{"id":1245,"date":"2003-05-29T15:32:14","date_gmt":"2003-05-29T20:32:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ericsiegmund.com\/gazette\/2003\/05\/29\/20030529-cowboyinsult\/"},"modified":"2023-10-12T15:35:03","modified_gmt":"2023-10-12T20:35:03","slug":"20030529-cowboyinsult","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericsiegmund.com\/fireant\/2003\/05\/29\/20030529-cowboyinsult\/","title":{"rendered":"“Cowboy”? Better find another insult, pard."},"content":{"rendered":"

I was just reading about that French play<\/a> called “George W. Bush ou le triste cowboy de Dieu” (George W. Bush or God’s sad cowboy), how the director was bushwhacked (okie doke…pun intended) a while back and the play was shut down for a spell (“for the protection of the actors”) and how it’s about to start runnin’ agin. Who says the French are lily-white cowards? Not me, that’s fer durn sure.<\/p>\n

Anyway, I don’t rightly understand why them little French guys think calling somebody a cowboy is such a big insult. I reckon none of ’em have ever met a real cowboy. I figgered them little French guys would have a better way with words than that, anyhow. Maybe they’re just ashamed of their own insults so they’re havin’ to borrow words from us. I can understand that. If’n you had to go around all day talkin’ like you had a mouthful of snails or somethin’ I reckon you’d wish for some good old American words, too.<\/p>\n

Anyway, I reckon that if the worst thang folks could call me was cowboy, I’d be pretty dang happy with that monicker. ‘Cause here’s what being a real cowboy means…<\/p>\n