Me, Don and the Dickson Street Pool Hall January 14, 2011
Back in the day, way back in the day, there were two young lads who convened on somewhat of a regular basis at the Dickson Street Pool Hall in Fayetteville, Arkansas.
The two of us were alleged to be students at the University of Arkansas and certainly neither of us could be construed as candidates for Phi Beta Kappa. 8-Ball was our game, certainly not those boring classes.
The Don I refer to was Don Tyson, soon to become the Grand Poobah of the chicken world. Don and I were not good friends, just pool shootin’ acquaintances who happened to land periodically at the Dickson Street Pool emporium at the same time. Don was a very amiable fellow and he always parked his ’51 Buick convertible on Dickson St. When I left town it was by rail. I jumped the Missouri-Pacific freight train at George’s Majestic Lounge, which also resides on Dickson St. to this day, and I’d ride that booger right into Van Buren and my thumb took me on into Mansfield. The Mo-Pac Bulls never kicked me off the train in the years that I was their very best non-paying passenger.
Little did I know, or care at the time, that our lives, philosophically and politically, would diverge in such an extreme way. Our paths over the years crossed several times, amiably I might add.
Don has since passed on and eulogies extolling his virtues are now in the past tense, so I think the flip side of the coin must be addressed, in this case in a topical fashion.
Don Tyson, in my judgment, did more to destroy the character, the sovereignty, the culture and heritage of this republic than nearly any other single person in the history of our once preeminent land. Don Tyson’s activities gave rise to the explosive and massive Third World illegal immigration of cheap Hispanic slave laborers that has indeed engulfed our land. Observe. Few First-worlders now have little enthusiasm about immigrating to our shores. These invasions have dulled every precept that the Founders envisioned. Don had a myriad of enablers, ranging from all the presidents since the invasion began, the congress, the state houses, right on down to the ground floors of government, the chambers of commerce, the Catholic Church, and the media. The results of his and their criminal activities have destroyed public education, healthcare, commerce, political discourse, and so on, resulting in massive economic burdens placed on beleaguered middleclass Americans.
The question becomes, do Americans have the strength, resolve and fortitude to throw off the politically correct sovereign nation-killing choke hold known as illegal immigration and remove the corrupt politicians and bureaucrats—top down? Are Americans too ignorant, too cowardly, too self-indulging, or do they think it is all P.C. O.K.?
And yet, I still have fond memories of me, Don, and the Dickson Street Pool Hall.
Joe McCutchen