Say, didn’t we do this just a year ago, and the year before that?
And so on, and so on…
Seriously, best wishes for a Happy New Year to my family, my friends, my FB friends and especially my Internet and blog friends!
Most years fail to meet expectations at some point, but 2016 (for me, anyway) was particularly bad.
(There is no need to account for the negative items here.)
Thus, I’ve great hopes for 2017.
It does say something about the human condition, for all the pessimism, depression, war, disease, man’s-inhumanity-to-man, that EVERY YEAR we return to this ritual of celebrating the onset of a new year with positive hope for the future.
Either we’re optimists, or insane. (“Insanity – repeating the same behavior, expecting different results.” ( attributed to Albert Einstein)
Today, right now, I vote for optimism.
What other choice is there?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
“December 7th, 1941. A date which will live in INFAMY!”
I wasn’t yet born. But I remember it was a touchstone for persons of my Father’s generation.
Where were YOU when Pearl Harbor happened?
I’m certain each generation has their historical event…
(Going back before Pearl Harbor)
The beginning of The Spanish-American War.
The sinking of the Titanic.
The End of the War to End All Wars
But, Pearl Harbor sticks in my mind, because I’ve met folks who were there. It’s not just from the history books, like the Civil War, the Indian Wars, “Remember the Maine!”
As the JFK assassination is for MY generation.
And the first World Trade Center bombing, Khobar Towers, the U.S.S. Cole and the second World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks. And Flight 93 are for subsequent generations.
Each generation has it’s historic marker. Some, sadly, more than one.
It’s up to US to keep the memories alive, with politically-correct history textbooks barely mentioning such events. If they mention them at all.
Does this make us warmongers? Hardly.
This is the 75th Anniversary of the Attack on Pearl Harbor. If you were 17 at the time (and got permission, or lied) you could have been there. You would now be 92, if still alive. Veterans are passing daily into history.
Thank you for your service.
It is important to remember from whence we came, lest history repeat. We must learn from our mistakes, and others.
And remain vigilant.
So said J. Edgar Hoover numerous times…until
November 14, 1957
Stuff happens, John!
TODAY IN HISTORY
The Apalachin Meeting (1957)
The Apalachin Meeting was a summit of some 100 Mafiosi from the US, Canada, and Italy that was raided after their fancy cars and out-of-state license plates aroused the suspicions of law enforcement agents in Apalachin, New York. Fifty-eight Mafiosi, including bosses Carlo Gambino and Vito Genovese, were detained.
Perhaps the most significant consequence of the raid was that it confirmed the American Mafia’s existence(…)
Click on the link, above – if you dare!
Of course, we’ve been told with the arrest and conviction of John Gotti, the Mafia died. Now we just have to worry about foreign cartels, yadda, yadda…
First, please pray for the innocent victims and injured, if that’s what you do…
So many people were affected by 9/11.
Not all were the first targets and responders.
Here is one story:
Ms. Scott is probably familiar to many of you, especially if you lived in the 70’s. She was ubiquitous – on TV shows such as Mary Hartman Mary Hartman, Welcome Back Kotter, Ryan’s Hope, and movies like American Grafitti and Earthquake. I remember her guesting on The Mike Douglas Show, wherein she shared she was the (uncredited) dead nude body of murder victim Anne Mary Deacon – as she was lifted from her shallow grave, in Dirty Harry!
Being (mostly) single, and in my 20’s during the 70’s, I always found her attractive. So this part of her story saddens me.
Ironically, she died in Florida shortly after moving there from New York City to help an ailing sister. One day she collapsed and was in a coma for several days but awoke in the hospital and seemed to be fine for a spell. She was released two days later on her birthday. No explanation was given for the coma, but she seemed fine and in good spirits. Three days later she went to take a nap and never woke up. Cause of death uncertain despite an autopsy. She was cremated.
Her fiancé had been killed in the 9/11 attacks.
The mother of her fiancé said Scott developed a drinking disorder shortly after the the 9/11 atrocities. She says, “Debralee has cirrhosis of the liver from her drinking.” The actress’ sister Jerri Scott adds, “She never did get over Dennis’ death.”. (IMDB)
We got the bastard, and many of his crew for the terrorist attacks. But, are still fighting
wars police actions overseas contingency operations against the forces who are determined to topple Western Civilization and establish a caliphate, with all the fundamentalist Muslim trappings. Including Sharia Law.
How does one fight a war against a radical philosophy hiding within a religion, with no geographic boundaries?
We owe it to The Republic, the 2996 people killed directly, those killed indirectly, the injured, and their loved ones to find a way to stop this poison once-and-for-all!
Not to do so dishonors their memories.
Muhammad Ali (born Cassius Clay) is one of my childhood heroes. Not so much because of specifics (being a great athlete/boxer – which he was), but because he stood for something. And if his goals were boasts, he surpassed them.
By taking risks.
In spite of being a member of a controversial religious sect, he gave millions to charities for all races.
One of his biggest supporters was broadcaster Howard Cosell, who was unashamedly Jewish.
Hardly following the party line of radical Islam there, Mr. Ali. Good for you!
He passed yesterday from complications due to Parkinson’s disease. Not a serene way to go. Just short miles from a hospital wing bearing he and his wife’s name. For treatment of Parkinson’s.
“I AM THE GREATEST!” he used to boast.
Today is the 27th Anniversary of the ending to the protests in Tianamen Square, Peking, P.R.C. We all remember that famous photo of the guy and the tank.
Here it is, in a wider view:
Makes me think of the force of unfettered government versus the individual.
I wonder if he had heard of Muhammad Ali?
Even ONE of these heroes making this choice is unacceptable! (Day #2 of 22)
Today is the 21st anniversary of the passing of our daughter Molly.
We had been in an automobile accident the previous day, and I spent weeks in intensive care, the hospital and rehabilitation.
Molly spent one day. She was twelve.
I’m doing pretty well, considering. On disability – due to lymphoma. I’ve a roof over my head and a beater car and a supportive family and friends, some of whom I’ve met through these pages in the last five years.
Which brings me to the point I often make.
GO AND HUG THOSE YOU LOVE AND TELL THEM SO! Because you may not get another chance!
She was a terrific kid, and was going to be a terrific adult. But never got the chance.
She was becoming a shooter (who knew? :-)) and was definitely a Daddy’s girl.
She will always be Daddy’s Girl.
I Love You and Miss You!
(Well, Here We Are, March 5, 2011)
I’ve been posting something (sometimes
copied stolen from others, sometimes amended, sometimes original) EVERY DAY since March 5, 2011. Sometimes multiple somethings…
Along with a quote, funny, beauty and a You Tube clip.
What a long, strange, but mostly good trip it’s been…
I began blogging, as I’d been reading other’s blogs for about eighteen months (being on disability, and wasting time on the computer). It occurred to me “Hey, maybe I can find a woman who likes guns” this way?
I did. Unfortunately, the female gun bloggers I first found were in Idaho, Ohio and Indiana. If you didn’t guess, I’m in Arizona. So much for THAT idea! 😦
They became my Blogmothers™
This blog has seen me through good times and bad times. Loss and regain of benefits. Skin cancer (post recovery from lymphoma) and minor injuries. Loss of good friends like Mark Bell and Bob Hall.
But the BEST, and most surprising part, are the friendships I’ve developed through this medium. Who knew?
A huge thank you goes out to the generosity of people I only know through the Internet, who have offered me support, both moral and financial. And given me gifts! You know who you are…
I miss those who are no longer blogging, by choice or life circumstance – North, Matt, Maura, CoolChange, William the Coroner and many others. (If I’ve left you off the list and you are still around, please forgive me).
I am SO GRATEFUL for (in no particular order) Bobbi, Doc in Yuma, Ron, Proud Hillbilly, Paul, Kevin Baker and the other Kevin, Southern Belle and KX59, Tom, Biff, Keads, Bluesun, Wirecutter, Jim, Greg, Kenny, Quizikle, Sean, Irish, Jeffery and Wilson.
And especially Murphy, Brigid, ASM826 and Borepatch! And Judy, my roomie!
And my dear friend Dave the genius (who prefers to be called Dave the mechanic) who sends me multiple funnies daily to possibly include in the blog! And who – when he is in town – takes me out for Red Devil pizza! And who has been a loyal friend since 1973.
And to all you loyal folks who don’t blog or even leave comments but bother to stop by – THANK YOU!
I don’t know what the future holds, but I do plan to continue posting some useless nonsense daily for a while longer.
It gives me something on which to focus – a routine and discipline.
FIVE YEARS! Here’s to five more!
(Now, if I could just find that WOMAN!)
As I’ve aged, I’ve developed more of an appreciation for our military veterans.
I don’t know why, exactly?
Maybe it’s because, with my childhood Life plans having failed, due to my leg disability, I was unable to join the largest, least-exclusive club in the World (Service Veterans). And I’ve been able to observe, albeit from a distance, the brotherhood, camaraderie and sacrifice imbued in those men and women.
On previous Veterans Days (when I was employed) I made it a point to walk around on break and shake hands of those I knew had served and say “Thank You!” I know it’s not much, especially for persons my age who returned from Vietnam and were denounced as war criminals and spat-upon. And the Korean War Vets who were (and are) pretty much largely ignored by the media.
I was accompanying my roommate to another of her doctor’s appointments on November 11 this year, and there was an older guy (my age?) with the jacket and cap, embroidered with his service particulars. I didn’t see what they were. I made a point to walk over to him and shake his hand. It was the very least I could do.
After her appointment, J. wanted to get a bite-to-eat, so we stopped at a restaurant we sometimes frequent. And before our meal arrived, in walked another veteran. Also with an embroidered cap and patched jacket. Significantly older. A larger man, with silver hair. With his wife.
After they were seated and had placed their orders, I got up and walked over to them. I excused myself, apologized for interrupting, and explained I just wanted to thank him for his service. He smiled, shook my hand vigorously, and his wife beamed.
Then I saw the identifying patch on his sleeve.
I left hurriedly back to our table, so he wouldn’t see me cry.
For those not paying attention to the calendar…
And prayers and good thoughts for the victims, first responders and survivors.
And woe be to those who committed and continue to commit such heinous acts!
Originally, I was going to post today regarding The Declaration of Independence (link), and suggest you all read it, being painfully aware of the list of usurpations then, and now, perpetrated by
The Crown The United States government.
Then two things occurred to me. One – I’ve already written and posted much regarding said usurpations, and Two – I was in much need of guffawing (as I’m certain you are)!
With that in mind, here are some seasonal cartoons, some funny, some less funny:
h/t Dave the mechanic