Monday, December 19, 2011

War Department speaks out on outing her bank records

Shelly Horn Cawthon stands up in the stirrups

Waco – When you buck the “G”, you're up against the best.

Ask any brat raised in a household ruled by an FBI Special Agent, Marshal, High Sheriff, CIA hand, or anyone else from the hot, steamy world of alphabet soup.

There is a woman behind the man, and there is a family behind her.

Any prudent kid knows to say, “My daddy works for the government.”

Nothing more, nothing less. It's just the way things are done.

What do they call the women behind the men?

Ask any old time lawman, spook, agent or Treasury man.

She's known universally in their circles as the “war department.”

If those men want to stay married, they soon learn that they are just boarding at her house, that lady who runs that war department.

It's what the wise and superior man knows as a mom and pop operation.

Sometimes, the woman behind the man has had enough, and then after years of sticking to her knitting and keeping her mouth shut, she will speak her mind.

Shelly Cawthon, the former Shelly Horn, reached her limit Monday afternoon. Here is what the lady said:

“Sheriff Lynch and Randy Plemons have known Matt for years, in his role as a Texas Ranger and as a Special Deputy U.S. Marshal. When Mr. Steakley came to them with documents about our lawsuit, they should have refused to accept it. I think they should have asked Mr. Steakley to leave and scolded him for trying to make this a political matter, if for no other reason than the fact that Matt is a government employee and this was a personal matter.”

I think I'm reading her literature. It was a personal matter, but now her bank statements, social security number, loan applications, cancelled checks and all that jazz are out there in the wind.

Mr. President Harry S. Truman once said, “If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.”

Hoo, boy. One can only wonder if President Harry S. Truman might have been repeating something he heard Mrs. Bess Truman say during their long years of marriage.

Hot, ain't it? And here you thought you crossed the Brazos at Waco. You just thought you did, hoss. Won't be safe 'til you reach San Antone.

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