Taylor Hicks - Do I Make You Proud
If the olde addage "a picture is worth..." holds true:
Here, dear readers, are a billion words expressing the love and admiration for those who have risen to the cause of freedom and those who have fallen for its protection...
To say much more, would only cheapen such a wonderful work.
Enjoy.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
So; What Are You Afraid of..?
At some point in time- especially in our youth this question would inevitably come up.
Most often it was a rhetorical postulate by nature, simply testing your resolve to either join the clique or to surmise whether you had grown beyond the reach of your teddy bear outside of the comfort and safety of your home.
Now though, is the time to ask that all too familiar question...
Indeed- what are we afraid of?
Is it terrorism? Outside of the North-Eastern states; I really doubt it. The Communist Left of San Fran have left little if any doubt as to the dubious fantasy land they live in- one of their "leadership" professing no need for an American military- I suppose we could do as the Romans and let mercinaries protect us- until the price becomes too high even for them and they turn on the very masters who might once have fed them...
Our own demise? Seems to me the world is far too busy- collectively as well as individually- to contemplate our navels and the forces of the here-after to really account for anything meaningful.
Hell- at one point I feared having my testicles cut off- by "The Potty Monster" back during the potty training formative years and then some years later in some god-forsaken shithole of a place...
Oddly enough- it only took a vasectomy where the local antistetic wore off 15 minutes into a 20 minute proceedure to make me a believer that you may feel like the world is gonna end- but besides a few month's trauma- you [or I in this case] can endure and live through it.
So.
"What are you afraid of..?"
The known? The unknown? The pain of 'loss' or is it 'pain' in its most base form?
Think of this as simply a contemplation exercise- something to convince me [or most importantly, yourself] that you're very much alive and a part of this world!
I continue to be
Russ
Most often it was a rhetorical postulate by nature, simply testing your resolve to either join the clique or to surmise whether you had grown beyond the reach of your teddy bear outside of the comfort and safety of your home.
Now though, is the time to ask that all too familiar question...
Indeed- what are we afraid of?
Is it terrorism? Outside of the North-Eastern states; I really doubt it. The Communist Left of San Fran have left little if any doubt as to the dubious fantasy land they live in- one of their "leadership" professing no need for an American military- I suppose we could do as the Romans and let mercinaries protect us- until the price becomes too high even for them and they turn on the very masters who might once have fed them...
Our own demise? Seems to me the world is far too busy- collectively as well as individually- to contemplate our navels and the forces of the here-after to really account for anything meaningful.
Hell- at one point I feared having my testicles cut off- by "The Potty Monster" back during the potty training formative years and then some years later in some god-forsaken shithole of a place...
Oddly enough- it only took a vasectomy where the local antistetic wore off 15 minutes into a 20 minute proceedure to make me a believer that you may feel like the world is gonna end- but besides a few month's trauma- you [or I in this case] can endure and live through it.
So.
"What are you afraid of..?"
The known? The unknown? The pain of 'loss' or is it 'pain' in its most base form?
Think of this as simply a contemplation exercise- something to convince me [or most importantly, yourself] that you're very much alive and a part of this world!
I continue to be
Russ
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