Dear Readers : 
While the management of The C.I.A. { Crackers In Action } believes that the fact that Mr. Paul Stanner is the most muti - talented Kracker in the Krackerverse is eminently obvious we do recognize that he is not the only talented Kracker in the Krackerverse so consequently we will feature what we feel are deserving efforts by our Kracker Brethern and Sisthren whenever their efforts strike us as worthy of a little recognition. The only reward these Krackers will get from this is a Cracker Salute and what little recognition exposure on this site brings. Hey hey Krackers I don’t want to hear your pissing and moaning we are living on Kracker Krumbs here !! Take the recognition such as it is and be happy. 
Today we bring you a charming little ditty by a gentleman named Ratoo , " The Tale Of Trayvon ". This contribution came to us via a comment on Paul Stanner's article " Another Trayvonning : Provo , Utah " We think you'd all agree that Mr. Ratoo is a TwIStEd Kracker indeed and will fit in very nicely here. The Tale Of Trayvon 
By Ratoo (to Funky Rap Beat) Here is the Tale of Tough guy Trayvon Thought he was gangster, but now he is gone Someone Trayvoned his ass Someone Trayvoned his ass Drug dealing, watch stealing Crime is what he did Creepin round in the dark, With tools and loot hid Went to the store to buy Skittles and Tea So if he was caught, he'd have de-ni-abil-ity Jumping over fences, walking through the hood Looking into windows, up to no good (very brief silent pause) Who will Trayvon his ass? Who will Trayvon his ass? Casing out a house, he met a guy named Zimmer-MAN Thought he was a honky, but he were a badass Mexi-CAN Trayvon talking tough, threw a couple blows, Knocked him to the ground, broke his freakin nose. Grabbed him by the head, pounding into the ground Zimmer-MAN made his move, then there was a sound (very brief silent pause) He Trayvoned his ass He Trayvoned his ass Take then this lesson, learn it if you can Do not mess around, with a badass Mexi-CAN A badass Mexi-CAN (very brief silent pause) He will Trayvon your ass He will Trayvon your ass Final verse, spoken: Run away punk: don’t make me Trayvon your ass. 
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Dear Readers : 
While the management of The C.I.A. { Crackers In Action } believes that the fact that Mr. Paul Stanner is the most muti - talented Kracker in the Krackerverse we do recognize that he is not the only talented Kracker in the Krackerverse so consequently we will feature what we feel are deserving efforts by our Kracker Brethern and Sisthren whenever their efforts strike us as worthy of a little recognition. The only reward these Krackers will get from this is a Cracker Salute and what little recognition exposure on this site brings. Hey hey Krackers I don’t want to hear your pissing and moaning we are living on Kracker Krumbs here !! Take the recognition such as it is and be happy!! 
Today we bring you an essay by Queen Yes Dear entitled " My Mother's Desk". We're sure you'll enjoy it as much as we did. 
Queen Yes Dear " My Mother's Desk " By Queen Yes Dear 
This lovely desk may be just junk to some but to me it is so much more. It’s not an elegant piece , in fact its makings are of just an old style wood that is not as sturdy as one might think. This desk was my mother’s. The date of it’s purchase is unknown to me. She had a charm of knowing just when to make such a purchase as this. Her eye for detail coupled with her sense of simple elegance led to some interesting art and furnishings in our home. No matter the history of Mom’s desk it is now mine. There is not a moment when I sit and write, that I don’t see mom’s bright smile. She and I, daughter and mom had our share of fighting as only two strong and same willed women could. As a teen I knew I drove her mad. She once said I was so dramatic I would most surely win the Academy Award for best dramatic actress. We quarreled and fought but all for naught. As my mother and I were not to be apart. She gave and she loved with all of her heart. She lifted me up when I hurt and thought surely I would die. The best place to be at these sorrowful times found me most surely in her arms when hurt I could not bear. Some folks may have said I was not the best to my mom and maybe they are partly right since I was just a hothead who fought her at every turn. Some folks would say I am very much like her. No one knew the real love my mom and I did share. It was so deep, even today I sometimes still weep. She was an “angel”, and given just to me. I shared her with my brother, my dad, and all her family whom she loved dearly. So now I have her desk since she left this earth. I make sure she is always there , with her old Kodak Brownie camera and pictures she loved. Poems that she wrote, with a heart so true, tender filled with so much love. I have made her desk a fancy place to look upon and love, and when my time is done I pray the one who gets this desk, will keep the love it holds, sit at it and write feeling the love that only this piece of old wood can unfold. Secret treasures of the two women, who sat at this desk passed into the future for someone new to behold. 
~~ With A Daughters Love~~~  
Queen Yes Dear A touching story Ma'am. Reach in the Kracker Barrel Queen Yes Dear and help yourself, grab a pepsi , take your shoes off and set a spell. 
Flour To The Krackers !!! We SHALL bake !!! 
Now go spread your Krumbs around Krackers !! 
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