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I wake up, toss on some clothes, walk the dogs….make coffee, feed the dogs
Then I read the bible…..right now its Daniel, James and the gospel of John.
Shower, boiled egg and toast……Kiss the wife……
Head for the shop and STG!!!! pray that one of our contracts has come thru. We have two commissions in the works. Both will be done by this Friday….After that, there is nothing.
Yet the *shovel ready* bullshit continues to push along on the highways and byways at a snail’s pace. Union junkies sitting on their thumbs whist the Chicago teacher’s union strikes over cuts in a goram 16% pay raise…..
Damnation!!! I would be dancin’ just to get a 5% increase in contracts!
Obama,.meet this…asshat! — Rail, tar, feathers………and a slow boat to Kenya.
*SO!!!!* …….. “other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was your day?”
Eleventh anniversary already?
Egg-g-gzactly, Doug!
Guess my off the wall rant with the Lincoln connection to 9-11 was way too tangential.
….in fact, I will never forget sitting in my shop office with my father-in-law, crew chief on the carrier Lexington, (CV-2) when she went down in the Coral Sea. His normally florid complexion went ash white. Silence from a man who could talk the arse off a Howler monkey ensued…..as we sat stunned, shattered and changed.
Nothing has been the same.
It was as though all the long Viet Nam madness was distilled into one September Manhattan morning.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I suddenly realized this afternoon why I’ve been feeling ill today.
I heard some guy on the radio organizing a “do a good deed day” for September Eleventh and it pissed me off…
#1 Sven in Colorado: Just for that (and thank you), I might read me a little Bible tommorrow myself.
Yanno, that reminds me of this destitute guy who stumbled into a church one day… smelling to high Heaven, dirty and disheveled, and the priest asked him what the matter was…
“Well, Father, my whole life has crumbled. I used to be rich, but my company was stolen from me by nefarious means and I lost everything. I was on my way to kill myself when I saw this church, so I thought I’d give life one last try”
“Well, son, said the priest, there’s no need to go thinking those thoughts. Let me give you this Bible. It’s yours to keep. You will find the answer in there”.
So the guy leaves… and about a year later he shows back up, driving a brand new Mercedes, wearing an Armani suit, and sporting a Trophy Babe on his arm.
He hands the priest $10,000 in cash and thanks him profusely. The priest is taken aback and asks what was the occaision.
“Well, father, you gave me a bible and told me the answer was in there, so I walked down to the beach, sat down with the Good Book on my knees, and just let the wind blow the pages wherever they may land. And that’s where I found the answer.”
“And what was the answer, my son?”
“Chapter 11″
*fine… just hand me my handbasket now…*
…is another day.
I’ll be job searching. Make one or two visits in person.
Dreading the coming massive defense cuts coming unless congress and the senate start acting responsibly super quick–If tens of thousands are laid off, there won’t be any new jobs there for many years. Amazing how much more we can hurt ourselves than the terrorists ever did.
Finish writing a couple of articles for my new blog. =)
Update and print new cards and start letting peeps know about my in person coaching/consulting.
Still wearing my Mercy Band on my wrist with matching impressions in the skin from the last 10 years. Haven’t decided when I’ll take it off. I’m not working in defense anymore but still won’t forget.
In the morning…
I will listen to the names being called,
I will also go on, what looks to be a promising job interview.
Yet all day….
I will remember… I will never forget and I will STILL be a proud, conservative American!
MiT, ^ Luck with the interview.
I’m gonna make it a pretty quiet day. Contemplate while doing. No. I don’t want to talk much.
Thanks IiD.
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Wash my uniforms, cook some duck chilpote empanadas , and get ready to start my 7 day stint on the short bus responding to every idiot with a medicaid card that thinks if they call me they wont have to wait in the waiting room.I just love the looks on their faces when they get wheeled into the florescent light treatment.
I’m going to be reading everything posted to see if even one media source mentions the word Muslim.
I wouldn’t wish my memories of this day on anyone.
What I would like to see is someone compile all the lefty hate done to this country since.
I just might fire this obnoxious liberal bastard in my office. Last year he tried to organize some sort of Yoga / Zen / “Oo’Ohm” handholding session to mark the anniversary.
I don’t like today.
Crossin’ my fingers and toes for ya Melissa.
^^^ Me to #15 with the toes and fingers– if we all do that you’ll have many crossed toes and fingers^^^^If not for this one but for what ever there is to come.
Sven,
I am a little confused by your sentence about you/father-in-law/crew chief on Carrier Lexington/sitting in the shop when she went down? Battle of Coral Sea was 70+ years ago and if you had a conversation w father-in-law, were you married at age 5 or 10?????
Nowithstanding all that, I know from all my studies in military history that the Battle of the Coral Sea was THE most important Naval battle for America in WWII!!!!! Why? Because of the following reasons:
1. Lexington and Yorktown SAVED Australia/New Zealand from Japan!
2. Japs lost light carrier BUT damage we did to the other 2 Jap Fleet carriers (one because of ship damage/one from loss of its aircraft…) PREVENTED them from going to Battle of Midway in June 42—-resulting in four sunk Jap Fleet carriers!!!!!!
3. Thus PROVING to America that Japs were NOT invincible!!!!!!!!!!
Guess what caused Japs to change all their plans, and insert attack on Port Moresby instead???? DOOLITTLE`S RAID ON TOKYO in B25s from carrier Hornet; that is what!!!!! (…WE pissed all over the ONE thing Japs could not stand: THEIR PRIDE!!!!!…)
Sooo, if *I* had not been fouling my diapers, at that time in 1942, I would not have been white, ashened faced, but would have been jumping up and down, waving the American flag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But, that`s just me……
“…is anothah day!”
– Gone With The Wind
Colonel Jerry, Sir!
My grammar and sentence structure was unclear.
The inlaws were visiting us in Denver on September 11, 2001. Dad was at *MY* shop helping us with accounting problems.
Hell, I wasn’t even a gleam in my Daddy’s eye when the Lexy went down.
Dad Harrison was blown off the flight deck by one of the explosions and broke his back….barely survived. For him, seeing those planes pile into the towers must have raised up some awful memories.
He is now in his 95th year, still living at home with some additional in home home nursing care and an loving, aging wife.
Yessir, the story of the Lexington and Yorktown’s vital part in turning the tide in the Pacific theater is a good thing to recall.
Thank you.
Sven, I read it that way. Kinda like me and my Dad, drinking whiskey and his tales of Peleliu would seep out.
Thanks for sharing.
Nineteen flame-grilled pork ribs for dinner.