Damn!

I just wrote this huge post and then accidentally deleted it.

Arrgghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Excellent News

This was the best news I have heard in a long time.

There is justice in this world.

Hugs to Kate

Go give Kate some love.

Her husband is in the military and is leaving for unknown locations at the end of the week.

They need all the love they can get.

And if you are one of those leaving or being left, leave me a note. I will send some love your way each and every day.

Bless all of you!

May your journey be safe and your return be joyous.

History Repeats Itslef

They say there is nothing new in history. That everything is a circle and just keeps repeating.

This story shows just how true that statement is.

In WWII, thousands of Americans with Asian ancestors were put into internment camps. They were treated as traitors even though they were American citizens and a lot of them had been born in the USA.

After September 11, 2001, we almost saw it all happen again. I heard a lot of talk about putting "Arabs" in a camp where we could keep an eye on them.

How sad.

I have known and been friends with people of all sorts of ethnic backgrounds. And just because I didn't get along so well with some of them, it doesn't mean I would want to see them in an internment camp.

Get a grip, people. The blonde-haired blue-eyed beach boy sitting next to you could be the next terrorist. You can never tell, so quit leaving your lives in fear. And quit blaming your fears on someone that had nothing to do with anything other than trying to live their American life.

More Strange Searches

AOL Search: Results for "soap opera and favorite dessert"

Christians against "Brother Bear"

Christians against "Brother Bear"

Can you believe that is the search someone used to find my site?

Barf!!

From Just Damn!

Super!! You are WILLEM DE KOONING.
You think just like you paint: in the abstract. You
live well outside of the box and never know
where life will take you next. Your friends
admire your ability to fearlessly veer away
from the boundaries of society.


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Phillipines

Writing the Veteran's day post below brought up some fun memories.

When we went to the Phillipines, I joined the Mile High Club on that plane. Maybe I shouldn't tell that, but that was 15 years ago.

While I was in the PI, I bought a hooker for a friend. He had an awesome time that night. Of course, I did, too.

I got so sunburned out there, I could do nothing but lay in bed for two full days and sleep.

I went horseback riding with a guide. He carried a machine gun. We went out into the jungle beyond the base. At one point, he motioned for me to stop, then brought his gun around front of him. Out of nowhere, these men stepped out onto the trail. He spoke to them for a little bit, then they disappeared again.

I found out later they were guerillas. I was very glad he knew what was going on.

I still have a lot of the stuff I bought there. I was so sad when they closed that base.

If anybody out there was in the PI during March of 1989, drop me a note and say hi.

Veteran's Day

Tomorrow is Veteran's Day.

My uncle was in the Navy during Vietnam.

My brother was in the Navy during the bombings in Beirut.

I was in the Navy, but not during any conflict.

I went to boot camp in Orlando, FL. I went to 'A' School for Aviation Hydraulics in Millington, TN. Then I went to more schooling at NAS Miramar in San Diego.

I was based at NAS Sigonella, Sicily. It is a NATO base and we had to share it with the Italians. We obviously had better barracks and gear than they did.

After leaving Sig, I went into the reserves. I spent 2 glorious weeks at Cubi Point, Phillipines.

I am very proud of having been in the Navy. I met some awesome people while in the military. People I may never see again, but people I will never forget.

May you all come home safe.

New Look

I just logged onto my blog from my work computer. I hope it doesn't look as bad from your computer as it does from my work computer.

From home, it looks really cool.

From work, it looks like crap.

Blehhh...I guess I need to do some more work on it.

Semper Fi

Happy Birthday!

I've known some mighty fine Marines. And some mighty fine-looking Marines.

Of course, I have loved some of them, too. But we are trying to keep this at least a PG-13 rated blog.

Confederacy

Rob over at Gut Rumbles explains very succinctly why people still use the Confederate Flag.

I grew up in Southern Georgia. Little town called Shadydale. Actually, I shouldn't say I grew up there. I learned to walk and talk there. I was 6 months when we arrived and 3 years when we left.

I don't remember it, but I still have a lovely Southern accent that comes out when I am tired..or pissed..or horney..or almost anytime.

But even though I only lived there a short time, I learned to rebel against what people said I could and couldn't do.

I was told a woman couldn't be a good mechanic. So I learned to fix airplanes and cars.

I was told a woman can't make it on her own. So I lived alone for many years.

I was told single mothers are all Welfare recipients. So I got a job and refused to go on Welfare.

I truly believe the South has something to do with all this.

When we lived in Georgia, all of the neighbors had black women as maids. My mother refused and took a lot of crap because of it.

My father attended Martin Luther's funeral along with his best friend. He was just a hick from Idaho. His friend was a blonde surfer from California.

They looked out of place amongst all those black faces, but they felt at home because they were all sharing the same feelings.

I am proud of having lived in Georgia. Someday I will return. And I bet it will be just as beautiful as I remember.

And yes, I fly a Confederate Flag in Southern Minnesota.