T. BOONE PICKENS FAREWELL LETTER

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M G
M G
September 22, 2019 3:40 pm

https://www.dallasnews.com/business/2019/09/19/boone-was-bigger-than-texas-governor-cowboys-owner-honor-t-boone-pickens-at-dallas-service/

A real passing of a legend for those of us living in and around T.Boone’s stomping grounds. (It was a big stomping ground…Big Boots and all that.)

EC
EC
September 22, 2019 4:23 pm

As long as we are talking about the lessons of life; I often listen to el doggie on the radio, his short segment on women is very instructive and at the same time infuriating to listeners who hear his message but miss the whole thing because they have heard the exact opposite all their lives. He says that women do not need to be revered and put on a pedestal simply because they are women. They have natural roles, roles that have been subverted by the modern era’s emphasis on liberation. This created a need in women to prove they are indeed liberated and now they act like libertines while requiring men to still follow the old rules of gentlemen.

But this is not about that argument, it is about something else el doggie promotes. He insists that men ought to choose a woman wisely. Of course, I can’t say I chose my wife wisely. I was having a bit of trouble, being out of the loop in the new dating game, and I had a few face plants. But a Christian is not alone in the world, I imagine that God followed Anna Frise’s methodology: “I did not give you instructions on how to proceed with the assignment because after you fail, you will come back ready to learn.” I came back and appealed to God.

The wife he gave me is not the woman I would have picked ever. And yet she fit the description perfectly; I had said, God, you choose because you know the type of woman I like and who is best for me. God had a good laugh when he gave me a Salvadoran chick, after I had railed like an ass about all the Salvadorans Reagan let into the country. My wife is no upper class Latina, she is not white, her father was a black man that her white grandmother hated and derided calling him ‘negro lumbumba’, probably after the African leader Lumumba.

She is not an American flag waving super patriot. What she is is probably a libertarian. She grew up a Christian, attending Christian church from her childhood. If she is not super smart, she still has better sense than I do. To love your neighbor, she tells me, is to wish him no harm. She firmly believes in individual freedom. When I complained that somebody chose the wrong vehicle because it is a gas hog, she replied, what’s the problem if he can afford it? When I complained about a mixed race couple, she asked me, do you want her for yourself?

She really surprised me last week. I was sharing a bit of gossip; the woman at work said somebody was courting her. She had said they were both married. I told my wife that I advised her to tell her boss. My wife said I am a busybody. How old are they, she asked. Late 30’s, I guess. My wife said, they are young, leave them alone. That gave me much to think about. About my wife, about God, about people. I must have a controlling nature, my wife doesn’t. God has given us free will. Water seeks it own level and will not be denied for long. God still laughs at my expense, having given me a wife who continually shows me I still have a lot to learn about God’s nature and mercy. Those young ones will make their own mistakes and, in time, search out God when they are ready to learn.

Stucky
Stucky
  EC
September 22, 2019 4:34 pm

Your wife sounds like a truly wonderful lady.

M G
M G
  Stucky
September 22, 2019 5:00 pm

As does yours. Or. As pronounced here?
You and Urine.

Urine folks come back.
Urine get in here and sit a spell ya hear?

EC
EC
  M G
September 22, 2019 5:47 pm

I agree, Mrs. Freud definitely sounds like a sweetheart.

M G
M G
  EC
September 22, 2019 5:50 pm

No comment on my jokes?

Or Urine?

Am I on a roll?

Anonymous
Anonymous
  M G
September 22, 2019 7:07 pm

What jokes? You will have to do better than that.

Mygirl...maybe
Mygirl...maybe
  Anonymous
September 22, 2019 9:15 pm

Is urine some attempt at a dialectic, like you all:ya’ll? Not sure what part of the country uses urine as a pronoun.

M G
M G
  Anonymous
September 22, 2019 9:32 pm

It was a fair joke. As in You’rns ought to come on over …

The wife sounds like she can hold her own with a busybody like EC.

EC
EC
  M G
September 22, 2019 11:26 pm

The chick is scary, I haven’t even finished speaking and she has the retort in a flash. Here’s something valuable for guys, never tell your wife anything you don’t want her to use against you several decades later. Save the locker room stories for the locker room.

Donkey
Donkey
  EC
September 22, 2019 7:01 pm

EC, that was quite nice. I good woman is worth her weight in gold.

Undeniable
Undeniable
  EC
September 22, 2019 7:51 pm

Sounds like a keeper, there, EC. When we make plans, God laughs. Of mice and men and all that. The right woman will make ya and the wrong one will break ya. And, in the meantime, there are tiny mascara brushes on the bathroom counter, those little sideways smirks, companionship, tears, and laughter in the night.

Stucky
Stucky
September 22, 2019 4:30 pm

T. Boone imagines God asking him “Whaddya got?” He answers;

“I left an undying love for America, and the hope it presents for all. I left a passion for entrepreneurship, and the promise it sustains. I left the belief that future generation can and will do better than my own.”

That’s it?? That’s ALL he’s got???? Pretty pathetic if you ask me.

I know what else T. Boone got. A one-way ticket to HELL. Burn billionaire, burn!!

Of course, that’s according to the wiles of the God of Abraham, Moses, and GCP. T. Boone better hope that that Odin is the Main Sky Daddy.

Anonymous
Anonymous
  Stucky
September 22, 2019 7:12 pm

T. Boone Pickens is just another bullshitter, and in this case, just bullshitting himself. However, dying while feeling good about your life is not the worst thing that one could do.

Donkey
Donkey
  Stucky
September 22, 2019 7:13 pm

Stucky, what about the Wiccans?

John
John
September 22, 2019 5:19 pm

Corporate raider against Gulf, Phillips and others. All the money in the world and you still get to leave it behind.

Uncola
Uncola
  John
September 22, 2019 7:43 pm

I liked the water in the bucket metaphor. And that’s the thing – even about ripples in the pond. They eventually stop before new ones are made.

Mygirl...maybe
Mygirl...maybe
  John
September 22, 2019 9:20 pm

I walk a very long driveway composed of what the folks here call white rock, down to get the mail and get in some exercise and I do that everyday. Mostly pasture and farmland, some houses but spaced far enough apart for my comfort. I sometimes stand still and listen to the wind in the grass, and watch the clouds move and feel the wind and smell the air. I feel very small and very connected, like I am a small part of a very big thing and I feel a great sense of comfort from that. I know I will die, my body will decompose or get cremated and I will be forgotten for the most part. This does not bother me either. I don’t know what happens when we die and I’ve quit fretting over that too. This day is mine, I am living it and appreciating the fact that I am alive to appreciate it.

Harrington Richardson
Harrington Richardson
  John
September 22, 2019 10:15 pm

You don’t see a trailer hitch on a hearse for a reason.

Cheesesteak
Cheesesteak
September 23, 2019 4:38 am

What a dick. Full of shit. When I die my stone will say
“Gone beyond the reach of man’s ingratitude towards man”.
He was a dude who probably fucked over countless people to make his money.
The American way. He is dancing a jig with John McCain. Another true American hero