Pulling Our Leg

There's a big threat to national security according to new reports. The threat was revealed by chatter received by security agencies, according to the same security agencies, government officials and administrative personnel that ignored Benghazi, the demand for information of the event and are now hiding any survivors of the event.

Do you have the feeling they're not being truthful, will make up anything to avoid telling the truth and really don't give a damn about U.S. citizens, the Constitution and the honor expected of our national leaders? I do. I find it insulting for them to portray concern, act without thought, dishonor those that died due to their incompetence and expect me to believe anything they say, or do. They're thugs, thieves, liars, and unqualified to lead this country.

So, Now It Begins

The death certificates arrived, an attorney is in the process of filing the correct papers and within a couple of weeks, I'll sit in front of a judge and be appointed as executor. I've known this was coming and all the mental preparation didn't prepare me for the actual event.

As time goes on, some of my experiences may be notable and require writing. Hopefully not. The task will be long and involved. In the end, memories will be all that's left and I hope the family will learn to congregate at a new location to perpetuate our legacy of never letting large periods of time pass without gathering and breaking bread.

Goobermint Thuggery

If you don't think some government folks will have no qualms about icing your ass, read this article about a bunch of natural resource thugs that killed a fawn named "Giggles".

Bastards. May they be struck in the crotch by lightning.

The Deepness of Thought

I try to write what's on my mind, although my mind is a constant jumble of unending motion I can only reach into and pull out a few memories, or thoughts.

Still, I'm compelled to write. The thoughts arrive, I try to take the best for presentation and reveal these moments with the limited method we call "writing".

My effort can seem incomplete, worthless and leave the feeling it's a thankless endeavor to make the effort. It's like throwing rocks into the darkness and hoping for a sound, when they strike.

For those that don't write, and probably should, there are few things that reveal who your are you are, or leaves a legacy. So much of life is lost forever and - other than photographs or recollections - your entire existence can be only a short memory on a Saturday afternoon.

Do You Ever Get the Feeling...

...somebody has you on camera....waiting for you to take a bite of your lunch....giving you just enough time to gulp your drink, so you can talk? I do. When I find it, I'm going Neanderthal on some poor bastard with a twisted sense of humor.