Saturday, November 22, 2008

Silliness Saturday

Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Of course, only if I am dreaming of a white Christmas.

Still, there are some places where there will be a blue Christmas, cuz Santa Claus is comin in a stage coach, and gramma got run over by a reindeer.

For those who remember, there was a Christmas where we were serenaded by three chipmunks: do you remember? There was Theodore and the ham Alvin; but do you remember who the other one was?

No, it won't be a blue Christmas if I don't hear who the other chipmunk was... you see, we are already building up our white Christmas.

And truth be known, I got my quilted Christmas stockings being created by Mamacita.

Today in history...

Mostly Cajun reminds us that 45 years ago, President John F. Kennedy was killed; he says he was in the eighth grade math class.

I remember, as if it was just yesterday: I just finished qualifying on the rifle range in boot camp. I was on the 500 yard line, when I jumped up and shouted, "I did it!"

Then someone yelled, "shut up!! The President was just shot."

Then I realized that the DIs and the PMIs were standing near the center of the firing line listening to a radio.

Later, after returning to the depot, we were in the rec room, time for letter writing and wind down debrief.

Our junior DI, CPL Rizzi, spoke to us about the incident, and presented some interesting methods of dealing with the perpetrator.

Who could have known, that the assassination of the President would give us such a large step into socialism?

Yeah, I remember, just like it was yesterday!

Friday, November 21, 2008

Christmas shoppen ain't over with yet

Are you looking for a special Christmas gift? Would you like to have something that is hand made, and sewn with love? And doesn't have "made in China" imprinted on it?

My dear friend Mamacita is sewing quilted Christmas stockings.

I ain't gettin no renumeration for this, just tootin my horn for something that is made in the USA and is good quality.

Thursday, November 20, 2008


As I sit here, in front of my notebook, looking around the blogosphere, I see many articles memorializing the young Marines who have stepped up and stepped out to be a buffer for this country against terrorism, and ideologies that run counter to ours.

It ain't everybody that can be a Marine...if they could, it wouldn't be the Marine Corps.

Permit me an aside, right here.

When I was a counselor with the Marine Corps drug rehab unit, I was informed of something that I guess I knew intuitively, but I had not been aware of cognitively.

The secretary, one day at lunch was telling us about the plants in her office.

It seems that the Chief corpsman (medic to you non-naval service types) had been dumping left over blood into her pots.

And the plants were growing, and blooming like never before.

It has been said, that a nation only grows when it is nourished by the blood of its patriots.

The Bible tells us that the life is in the blood.

And the blood that has been being spilt around the globe by our patriotic youth, continues to give life to this great nation; in spite of the nefarious disease and parasites that we are infested with.

With that aside, aside, let me continue with the thought I began with.

Here I am, in my 60s, divorced, all my children are grown, and living their own lives, and I sit here wondering how can I contribute to the betterment of this great nation.

I could be wrong, but I keep thinking, how much different it would be, if a bunch of us retired military guys {non pc} that were sitting around wondering about life, were to be back on active duty, specifically for the purpose of being in the combat zone. Would we be enough to relieve some of these younger ones from the burden?

Would it make a difference?

You know, now that I think about it, how great would it be, if some of us older geezers could be over there, and have some leadership like Kerry or Murtha to be leading us on patrol.

Well, that b enuff for this line of thinking. My brain is starting to hurt.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


Should I/we be concerned? Here we are in the 21st century, and poli-tic-al pundits are telling Christians how they should be living.


The crux of Christianity, as I understand it, has to do with turning the world upside down.

History is replete with stories of Christians taking governments to task.

The dirty little secret, that pundits try to keep hidden from the citizenry is that this great country was founded on the principle that God had led.

This country was founded upon the ideal of personal ownership of property, of the individual's right under God to be the best they could be.

Over the years, many have expressed the idea that gummint was the problem and not the solution... and here we are a coupla centuries down the road, and we are being told that we are the problem, and that only gummint has the solution.


Have we not learned yet, that gummint cain't do nothing good? How much clearer do it need to be for people to see that gummint running our lives is like the inmates running the assylum?

Oh, yeah, the Bible speaks to sluggards, and how they can influence those around them if given enough time.

It goes way beyond any comprehensive ability of my military mind to figure out why anybody living in this country would want to change her. She is the greatest nation to ever traverse the pages of history; and some wish to make her no more than ashes on the ashheap of history for the desire to be like everyone else.


So many of our ancestors left Europe to get away from oppressive gummint, and to be able to live a life well able to pursue life, liberty and happiness.

How sad that there are people who have come to hate this way of life. I don't understand it; but I do understand that if you don't have to work for what you get, and you know that someone is ready and willing to give you whatever you want, you will relinquish your individual power, to not have to lift a hand.

How pitiful the people of this nation have become... soon there will be no body to provide income for the gummint, cuz everybody will be expecting the gummint to take care of them, and then, there will be no more.

You never realize how sweet something is, until you give it up, and realize you will never have it again.


Dr. Helen is standing up and sounding forth a clarion call for conservatives to stand their ground, and begin to speak up. Go read her, and then consider how you will be a part of the solution rather than the problem.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Valour IT

About 41 years ago this was taken while on my summer break at Cua Viet, Republic of Vietnam.

With that in mind, may I invite you to Donate to the Marine Corps Team.

Project Valour-IT is a simple idea with profound impact. It's grateful Americans, providing laptops with voice-activated software for severely wounded troops. Project Valour-IT offers a way for us to tell them we have not forgotten their sacrifices, and that is truly priceless. In many, many ways what we are trying to do is reconnect them to the world; remind them that they are not alone. That they still have something to contribute, that they are still a vital part of this nation, and that even though they may have lost parts of themselves that they can never recover, though they may temporarily be feeling hopeless, helpless, even alone, they aren't.
Someone remembers. Someone still cares. And when they get out of the hospital, America will find a way for them to rejoin the community and be useful again. For a wounded vet facing traumatic and painful injuries, that knowledge alone is beyond price.