Wait! Aren’t we supposed to be distracted by the pending war in Syria and Honey Boo-Boo? They are similar, ya know.
Twelve years ago, and it truly does seem like yesterday. And it’s only been a year and a quarter ago ‘we’ (actually, the spec ops guys) got Bin Laden (May 2, 2011). We’re not done, yet.
Global War On Terror, sorry ‘Overseas Contingency Operation.’ continues. Kinda, sorta.
We need to remember who we are. Or have we devolved into a different nation, one who treats international terrorist war criminals with Miranda Rights, instead of military tribunals. You know, as we do during WARS?
I’m a libertarian. But just like I believe in the right and the duty for me to defend myself, I believe in the right and the duty for the Nation to defend herself, as well.
We can’t force everyone into becoming a Constitutional Republic. But, we can kill and capture warriors on the side of evil to protect OUR Constitutional Republic.
It’s our right and our duty. I hope we’ve not forgotten that.
…was the first day in 1987 I began working @ TMCCC (That Major Credit Card Company), not knowing I’d eventually be there just shy of 22 years! August 5, the last day in 2009 I was employed there, and had health insurance coverage.
Until Medicare kicked-in as part of my awarded Social Security disability two years later.
Funny, August 5 is the same date coincidental with ending my last stretch of three sessions of chemo for lymphoma over six months, and being told I was ‘clean’. (in 2009). And my hair began to grow back. And when I first noticed a zit in the center of my forehead, ultimately determined to be basal cell carcinoma. (also in 2009) It got to the size of a half dollar. I took two years to get it excised. Couldn’t afford to, and well, fear.
I still am clean of cancer, as of this date.
And am very grateful.
It was August 1960 when my Dad married my StepMom, and I was throwing up most of the day – an unheeded warning? August 8 was her birthday.
And in 1977, my Dad passed away. In August. Almost exactly the same day as Elvis.
Overall, August is not one of my favorite months – except the whole continuing in remission thing.
Focus on the things for which you have gratitude, my friends.
Two years ago, today, I began writing this blog.
I’d been on disability, and passed the time on the Internet reading blogs. I was frankly looking for some female friends who liked guns, and found some female gun bloggers. Unfortunately, these were in Ohio, Indiana and Idaho. They became my blogmothers. (Note-to-self: find female gun bloggers in AZ!)
I had no clue what I was doing. Some would say I still don’t.
In the past two years I’ve learned to write in paragraphs, write about those things I know, and to be disciplined. (sometimes)
I’ve written at least one blog post daily (sometimes two, occasionally three, once or twice four) every day.
And I’ve included a cartoon, a tasteful photo of a beautiful woman and a You Tube clip of my choosing, every day, as well.
And a quote of the day.
I told a couple friends locally I was writing a blog, and, before I knew it, I had followers (!)
Follower number 10 was North , the first person not actually known to me at the time. Since then he and many others have become friends!
As of this post, I have 89 followers, including a female blogger in Pakistan.
Over 164,821 pageviews! (if we include the 84K from the first year’s BLOGGER version) 5,397 comments, (some of which weren’t even from me!)
I’ve written 1,146 posts, about 2/3 of which were of my own authorship (not stolen borrowed or expounded upon from another blog).
And I’ve made many friends in the United States, and around the World.
I’m proud to say I’ve actually met some of these folks, and spoken with others on the telephone. Some have regularly communicated via email. A few have become close. One even gifted me ammunition! I’m both proud and humbled.
And still amazed.
One of my early followers was my good friend Mark Bell, who passed away February 1, 2012. He told me one of his first stops every morning was Guffaw in AZ. I like to think he still stops by.
I will continue to strive to report the facts and truth as I know them, for as long as I am able, and I care to.
And perhaps a few more PI stories.
tampered with amended The Usual Suspects to add those who have been friends and contributors and delete those who have stopped blogging. Sadly, some have passed away.
My thanks to all of you for your support.
Your obedient servant,
One year ago I was anticipating tomorrow being Ground Hog Day – that silly ‘holiday’ alleged to determine if Winter is on her way out, or lasting six more weeks. Based on the prognostication of a marmot; a woodchuck.
It was a Wednesday – the immediate previous Sunday, Mark Bell and I had attended the Central Arizona Blogshoot in Casa Grande! My car is kinda old and infirmed (as is her owner) so he offered to drive us.
We arrived late, but Kevin Baker and company showed us a great time! We met some other gun bloggers and some other shooters – great fun. Then Mark drove me back to Phoenix, and we had a late lunch at Original Hamburger Works. I was unable to attend the shoot this year.
Part of the reason for missing it is my ride is gone. On Wednesday, February 1, 2012, three days after the shoot, Mark Bell passed away, suddenly. His wife called me Thursday, Ground Hog Day, to give me the bad news. It’s a year later and it seems as yesterday.
I tend to get overly emotional, to react rather than act. I am getting better. Mark was my teacher. I never saw him lose his cool or express strong anger or rage. He was always rational and soft spoken, even in disagreement. A man of fine character and deportment.
A few years back, I was in the middle of trying to refinance my house (the one I lost last June) and the appraiser asked that I paint the trim. Now, I’m no painter, and being disabled would make this an arduous task. Mark volunteered, and I insisted on paying him, because, after all, it WAS work. He agreed, and said he would take it out of my extra re-fi funds. He accomplished the task in a couple weekends, and I got the financing. And I cut him a check. This was in late November.
Christmas afternoon I was between family Christmas get-togethers, and there was a knock at my front door. It was Mark, with a present! He again thanked ME for letting him paint (!) said he used the money for presents for his family. There was room for an additional present. Mine.
I was dumbfounded. It was the complete Capitol Record selections of Frank Sinatra on DVD! Wonderful!
Of course, every time I listen to Sinatra, I think of Mark. And other times, too.
I love you and miss you, my friend.
Remember – hug those you love and tell them you love them. Because you never know. Groundhog Day Eve will never be the same.
January 26, 2013…
January 26 has always been a weird day.
Turned out to be diffuse large cell lymphoma. I spent the next six months enduring chemotherapy, weird pain, weakness and hair loss. And weekly doctor visits. It looked for a while that I wasn’t gonna be around to write this blog nonsense.
But, here I am :-P. I’ve been more than fortunate.
People sometimes gasp when I recount certain chapters in my life. My leg disability at age 12, loss of my daughter, and being a cancer survivor. While I’ve had my moments, it’s nothing compared to Brigid’s brother and his battle against lymphoma. Or CoolChange (c)(c) watching over his beloved wife, now in hospice. They need all your good thoughts, and prayers, if that’s what you do.
And if you donate blood, please continue to do so. Or start. And mark that organ donor spot on your driver’s license. It’s the least we can do.
Sad PS – Rick (CoolChange) announced in his blog today that his beloved wife passed @ 5:55 yesterday.
Today is the 221st Anniversary of the ratification by the Commonwealth of Virginia of the U.S. Constitution’s Bill of Rights, making it the Law of The Land! Of course, this document doesn’t grant rights, it simply enumerates some important rights lest the federal government forget they exist.
Two such enumerations come to mind today – Amendment I, reminding the government we inherently possess the rights to peaceably assemble; to petition the government to redress grievances; to prohibit the government from establishing religion; and prohibiting government interference with free speech and the press. Without which I might be restrained from writing this blog.
And, Amendment II, reminding the government the people inherently possess the right to keep and bear arms, without infringement. The lynch pin. A measure without whom the other nine amendments would be left to the whims of said government.
“When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty.” - Thomas Jefferson
GEE, whoda thunk? (misspelled for effect – see previous post)
Yesterday was a horrific anniversary for our nation. If you saw my post (and the posts of many others) you’d have read about the
loss, dilution, forgetting of American Culture and History, and the consequences we have reaped.
Then, the news arrived…
Violent protests in Cairo over a largely unviewed film alleged to insult Mohammad. And the rocket attack in Libya, killing our ambassador and three other staffers. American flags burned, buildings looted and our citizens and officials killed. Coinciding with the anniversary of September 11.
The administration reportedly issued an apology for offending Muslims, and is sending in the Marines to beef-up security.
An apology? Seriously?
“The Embassy of the United States in Cairo condemns the continuing efforts by misguided individuals to hurt the religious feelings of Muslims – as we condemn efforts to offend believers of all religions. Today, the 11th anniversary of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on the United States, Americans are honoring our patriots and those who serve our nation as the fitting response to the enemies of democracy. Respect for religious beliefs is a cornerstone of American democracy. We firmly reject the actions by those who abuse the universal right of free speech to hurt the religious beliefs of others.” (U.S. State Department)
The President did say he strongly condemned the ‘outrageous’ attack.
Of course, this is the paradox. Just because we supported the removal of the previous regime(s) doesn’t automatically mean the replacements will be U.S. friendly. No matter how much money and materiel we
bribe aid them with! Sadly, this is a lesson we have never learned.
I’ve stated before political correctness will be the death of us.
I’m not for starting wars. But, I am for protecting ourselves and our citizens.
The Israelis, Jewish folk and freedom-loving people every where intone this phrase when referring to The Holocaust.
With regard to September 11, 2001, we should have the same exclamation, the same passion, the same outrage.
The same remembrance. All Americans.
While I remember many specifics from that day; what came out later regarding Flight 93 really resonates with me.
In similar circumstances, would I, a crippled, physically slow, older, overweight, guy – who hasn’t been in any kind of physical training or conditioning since 1986 – have the cojones to rush homicidal terrorists armed with sharp objects?
I’d like to think so. And I’d like to think I’m not alone. This is the American Spirit.
Americans are famous for going the extra mile, against the odds, to combat evil. Just ask any WWII, Korea or Vietnam veteran. Or veterans of the Iraq or Afghanistan wars. Or the cops and firefighters who voluntarily went in,when everyone else was leaving.
In addition, Better Wisdom and Pith, an opinion, courtesy of Roberta…
It bothers me when we give such criminals the dignity of soldiers; it bothers me when we’ve let them swipe a whole day from the calendar.
And it bothers me a lot when the lamestream media drape the day in deep black and use it to tell us we’ve got to bend ourselves to the State; that the State was attacked, and the State responded, and only the State can protect us from the awful scourge of superstitious goat-herders….
Take a moment today and remember. And commit again to the American Spirit.
h/t Roberta X
Borepatch, today addresses the counter-arguments brought forth every August 6 regarding the use of atomic weaponry in Japan, effectively ending World War Two. This remains a difficult subject, as many civilians were killed as a result of U.S. actions. It is interesting to note that President Truman had no previous knowledge of THE BOMB, until he assumed the Presidency only a couple months earlier. But, he made the decision to act, undoubtedly saving the lives of millions of American troops and countless Japanese.
Go to the link above, and read his assessment and make your own decision. And if it’s your way, say a prayer for all the dead in all wars.
And thanks, Lonnie, for reminding me.
It was ONE YEAR AGO today I began blogging. Who knew I’d still be at it a year later?
I started a blog beginning with a post on BLOGGER entitled Well, Here We Are…
Much has happened in this year: Government wholesale abridgement of rights, inflation, unemployment, war, protests. In other words, nothing much has changed.
My friend Mark left us, suddenly. My stepmother passed away. And I got a year older.
Not much wiser I’m afraid.
I did change from BLOGGER to WordPress as a blogging software platform. Less user-friendly, but more elegant looking.
All the posts and comments from the previous Guffaw in AZ have been imported to
If you followed me before, please follow me again.
Hope to see you around my new digs!
Thanks for continuing to stop by!