It'll be a long way up out of this hole, but we'll do it!

Proud to be an American!

It was a good weekend here!

An out-of-town NNer had occasion to be in town.

Friday a lunch was scheduled, then on for the purpose of her trip.
Yesterday it was over to my place for drinks, then out for a quick bite. The food? It was OK, the company? excellent!

We returned to my place for coffee and a nightcap.
Never got around to making the coffee.

Hmm..Looks like some maintenance is in the future for the backyard hot tub. (grin).

I have been busy with real life and only occasionally check in here to keep up with friends’ blogs.

The more I read of one of those friends’ blog (*), the more angry and sad I feel.

For those of us that lived and/or fought through the Viet Nam era, it changed the way we thought about things in many ways.
Some of us remained the same, some changed a small amount, it changed some lives, and ended many. It happens to everyone in that - or any other war.

One thing I didn’t need to learn during the war. I already knew that ALL blood is red.

The war did bring home the fact, more than ever, that: there are dedicated Americans of every color, race, religion, political persuasion, sex or sexual perception both in and out of uniform; whether white, black, red or yellow, they can all bleed American blood.

American blood… I’ve seen it, smelled it, tasted it and I hate to see it spilt.

Yeah, I’m an old guy. I still read the news, -on line. I write e-mails, and letters. –on the computer.

So it pains me to read that one vet, who spent time among some of my very own friends being broken physically and mentally by those damn Vietnamese goons, would not have learned those very lessons and either has been broken again by a political machine that wants to stay in control of this country, or wants to be president so bad, as to stoop to such low tactics as he is using against the opposition - or is very short on ethics that he has proclaimed to esteem so dearly.

He might get elected yet. - Probably lasting a year or two before dying of old age and handing the running of this nation to a vindictive Bush-in-skirts who I don’t think had the mental capacities or ethics to run her present job.
I’m basing his projected life span on a very wild personal guess because I know of two other POW friends my age, (a few years less than the nominee) who have passed on lately. I’m sure their stay at the Hanoi Hilton didn’t help lengthen their lives.

He knows what it was like inside and outside that damned place.
So maybe I should believe some of the other rumors that came out of the Hanoi Hilton, or some that were left there?


So I’m slightly surprised that in less than a month, win or lose, that man (“This one!” this time) either as the president-elect or as a senator, will return to DC, shake hands with all others, ask the world to forget the last few months and say: “It was nothing personal, just politics”.

No McCain. No.

Flying in-country, rolling in, for a few seconds ignoring the radio crackling in your ear with voices, shouts and tones for those few seconds and squeezing the release or trigger, knowing they are trying to kill you, and knowing you might be killing lives and reputations over there becomes “Nothing Personal” - fast.

Live or die…You are just trying to survive and do your job.

But attempting to ruin a political opponent’s reputation with lies, inaccuracies, allowing and encouraging hate and doubts for another race, culture, or ancestral religion in a fellow American…Now, that IS Personal.

I respected you once. I Respect You No More.


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*in this case, jphiggins blog.

Happy Hump Day, Everyone!

Wishing all of you a Happy Fourth Of July, Independence Day.

Play Safe!

Yep...lol....
The Loser, aka as Stevenski, Lone.Ranger, and a number of unimaginative nicknames; is back, or rather, still among us.

Still resorting to PMs, and his hide-and-run tactics with delusions of self-grandeur...

Picture a Sad Sack who can't even interest his wife, or even the fish...

Hi Loser:
Home for a few days to wash your clothes? When do you have to leave again so your mate can have some fun with real men?

The first time I saw him, I thought he had depth, but was a little over the top.

Then I realized the man was well-grounded, and that behind the obscenities was a guy holding a mirror to hypocrisy.

Yep, we could use him these days. Rest in peace, funny man.

My 85 year-old uncle is a happy man.

We talked a few days ago, and by this morning he should be wearing a smile.

He's in the big city, and never gets tired of exclaiming: "I loff New York!"

He should, grin…he's met a forty-six year old woman that apparently is happy to meet with him and even come to his place about once a week and mutually get their rocks off.

Yes, he says, she loves oral sex. It's her favorite event.

He also mentioned that if this keeps up he'll be getting some new pills.

The surprise is not that he may be needing pills. It's that he'll be buying something!

The man is so tight with his money he squeaks.

I do visit him once in a while.

He puts a mattress on the floor for me, gets some well-worn sheets and lets me experience the closest I've been to camping for a few years.

We sit and talk till all hours of the night, finish the bottle or two of the wine I get, and then he breaks out what has got to be the cheapest wine in the planet.

Rippley's would be a step up.

I'm still a bit pissed at him. One time I got there, hungry. After the usual wine I needed something to eat. His usual meal of a turkey leg and insipid rice held no appeal for me.

I was in New York and wanted my traditional NY pizza slice, -a mandatory item for me on a visit to the big city.

That asshole found every excuse in the book to keep me from getting it.
He kept me walking past stores until they were all closed, and we had to return to his place.

By this time I had figured out his game and I was fuming.
I was going to treat and he wouldn't have to spend a nickel.

Hell no. I wasn't going to eat his food that night. I try to avoid it at all times.

After three hours sleep, I awoke to the noise of pots in his kitchenette. He was intent on feeding me the damn turkey leg for breakfast! Lol… At five am!

That SOB was playing his control game and I became just as intent he wouldn't beat me at it.

He didn't. Grin.

At any rate. I'm very happy for him. She should have 'cum' and left for work by now.

Actually, it's Tuesdays the thirteen that I'm more aware of.
Heck, I don't know why.

If you are pining for more PMs, I have a great suggestion for you.

Just leave a comment in my blog and you'll be sure to get more.

They will come from people like jj pierce, barbra Streisand, Sponge Bob, and myriad other characters.

They will contain all sorts of sweet messages and gossip imagined by a obsessed troll who proclaims to enforce law and order here.

Meanwhile, I have been enjoying Real Life, and got a chance to visit with friends for a few days.

But now I'm back for a bit before my next Real Life adventure.

So come on Steverino, grin...you barely gave us a chance to miss you.

So, if you read this, please leave a comment.
We need to keep trolls busy here so maybe they will leave others alone.