. People spend $300,000 for a hand carved Italian marble alligator penis for their wall. For the record you are still a D-Bag, but now you are a D-Bag with a 300k alligator penis on your greeting room wall. Sometimes I hate other humans. Actually, most times I hate other humans, but not you. You’re cool because you read FknBucky. You’re cooler if you share the message.

I woke up and had the urge to hear a song I love. It is called “Things I’ve Seen” by the Spooks. The first time I heard it, I thought this is the soundtrack to my life. .I started to post it on FB, but thought I should expand a bit and make it a blog. Now we are here. I took a screenshot of the post I almost posted. I want to express that you should stop waiting to check off things from your bucket list. You should actively be thinking of different adventures you want to have in the next 3 months, 6 months, or in a year. Write those things down and put it where you see it everyday. Write it on your bathroom mirror. Write it on a post it note and put that up on your turned off TV so when you reach for the remote you will see your list, and work on that instead of watching the season finale of Keeping up with Kim’s big butt for the third time.

If you don’t have goals then you have nothing to reach for. That is sad. No goals means you don’t read books, take classes, work out, and pretty much just exist. What is it you do everyday that will make your life different in 6 months, a year, or in a decade from now. Take a look around you, go look in the mirror, and check your bank account. If you are 100% happy with what you see stop reading this blog and pat yourself on the back. You’re done, but if you want a more fulfilling life read on. Learn how to set goals and then start reaching them. Make small ones at first so you can begin to feel the pride of reaching a goal. Skip eating ice cream for a week. JUST KIDDDING. Never skip ice cream. That is a stupid idea. I eff’ing love ice cream.

Set things that are attainable and will help you become a better human. Tell yourself no road rage for this work week. Just let the car merge, don’t chase the guy who cut you off, and forgive the guy doing 60 in the left lane. It isn’t his fault, he is driving his alligator penis home and after spending 300K on something so stupid, it is a given that he drives slow in the passing lane. FYI – It is not a fast lane. It is a passing lane. If you ain’t passing, get out the left lane. Okay I got sidetracked again.

Learn to meditate. Learn to listen to yourself and ask what experiences do you want to have before you die?? Put everything down. Make goals for the day, week, month, year, and beyond. Appreciate the feeling of accomplishment you get when you start checking off boxes on your list. Told you I could tie it all in. If you want a better more fulfilling life you simply have to make yourself better. Read books on things important to you. Thousands of successful humans have written books about how they did it, and you’ve never read even one of them. You want a Kim K lifestyle, but put in ZERO effort to achieve it. No person is going to show up with a bag of money for you because you sat around a fire pit drinking Busch Light for the last 5 years. If they did, Traer, Iowa would be the richest town in America.

Here is the formula for success: Set goals, hate Russia, always read FknBucky, and share Bucky’s blog with everyone you know. I have FknBucky stickers now, and yesterday I got my first car. Proud moment to see my blog on someone’s car.

Remember to Love Who You Are Today, Tomorrow is Not Guaranteed.

FknBucky

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26
Nov
22

Can you be trusted??

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Saturday. I was up at 3:30 again last night. Not sure what that is all about, but I didn’t write. I watched “Kings of Pain” on one of my apps where they get stung by a centipede from Asian forest. That might be the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.

I can “man up” when needed to kill a spider, creepy, gross, and crawly thing, but deep down I hate them. Many a time in my life I’ve had to grab a spider with my bare hand and without a doubt every single time I was secretly wishing someone else would do it. In Cali when Alex lived with me, she screamed “spider”, and pointed at her bed when I rolled in there. Sure enough a big black jerk face spider was hauling butt across her blanket. There was no time to ponder what to do. If I lost sight of it there was a good chance I’d never find it and no one wants to sleep in spider bed. I just reached out, grabbed it, and killed it instantly by smushing it in my hand. I was a hero. I went into my room, did the “Willies” shake, and thought about how much that sucked.

Go back and read “EAT YOUR BEANS” part 1 and 2. Then make your sons read it. Everyday.

I had a message I wanted to get into on this blog, but not sure I want to just yet. Life has been difficult as usual lately. The ever easy days that I had in my twenties aren’t around anymore. Waking up next to a beautiful woman on a Saturday morning, who I would offer a ride home if she remembered my name, but didn’t reveal the fact that I didn’t own a car. The ride home was the Summit Stage. Man I was awesome. Dimples are amazing. I would just smile as I explained how to walk to the bus stop and Friday night hook-up would laugh at my cuteness…. I’d have a quick puff puff, head to the hill, and snowboard all day with my friends that would most definitely be there. We didn’t have cell phones, didn’t bother making plans, and just knew where my crew would be at. Great days.

I just thought about being 19 in Iowa. I had a great friend (still a great friend) that I hung out with every day. Back in those days we always had a cooler in the trunk filled with ice cold Busch Light. I don’t recommend drinking and driving so be sure to chug as much as you can while stopped at a stoplight or stop sign. Safety first. Can you imagine the agony of hitting a pothole and spilling your beverage. Take no chances my friends. Obviously I’m kidding. There are no stoplights on gravel roads. Shoot, got distracted there, okay now back on message. This friend and I would pick one another up daily. I would grab a drink from the cooler, always grabbed an extra one for my brother, put it in a coozie, and then set it under the passenger seat. When he got in the car without question he would reach under the seat and grab his can of thirst quenching super nectar. It was always there. When is the last time you had 1,000% faith a fellow human would have your back???

I haven’t thought about that in a long time. Pretty cool though. Okay, now it is time for me to explain how my story will give you something positive to think about today. Life is not about accumulating possessions. Many people don’t understand that. They just want “more” all the time. More money, more cars, more houses, more more more. Then they can show it off to you in an attempt to prove to you how important and great they are. I saw a interview with the artist PitBull talking about his 17 super cars. I’m not impressed. Just because you are financially successful in life does not automatically mean you are a successful human. You might have to read that sentence a couple times.

A successful life in my opinion is measured by relationships. Not Friday night hook-ups, but the true relationships you cultivate throughout your time on Earth. How many people completely trust you to follow thru every single time?? You can’t buy trust. You can’t borrow it. You can’t beg for it. You have to earn it EVERY single day. It isn’t a “when I’m in the mood” thing or “I’ll do it next week” kind of thing. Can you be trusted to kill the spider?? Can you be trusted to remember your friend when grabbing yourself a cold drink from the trunk?? Those are little silly things Bucky.

You are 100% correct. They are little seemingly trivial things, but how can I trust you with big things when you haven’t put the time in gaining my trust doing the little things. Yeah that is big deal. Spend your time on Planet Earth (a very short time in the big picture) acquiring trust not stuff. A new car is not as important as a friend KNOWING without fail you will show up in that new car to give them a ride to the airport at 4:30 AM.

This blog is so far away from what I planned to write. Not a problem as I simply type what my brain is saying. Be a person of value and not just a person that has valuable stuff.

Love Who You Are Today, Tomorrow is not Guaranteed.

FknBucky

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