I don't know whether or not the next US Presidential election will be between Governor Rick Perry (R-TX) and President Barack Obama or not. If character counts, the Zig Zag Man won't be re-elected.
Perry was never the paid companion to older men, I can tell you that. Obama, I'm not so sure. It is odd that he found people to pay his way for college and travel.
When I was that age, I was killing people for a living in the military.
Opus, I can guarantee you that I was never the paid companion for older men, never sold or used illegal narcotics and I think that my university attendance and grades are a matter of public record.
Obviously, I couldn't be president under the current standard.
LL did you have to ask? All of a sudden feel a bit older. I was a single mother of 3 by the time I was 25, eeking out a living for my children as a bartender.
And you were killing people. What the heck ever happened to innocence? Did it die with chivalry?
This blog has many elements and depending on your interests, may pique your imagination...or not. I urge you to be unreasonable. Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. The unreasonable persist in trying to adapt the world to themselves, therefore all progress depends on unreasonable people. The more unreasonable you are, the more likely you are to enjoy this blog. All men dream, but not equally.
If you're a socialist or a Marxist, you'll find that I poke fun at your absurd notions of "good government" on a regular basis. So you might not wish to follow this blog because you'll be offended.
John Locke said, "One unerring mark of the love of truth is not entertaining any proposition with greater assurance than the proofs it is built upon will warrant." I like what Locke said. We can't theorize without adequate information because when we do we inevitably twist facts to suit theories rather than theories to suit facts. In this blog and in my life, I try to maintain this perspective.
Either you believe in our essential spark of shared divinity, or you succumb to our human insecurity. Either way your conscience lets you slice it, the main thing is to earnestly do what is right at the time.
Today, I balance work and play as much as anyone can. All things remaining equal, play is more important. Life is short - it's important to make every day count for something, if only to yourself.
I'm a former tinker/tailor/soldier/sailor who has now decided that maybe it really wasn't all done for nothing.
Tits, Tiramisu, & Treviso
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On a recent trip to Treviso, I stumbled upon everything from fairytale
fountains with a cheeky twist to the birthplace of tiramisu. Between
wandering anc...
Been Gone Far Too Long
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I've been busy with life, work is great, family is amazing and I'm going
to aim to come back to my blog this year. I know I won't make it back here
dai...
In his Father's Footsteps
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Today my eldest grandson started his student enlistment in the New York Air
National Guard. He starts his monthly drills soon and will attend basic
train...
A rose by any other name...
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I've been busier than ever. And yet somehow, I still manage to find the
time to stare out of a window or become distracted with all the (hilarious)
meme's ...
5 comments:
I spent my twenties, in large part, in foreign climes. Often chasing ladies with names like Kim and Ming. Ah, youth.
Perry was never the paid companion to older men, I can tell you that. Obama, I'm not so sure. It is odd that he found people to pay his way for college and travel.
When I was that age, I was killing people for a living in the military.
Opus, I can guarantee you that I was never the paid companion for older men, never sold or used illegal narcotics and I think that my university attendance and grades are a matter of public record.
Obviously, I couldn't be president under the current standard.
I still can't believe we played this game in 2008, and while the perfect candidate he was not, Capt. John McCain took a better snapshot at any age...
LL did you have to ask? All of a sudden feel a bit older. I was a single mother of 3 by the time I was 25, eeking out a living for my children as a bartender.
And you were killing people. What the heck ever happened to innocence? Did it die with chivalry?
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