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December 18, 2006

SAD NEWS FROM BLANKET, TEXAS

It's the end of an era.

(Thanks to Lawnmower Racer Vinny)

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First to say cockfighter!!!

What's next they close Joe's House of Chicken Sushi?

So much to comment on.

He "kept cocking alive"? Um, okay.

"The world doesn't understand the lives of chicken people"? Oh, I think we actually do.

Has anyone notcied that the blog bot will let us say "cock" but not "d!ick"? Or is it just me?

dick

must just be you

ahhh... perspective.

"I've been hooked on cockfighting since I was a little boy," Ratliff said, recalling how he watched at age 5 as new hatchlings pecked each other bloody. "There is no one to take my place."

Wow, that's special. And I don't think he's a BIT disturbed.

Hopefully, as he said himself, he kept the "sport" alive, and now it will slowly die out.

The Feathered Warrior WBATruly Lousy NFARB.

Oh, and "dick."

I remember where I was was when I heard this news.
Oh wait, that was the other story. Why was that not the tag on this story? "The Last Cockfighter". Sounds like the title to one of John Wayne's last westerns...

jamester,
That was "Rooster Cockburn" err..."Cogburn"

I think it would make a cool ending if the roosters all rose up and slashed him to death. Like you would expect to see in an episode of that "Masters of Horror" series on Showtime.

I know that sounds unusally cruel, but Jesus, people like that give me the creeps. And I'm not a cow hugger or anything. I just think calling sick activities like that a sport is asinine.

"The ladies have a tender, easy touch" with the chickens, he said. "

Naahhh, on second thought, I'm not going there...

So sad to see the old cock go.

Jmstr/Blrk: Yer both wrong, it was "The Man Who Shot Liberty Cockfighter." Or was it "The Quiet Cockfighter"? I forget now.

No, no, no...

It was "McClintcock"

Must remember not to read Blurk's comments while drinking...

Blrk: Hey-O!

Siouxie, that must've been hard for you to say.

there I said it!

cock too

hehe...pffffffff to the bot!

um...actually it sorta slipped out, blurk.

*hates when that happens*

careful there...ya gotta stay on top of things.

No, no, no!

Rio Pollo!

"The Flying Leathercocks"?

Which WBAGNFA really freaky rock band

la la la...

or some really freaky S & M group

There's not going to be any more education," Ratliff said. "I believe my school kept cocking alive."

I thought he taught something else, lol.

I tried cock fighting once. Never again. I was sore for almost a week.

Went soft, did ya?

"You don't make'em fight," Ratliff said. "All you do is show 'em to each other and they get the fight on."

Is this what happens at the urinals? a bit of stiff competition?

Off Topic Alert!!!!

I got the below email today. I just wanted to let you all know I will not forget about you when I am rich.

FROM PRINCESS NAOMI KUNAR
ADDRESS/ AVE 11 RUE 45
ABIDJAN COTE D IVOIRE
Dear Respectful One

I beg your excuse for the inconveniences that this mail may cause to you in
that we have never had any initial contact my sincere apology.Permit me to
inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you. I know
this mail may come to you as a surprise, since we have not known each other,
I am happy to request for your assistance and also to go into business
partnership with you, I believe that you will not betrayed my trust which I
am going to lay on you.

I am PRINCESS NAOMI KUNAR, 18years old and the only daughter of his royal
highnes king kunar ll late,My mother died whenI was just 7 years old .My
father was a king of the republic of serre leon and politicain who sponsors
politicains during his days. It is sad to say that he passed away
mysteriously 12th.Febuary 2003.Though his sudden death was linked or rather
suspected to have been poison plotted by an uncle of his who travelled with
him at that time. But God knows the truth!, and since then my father took me
so special. Before his death on February 12 2003 he called the secretary who
accompanied him to the hospital and told him that he has the sum of Four
Million two hundred thousand United State Dollars. (USD$4 200 000) left in a
security company in cote/divoire , it was deposited as family treasure
personal for security reasons. I am just 18 years old and a university
undergraduate and really don't know what to do.The reason why i request your
assistance and help is because am leaving in fear since my late father best
friend who brought me to cote/divoire was shot dead by assasines in the same
2003 three weeks later after the dead of my late father who where tracing me
also to make sure the whole family is wept out so since then i have been
hiding for fear because i know they are still after me so i have to leave
here since they know am here and can be trace and shot also.

This is because I have suffered a lot of set backs as a result of incessant
political crisis here in Ivory coast. The death of my father actually
brought sorrow to my life and my late fathers best friend who brought me
here. please, I am in a sincere desire of your humble assistance in this
regards. Your suggestions and ideas will be highly regarded. please Now
permit me to ask these few questions:-

1. Can I completely trust you on these?
2. What percentage of the total amount in question will be good for you.
3.when these two metal boxes of money get to you i will want you to make
arrgement for me to come to your country and continue my education since the
is political problem here in cote/divoire and am no more self?

Please I will like you consider this and get back to me as soon as
possible,with your phone number for oral discusing and more details,send
mail through my private mail address (Deleted by Addicted to 24)

Thank you so much.

My sincere regards,

PRINCESS NAOMI KUNAR

For some reason I am pictuing Yoda teaching the chickens to stand on one leg while chanting "wax on, wax off".

"Ratliff dismisses the Humane Society as 'just a bunch of idiots' who don't understand cockfighting culture."

"Married three times and twice divorced, his first wife wanted him to give her more attention than he gave the birds.
'I couldn't do that,' he said. 'I had my chickens before I had her.'"
Those are both weird quotes.

James T - not in Texas, they're not.

Addicted-

Congrats! I still haven't gotten any of the Nigerian scam letters. Sigh, I'm not that special.

Keep hope alive Almne, Keep hope alive.

and then there's that whole gamecock thing...

Almne:

You really haven't received any Nigerian letters? I get roughly 20 a week. Of course, I investigate fraud so I visit some fairly weird places on the net.

*pecks Mike Ratliff*

see dick run

Try penicillin ...

I hope they make Spotted Dick out of him and feed him to the chickens.

*multi snorks*

Sio, I resemble that remark!

*snork..ewww* @ OtheU!!

I know CJ!!

*sniff, sniff*
Real, honest-to-goodness sad news.

Maybe, up in heaven, the Ranger lets you have the pick-a-nick basket.

Chris, I was JUST reading that and about to mention it.

may he R.I.P. in cartoon heaven...

firstly, cockfighting is fun to watch.
So is dogfighting.
But a dog can be cool, so it's a bit inhumane.
However, there are dogs that would be totally useless, except to fight. For example, pit-bulls.
Bred to fight.
Chickens, however do nothing but fight when they're alive. Well, fight and eat. That's why farmers only have 1 or MAYBE 2 roosters. Chicken's fight.
Chickens don't fetch, lick you on the face, hang out with you, mebbe even make love to your girl. Dogs do, and that makes them cool. Dogfighting is not so cool, fun to watch, but not very cool.
Cockfighting is a great idea, cause now you don't have to kill the chickens to eat them, they do it for you. Nothing wrong with that.

Also, if i remember correctly, this is NOT a family site. You can cuss all you want. But, if you do, expect to be harassed for not being more creative.
Thank you, and blank you.
8>
Nuff said.

dock..dick..dock...dick...dock

Jazzzzie?? you dticking???

Hey, now - I had a pet rooster who was very sweet and would come when I called him. We had 4 pet roosters, and they didn't fight. None of the chickens we had fought. My brothers fought, and sometimes that was cool to watch. But I wasn't allowed to put cool weapons on them, like this Dick did to his cocks.

a moment of silence, please, for ....24....

No, no, no!

It was 'The Man Who Pecked Liberty Valance.'

Siouxie, you noticed

The man that peckeRed Liberty Valance?

The man that peckeRed Liberty Valance?

Easy, cj - don't git yer tailfeathers in a chipper.

the bot has peckered me!!

*observing the moment of silence*

*tick* *tock* *tick* *tock*

Annie, we had a black cock running around the neighborhood not too long ago...i'm sure he wasn't fighting ...just running for cover from us Florida drivers.

and yes, Jazzzzie...I noticed ;-)

'I keeps my feathers numbered for just such an occasion.'

[love that movie]

Noticed whut?

If Dicky Ratliff picked a flock of feathered peckers,
How many feathered peckers would Dicky Ratliff pick?

You know what Nigeria needs? Cockfighting, that's what.

a fighting flock of feathered peckers?

which would, btw, bagnfa CRock band.

CJ? what movie?

'Walk The Line,' when John L and Jack Cash are walking with their fishing poles.

Cockfighting school closes ...

Because cocks are meant for lovin' not fightin'

um...yeah...and on that note...I'll be signing off.

Nite all..

btw,CJ...doesn't ring a bell...sorry ;-)

Sio, know your gone now, but I was doing something else. John L. Cash. Johnny Cash, the movie Reese Witherspoon one the Oscar for last year and Joaquim Phoenix should have. You and EC and I talked about it at Hooters, though I suspect you were distracted by the waitress *snork*.

I am trying to whistle past the graveyard and ignore the fact that there is a critical decision being made by others, on a wildlife project of mine. There is nothing more that I can think of to do. I have to fall back on training and trust and rely upon other people to do the right thing.

As Annie is wont to point out, correctly, I suppose I am manic. I zero-in on these problems to the exclusion of other things. There's no way I can sit back for another day waiting for a decision that is out of my hands, except to be self-indulgent and tell you about:

My Scary Christmas, Living With a Black Family, in the Ghetto

Years ago, a friend asked me to join him on an adventure. We were going to change the world. We were going to move into a dangerous neighborhood, live there, run our business from there, shop there, clean up everything we could get our hands on, and push each other. Things started out well enough, but a relationship issue arose that required me to move out of my half on short notice.

So I took a rental from a mutual friend, up the street. Yes, I said friend, even though he turned out to be a basket case. In the rental, I started ‘wooding-out,’ carefully sanding the old heart pine floors and getting settled. Until the ‘Jones’ family moved in. Imagine how your life might change, if you came ‘home’ to your rental house, and another family was moving in and asking who the heck you were.

It didn’t start out very well. Eventually, after I had helped Mom and Dad with the big stuff [couches, tables, washer and dryer] and the kids had beds to sleep on, Mom and Dad and I sat on their couches, piled up in one room [floors carefully sanded and filled, ready for varnish elsewhere, on the first floor!] and showed each other our leases. For the same premises, during the same time period. Tired people went to bed.

Thus began one of the weirdest periods of my life. We shared the house while we tried to straighten things out, legally. I relegated myself to my bedroom, a back porch, and the kitchen. That worked. Neither parent should ever be or have been allowed near a kitchen.

The kids would climb on my back [‘No feet or fingerprints!’] for floor sanding and varnishing and they would hang out on the countertops in the kitchen. I actually liked having them hang out in the kitchen, or in my office on the back porch [no parents allowed!]. They brought me their homework; their parents, smart business people, were useless on algebra and chemistry.

In return for bringing me their homework, I rewarded the kids with lunches and dinners [getting them out of bed and making breakfast being impossible], that didn’t come from a drive through. Honestly, for me, my fondest Christmas memory was during that roughly six-month period when we all shared a house, like some silly impossible sit-com, before I found a place across the street. Mind you, my lease was older and more valid, but I moved into an apartment building across the street full of crazy Ukranians, to cut my new friends some slack.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Sounds ... very interestin', CJ' ... and I mean that in the best possible way ...

Hey! Who's observing the Swazi???

Oh good sheep! I just wanted to share a laugh with the headline and I realize there are many things snorkable!!

Still a hearty laugh for the headline!

There's gotta be a Bruce Valance joke here somewhere! (I have my own...feel free)

Love the story CJ!

CJ, now I remember that line/movie! sorry...at night, my brain cells are pretty much gone to bed and the wine is kicking in.

What a great story too! Very moving and Christmasy...I'm sure that was a fond memory for them as well.

oh and Morning!!

*turns on coffee maker*

morning guys. cj i love your story. anything that makes a good story possible is a plus. that's how i get through my dating life. my ears perked up when you said algebra.......wanna tutor a kid?

*fondly remembering the days when I was a "beginner cocker"*

Well, I feel sorry for those poor Texans. Modern society has clearly overtaken their favorite leisure occupations involving chickens. First it was "Crazy Marvin" and his obsession with the World Fameous Chicken Ranch, and now it's the the death nell for cock fighting. Wht are they going to do?

YOU KNOW, NONE OF THESE ANIMALS ARE FORCED TO FIGHT!! IT IS A NATURAL INSTINCT!!! LETS SAY I HAD A ROOSTER AND HE GOT LOOSE IF HE SAW ANOTHER ROOSTER AROUND HE WOULD MOST DEFINITELY FIGHT THE OTHER ROOSTER WITH NO HESITATION!!!! I HAVE KNOWN IT TO HAPPEN TO SEVERAL OF MY BUDDIES WHO HAVE GAME COCKS ( NOTE THIS WAS IN LOUISIANA) THEY WENT TO TOWN FOR A WHILE HIS ROOSTER GOT LOOSE AND WENT STRAIGHT FOR ANOTHER ROOSTER. THEY BOTH GOT PRETTY MESSED UP ( THE ROOSTERS)!!!!! HOWEVER THERE ARE SOME WHO HAVE POSTED ON THIS SITE THAT I ACTUALLY LIKE WHAT THEY SAID.

EL GALLERO

This guy knows the truth- caps lock is cruise control for cool.

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