One of the most difficult concepts to communicate, for me anyway, is that I can admire the vocal skill and emotive chops of an opera star… BUT I still wouldn’t walk across the street to SEE an opera.
Ballet dancers can do amazingly beautiful physical feats, BUT I have no interest in seeing a full ballet either.
Ditto for Pro sports and many other similar skill sets.
My point? Imagine if pro sports or the opera adopted a sort of “Radical Islamic Method” for dealing with potential fans?
Don’t wear the correct team t-shirt or fall asleep during the third act and….
Seems that getting older can lead to a certain boredom?
If one hangs their soiled underwear out for all to see it gets boring after a bit.
In my case FaceBook engendered a phase.
So, this here place is my patch. A coupla friends have kept it alive with little real input from me.
That is gonna change.
That seems to be an often used word these days, but the latest one for me is wondering why there are so many US owned weapons, weapon systems, and various armaments left, apparently abandoned, in the Middle East. Some were evidently gifted to officials, armies, and/or “rebels.” Others were stolen, of course, like that cache in Benghazi. It looks like many vehicles and things were simply left in place for whoever might claim ownership.
Forget that these are expensive items which we taxpayers bought for our military to use. Forget that it is silly to give weapons to people who even remotely might turn them against us. Yeah, forget all that security and safety stuff. We all learned when we were very young that it’s just not polite to go to someone else’s house to play and leave your toys behind when you go home.
50 years ago a thing happened. There are many versions of what transpired.
A version can be found at Stars and Stripes:
The politics don’t mean a thing, The names on The Wall do.
Some of us have been a bit lazy with our posting lately. Maybe dealing with things like broken bones has something to do with that.
Just wanted to post here that while one of us has healed from a broken leg, the other one is now DNIF with a busted wing tip. At least there are no indications that surgery will be required. Maybe I’ll catch up on my reading during R & R. Or sleep. Or something.
45 years ago today a thing happened. Three MEN left Earth with goal of climbing to the moon. As many did, I watched them begin their climb safely from in front of a TV here on Earth.
A few days later I also watched them put bootprints on The Moon. I was in awe, as were many. I also relished their safe return.
The other Moon missions came and went with less fanfare. BUT we had done it! YES! WE had done it as a country as well.
Some time later I had the pleasure of working with some that had supported those missions from Hawaii. We were gearing up for The first Space Shuttle launch. They had only been able to listen over the NASA loop back then, and had never seen a launch in real time. Mainland TV was delayed until later.
Later we newbies asked about how they felt. They swung the dish ON the moon to look at some experiments still there… And said WE helped to do that.
Now we depend on The Russians to carry warm bodies into orbit, etc.
According to the calendar, yes it is July. Summertime. Vacations at the beach. Weekends in the mountains. Fun in the sun. And Independence Day celebrations with friends.
Meeting with old friends. That’s on my agenda this week. It will be fun, there will be sun, and the annual fireworks display. And food. Lots of food and good company. Is there a better way to celebrate this wonderful country?
Happy Fathers Day to all the Dads and father figures out there. Here’s hoping that your day was fun, or at least interesting.
This is one of those bittersweet days. Some of us can no longer celebrate it. Some of us haven’t for a very long time. There are invariably at least a few moments of grief on days like this without our fathers.
My own father lost his father when he was eleven. His near fixation with enjoying each moment of life was likely influenced by that loss. It was a good lesson.
Just because some of us don’t consider this a particularly happy day, I hope that everyone else can make a few good memories with their fathers and with their children.
Of course there are lessons to be learned from this entire fiasco. There always are, even when everything goes quite well. The results of not learning or not doing the right thing can become tragic. It appears that that is exactly what happened in the Bergdahl case.
As more and more information becomes public about Bergdahl, it appears that there were plenty of opportunities to have avoided this mess entirely, if only someone, anyone, had done the right thing instead of the easy thing. Missed opportunities turned into a mess which has caused too many people a lot of unnecessary pain at best, and grief and suffering at worst. Lives have been changed. More lives may yet be changed.
With an apology for my last post which reflected more hopelessness than usual, do we dare hope that the entire truth will be told about Bergdahl? It looks like too many people are posting similar accounts in too many places for it to be swept away by the lies and propaganda from the usual sources.
The parallels to Benghazi are obvious. The difference is that time has passed since the initial Bergdahl news and reports about it were published by sources commonly regarded as unbiased. Add to this the number of witnesses who are no longer subject to direct reprisals for telling the simple truth and we have a situation where members of the military, veterans, and their supporters are literally exploding with comments questioning the message the political hacks would prefer be heard instead.
Some might question the amount and strength of the backlash to Bergdahl being declared a “hero” by the left. Too many people already knew that he was a deserter. What has been misunderstood by those who would reward him for his treason is that we kept our mouths shut during his “captivity” because it served no useful purpose to do otherwise. What has kept us mostly quiet is part of the honor code which most of us consider nearly sacred – we don’t leave our own behind, or do anything to jeopardize their continued existence, even when the one we need to retrieve is a traitor.
Bergdahl doesn’t deserve our sympathy. He does deserve our insistence that he be held responsible for his decision to desert his post and the additional decision that he apparently made to collaborate with the enemy. Odds seem to increase by the hour that he will be held accountable for his actions. All of them.