Assholes Among Us

If I had to choose a friend, or companion to spend my life with, and my only two options were a child that suffers a horrible medical condition, and the other, a person who advocates for abortion of those children who suffer a horrible medical condition, I’d choose the child. Every time, every.single.time.

My blood boils and roils when I read shit like this. We all carry burdens, we all face hardships, trials and tribulations. We all suffer to some degree. What makes us human is our ability to care for each other, to understand the suffering of others because we’ve been there. It’s a collective experience.

At least for most of us.

The rest are just assholes. And no one wants to spend their time with an asshole.

Rob Paxton

The Old West

was a wonderful thing. Know what else is a wonderful thing? History! And there’s a hell of a lot of historical documentation of the American old west. Growing up with John Wayne, I had believed that everyone carried a six shooter slapped to their thigh. Turns out though, that just ain’t the case. States and local towns out on the frontier often regulated guns on their streets because they were, well, god damn tired of cowboys coming in from a cattle drive and shooting up their streets. Seems to be, if the Clantons had surrendered their guns when asked, the shootout at the OK corral would not be part of our old west lore.

I’m Not Fooled!

I was in the Navy, I know what’s going on here. This guy Mims, who’s traveled to space, and can shoot fireballs, and disappeared for a bit, doesn’t have mental health issues. What he is, is the Navy’s newest hi tech secret genetic weapon. Pete Mims is their version of the new sailor. Yes, the Navy would have you believe that, then admit they failed to help one of their own when it was, uh.. really obvious he needed it.

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SICK!

Greed! The need for power, riches or fame willalways cause suffering. Williamson W. VA sets nestled in the heart of the opioid crisis where enough painkillers were dispensed by two local pharmacies, to keep good times rolling for every single person in the community, every day, nine times a day, for the last ten years.

Let that sink in as you reach for your beer this happy hour

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I’m Ready, Let’s Go.

Trump has pledged to send humans back to the moon, and beyond. I’m not holding my breath, but I’m hoping we not only walk on the moon again, but that we establish a base, an internationalbase. I’d like to see us get to Mars in my lifetime, yet like I said, I’m not holding my breath. Administrations change, goals change, policies change. For all the interest the American public has in Scifi movies, there just doesn’t seem to be an interest in space exploration, much less a human migration toward the stars. Maybe we’re afraid our dreams will be crushed once we get out there? I don’t know, but I do believe that migration will come, someday. I just won’t be around to see it, and that makes me sad, because at heart, I’m kind of a space cadet waiting for my wings.

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The Outside, Looking In.

Most people I know will spout off and snicker that they don’t give a crap what other people think of ’em. Course, it’s not true, cuz we all wanna be liked, and it’s painful when someone comes along and sets us straight to some truths about ourselves we don’t like.

This report is hard to read, in that it’s heartbreaking. There’s good stuff in it as well, but overall it lays bare the problems we face as a Nation. It’s worth reading, worth thinking about, and if it doesn’t piss you off, there’s just no hope.

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Who Cares?

I care! You know who doesn’t? People that set in harsh judgment of those afflicted by mental health problems. I don’t buy into the fact that you’re compassionate, much less have the right to judge, if a kid sets in jail for four years waiting for a simple evaluation, and when it doesn’t come, you just throw the kid in prison cuz there’s no alternatives, and you’re OK with that. Fuck, an exceptional nation takes care of it’s own, and we are not doing that. In fact, what we are doing when it comes to those suffering from mental health disabilities is tossing ’em out the car window as we drive over a bridge. Think that’s harsh? Then you’ve never dealt with a loved one who suffers from the terror, sorrow and anguish.

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I Would Do This

Man, there are those days I just want to get away from it all. Nature calls, and I want to commune. Get rid of the phone, the TV, the radio, sever the link to the real world. There’s something that makes my man blood boil about hunting my own food, building my own shelter and clubbing some woman over the head and dragging her back by her hair to my shack, making her mine. Then I remember, I can’t pound a nail, can’t shoot straight and I ain’t got the nerve to club a woman, then having to put up with her for whacking her.

Still, it’s a nice thought as I set around my firepit drinking my beer.

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A Real Genius

When Nikola Tesla passed, his research was locked up and stashed away by our Government, and rightly so. Some of his work had to do with death rays, unlimited power sources, wireless energy, and remote control. Did I mention he invented the AC induction motor, and he lit up the 1893 worlds fair in glorious fashion. When I stumbled across his work back in the early eighties, I was mystified why this mans name wasn’t known along side Edisions. I’m glad recent history has begun to recognize his genius, and his contributions, cuz the guy was wild in what he believed possible.

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