I check my posts, to some extent. As I see it, nothing threatens our shared survival more than those who simply cannot believe freedom, life, flexibility, decision are possible in large groups. Seemingly, some want US to die; to stop caring about the outside world; to stop validating perceptions consistent with long term viability.
We are so big. The United States of America is so large. Why do we so limit ourselves? Are there not sand pits, and small lakes, and unindulged Indian tribes to which to offer our affection and concern? Of course there are.
They know who they are.
My hope is that we all wind up under a grand banner declaring the greatness of the United States, and that we stand there, appreciating all the death and suffering and other sacrifice our comfortable lives mean.
My further hope is that we remember not just the designated “heroes”, but all the men who did their job under horrific circumstances and came home intact, nonetheless. God Bless them twice. Those who died, or were seriously hurt, thrice.
Oh, I see the world unsentimentally We all have our claims on the bastard of existence, the claim made on our lives, our pain, our sorrow. I see past this. Please tell me I am a son of a bitch granting your dead the respect of having died bravely, doing their job under arduous circumstances. I feel this, I hurt this. That is all I can do. The rest rests with you. It will fade with time. It will never disappear. It will never fully go away.
OI. I should move along, but I feel your pain. If you should move along, move along. If a shortsighted dumbass helps, then I am your guide.
How many, I wonder, will grasp this post? What I seem to be is what I am.
Edit: I will note that I was drunk and tired when I posted this, not necessarily in that order. I left it up, because it is not wholly useless, even though of course it does lapse into the sort of incoherence I normally like to think I am successful in avoiding.