Hello and thanks for dropping in to take a look at my blog. I’m not going to screw around with your time, or with mine. We have more important things to worry about than the sale at Nordstrom, what I ate for lunch or the state of affairs of your cat box. This is a zero bullshit zone.
I am a white, professional male living in New Jersey, and a vet. I live okay, despite the immigration, taxation and lack of representation in my current State of residence. I choose to live here, so I won’t ramble on about how much it sucks. Besides, like I said earlier, we have bigger concerns, you and I–genuine concerns that will affect us, permanently, for years to come.
I remember the first time I ever received a payment from the United States government. It was a rainy Sunday morning at Fort Benning, Georgia, about forty degrees, and I could feel the freezing Georgia rain running down my neck through my beat-up GI poncho. Why Bravo Company, 1/19 Infantry (Training) had to receive its pay outside in the rain, I will never know or understand?
When my turn came around, I walked up to the paymaster, saluted and rattled off my particulars. He handed me a check for $300-something dollars. That check listed my employer as the United States of America, and it had the Statue of Liberty in the right hand corner. Although I had given up much sweat, skin and blood for those $300 bucks, I had a lump in my throat, thinking about how much more I could have done.
Years later, I came across a welfare check. It was written on the very same stock.
What we need now in America are Patriots–Patriots who will come when the trumpet calls them.