VETS

Does anyone even recognize the sacrifices that our Vietnam vets endured, and are to this day enduring. Diabetes, prostrate cancer and various skin disease. Their lives are ones of frequent visits to the VA hospital, and more often than not, a treatment, and no strangers to bad news.
In the 70's no one knew what Agent Orange would do to soldiers, it wasn't known what Dioxins would be capable of.
Being or knowing a Vet is not something to take lightly, or dismiss as just another guy somewhere...end of story. During the Vietnam war American males were drafted, in other words, you went whether you wanted to or not. There were some who joined, but the majority were drafted. I happened to be one who joined. two months of basic training, and two months of advanced training. Then straight to Vietnam. Then straight to a unit and into the field with 30 or 40 other guys.

Life was difficult, but it was never boring. There was unexpected beauty in the jungles, and unexpected terrors at times. But eventually that waned into a Jaded soldier that feared little. We did what we had to, and made friendships that would be everlasting. Now many are gone, having fallen to the effects of toxins that were little understood. Those that survive..... we just get through life the best we can. Some more fortunate than others. If you were never there, then it would be best not to pretend, because you will be as transparent as your alter ego.

I know those who pretend to be soldiers, wear the uniform and play the part, having never spent a day in the  military. Never spent any time in complete deprivation that was everyday life for us. They were the same people dodging the draft any way they could. A few guys from my high school class were drafted the same time I joined, but none of my friends went, not one. Am I bitter? Not really, they were just scared. At 18 and 19 years of age, it's a daunting prospect, I was 19. At that age, I had hardly been out of the Corona area, everything I knew revolved around my hometown.

Couple of bowls later...

Well....  I'm a couple bowls behind the times, but it will suffice for now.  I'v a good little buzz,  a bowl and some 'MR Boston' ...uh, Apricot Flavored  ---lol *flavored*  lol.... but it's not bad, and the buzz clean ..........

Perhaps the 'recipe' has been discovered, a magic blend. Colorful , patterns , all the fun ...ha ha ha ha...!


INNNNNhale-Exhale exhale hale ale le ........ take a breath.. 'LooK'  trip out, slide into the visuals. I'll tell you........ and in my mind this is all it can be.... hopefully.
Thing is, there are individuals that are so far above in  the 'smarts' dept, and if they are fully in tune,  let us hope they favor us. Lets seek them out..... Make them the pillars of modern society. The many faceted modern world, here. Let us follow wisdom, and apply scripture with a dose of horse sense in our  daily failings. Children........................... oh God I love you, you can't imagine the depth. I wish and give my everything that you would be in life......content, yet still competative. I was nearly the best, and at times ' the best' as in that Utah masonry company ....um.... uh.. it was .....a 'b' letter  ..    lets see.... Buxton... I think.... I think so..!!   Yep that was it.  Those were the days.. Lots of alters...lol... I was in Utah at the time, with Kimberly. The times were so prosperous, but they then became  thoroughly working months in Park City. But they led to sucess on the hill, and a lot of interesting claims in the course of building on the mountain... From Disney on down....   oh yea................ I kid you not...!! Well you can take solace in knowing that I'm feeling fine, and my mind is just loving you guys. So I feel the love part.  I knew I would have to go, but not this soon. But you know what...... I have lived a life where I could 'see' everything for what it was, for what it appeared. "I think, therefore you exist"...... But I hope your existence is full and continuous.  ...........................................................................

That's a weird one . From ATS forum May 8 12

From the ATS forum

Time traveler

He walked past me, and for a second asked me if I knew what the next holiday would be? I said sure, the forth of July....... how many more days he asked. I get so lost, if my head wasn't secured to my body, I'd loose it, god my brain's shot...... I told his it was a week and three days off, then he asked if I was going to shoot off fireworks, and I told him I always went to my neighbors for that. I didn't think anymore about it. He was standing at the railing facing away, watching the sailboats in the harbor. Then he said "I can't wait for the elections, who was my preference? I told him, anybody but Obama. With that he said "good day" and turned and walked down the boardwalk to the end where it ended in sand. He seemed to be looking around in every direction as though he was expecting someone, or trying to get his bearings. He was just another passerby. In a few minutes I would walk back home and mess with my shortwave radios, it was getting close to dusk, where reception would be just about at it's best around here. The guy was walking back up the boardwalk and I wondered what kind of job he had, his cloths were sort of a peculier uniform that I had not seen around the area. He also had a backpack that was kind of odd too, it was like something modular in construction as though it were an apparatus rather than a tote, and he seemed to be overly busy with it, as though he had to keep it in position at all cost. As he passed again, he said that it would be better if I left where I was setting, he felt like something bad was going to happen. It was about then that I thought he must be a new ager or some empath kind of kook, the beach was more than full of crazies. He asked if I could show him where a particular shop along the boardwalk was, and I pointed and tried to direct him that way, it's just over there and to the right. But he seemed intent on having me walk with him to show him exactly, and said it was really important that I show him. It seemed pushy and not a little strange, but I aquiessed and got up to walk with him down the walk to the shop. We were but thirty or forty feet away from where I was setting as we walked, when there was a crash behind us...... where I had been setting a palm tree on the cliff above had given way and crashed down into the very place I was setting. The bench was crushed and the concrete legs shattered. I stared in unbelief.... that was exactly where I was setting thirty seconds ago, I would have been crushed and killed had I stayed instead of agreeing to walk with this stranger. It was as if he knew it was going to happen and insistent I accompany him.. Strange, very strange indeed. He looked at me and said "I knew", I just did. By now this was more than just a random meeting, at least thats how I felt, something was starting to stirr questions about this guy, something didn't just add up. How could he just be there, and start a conversation about what time and what day it was? Something was questioning deeper than the surface, I was looking at the bench and the palm wondering if he actually knew ahead of time, and if so ...How?

Being Angalina

While nice bone structure has it's good points, it's worthwhile to remember as one looks into Angelina's eyes, she is looking out.... She is also thirsty to see beauty, to have that beauty adore her, to have it empower her, to be by her side. That beauty to her is Brad. Brad is everything handsome to her, the perfect look, matched with a personality that enchants her. When fresh and when worn, under fair skies or during the most gloomy of hours, she finds a soulmate to warm and encourage her. When she has doubts, Brad smiles at her as he always has, warming her mind and emotions, and she knows she is with a confidant. Are they so much different than the rest of us? Well yes they are..... in many ways their lives follow the usual needs of everyday life, but as they are called to action, they must release their gazes upon each other, they must let time pass apart. No matter who you are, or what you do, life is a journey that will return that that you put into it, that effort when you are worn, the extra mile you must accomplish before your day is done, and the sacrifices you must endure. When age comes and demands payment, only then will it be clear that beauty is only skin deep. It will be then that Angelina and Brad will cling to a life with each other that was beyond the expectations of all but a few, a very lucky few. Still their life will not be without heartache. There will be times of the passings of loved ones that make their mortality ever so clear.

I just like it.

Baa wid da baa, du bang a dang diggy diggy, diggy said the boogie, said up jumped da boogie. Baa wid da baa

Osama ......what else...!

Well it was yesterday tat I happened up at 3:00 am unable to sleep as is sometimes the way of things, when I sat down at the computer, punched the mouse to bring up the screen. Clicking on Yahoo, I then went to the facepage....... and spread across the front... was Osama Bin Laden Dead. Wow I thought, thats big news, or I might have thought Wow, thats good news. I was unsure until I would investigate this headline a bit. One of the very first things that I learned was that there was no body.........What!!!!, what kind of credability is this? Here we go again... Why would any thinking human being toss away the one thing that could verify their claim, unless there was No body and all the story was a fabrication. Koolaid drinkers blither blindly through life believing most anything they are told, even if it's fishy, as long as theres a reason for it's fishiness. And the true skeptic will believe little unless he or she can see, touch and rub their butt on it. That's a proper Skeptic. There were over the next 36 hours, that is , up untill right now, that a host of important facts came out, by news releases or ....by omission. This story was going to have to be 100% true and easily followed or there was going to be subterfuge after subterfuge. And thats what seemed to be appearing, nearly as fast as the story was unraveling.Simple solution..... tie up the loose ends, but there were too many, it was like the sand castle fighting the tide. Where was the body? if there was a body, lets see it, simple enough, but.... oh no..... we couldn't outrage the Muslum comunity with the gory photos because it was said he was pretty badly shot with the partial side of his skull missing, we couldn't take scenes like that..... Currious that we were such wimps, since when were we too sensative to be exposed to such scenes of death? In the vietnam war they were splashed almost daily on major tv stations, the beheading of our American citizen on tv live via youtube...... countless more scenes of death and destruction, many gruesome, and many who enjoyed gruesome pictures. It would lead one to believe we had lowered ourselves to the lothesome gladiator fights, the feeding of Christians to the lions, Caligula all over again. The insertion into the compound that disturbed no one, even with a helicopter likely getting tangled in wires of some sort and crashing. The aledged finding Osama and unarmed at that, the subsequent killing of all the occupants of the compound... truth or subterfuge? And top spot..... the quick stop to the car wash and dropping him overboard from a ship in the Aden sea. Again..... no pictures. This is the American government. They know what you do need and don't need to know. They know how to control you with the media. And you gladly believe, especially if its a Hottie anouncer or BaBaWaWa. Sad times we live in. all that we can really hope for is Judgment, when all secrets will be revealed and a harsh judgment for those who preyed on the Good. But we must endure it for a while and then With a Shout............All Eyes will See the Lord come in the clouds.