She's gone, gone, gone....

Temporary bachelor in the house... dangerous times. Earl doesn't do well all alone. Eat too much, watch too much television, wander around bumping into walls, best find some really good reading.

The Blues will be blasting as I find nothing of interest on the television, don't have to look at the Blues on cable, just listen.

I do get to find a job, maintain the home and yard, and do some more thinking about thoughts. Hope I survive.

I will be married well again on Saturday evening, although I am even now a very married man. What ever that is worth, I will cling to it and the memory and the promise. I do pray she is safe and has a great trip with her church friends and the Canadians.

If I don't show up here for a bit, not to worry, I will be trying and that means might not be safe in crowds and confrontations. I will attempt to be a nice guy.

I like to think I do well speaking in church

Mostly because I am a quiet loner, and I don't want to bother others, and I like firearms and shooting... all those things that just aren't right. The many prayers and subjects of discussion were of God's love and our purpose and what we must do for His Glory. Regular reinforcement of better behavior through Bible Thumpin'. There were several special moments of prayers for the fallen, the lost and I added Mayor Bloomberg that wants to saddle the entire nation with New Yorks' version of Constitutional avoidance and their success story in low murder rates, suicide and accidental deaths. I always would have prayer for the shooter of the innocent, he also needs saved. At least he doesn't have to watch television coverage of his stupidity.

I am sure that nothing I have said today will take any pain away, support the People, the Constitution, or the government goodness. But two conversations stuck in my mind, one with a younger fellow that was Famous, and now I know his name - he is even more Famous - leads some Christian cell group, plays a bass (I believe) and husband and father of two daughters. Anyway, when I mentioned that I was going to pray for the end of television he responded that they had canceled their cable - because Disney wasn't family oriented any longer, and many other instances where Satan is in charge of the box. He didn't say it was Satan's box, but immediately understood the term.

Another older (like me, much older) man and I talked about what was wrong with America and what happened in the midnight movie madness  -- he listened and we discussed that in the America that we had thought we were growing up in when we were young, that would not have happened. People would have done more to stop it. My recommendation of mobbing the monster isn't going to be quickly accepted, but just the front two rows of patrons could have made a major difference in suppressing his fire and affect on the audience. Have to be willing to die to kill the shooter. My basic qualification for becoming a leader that I would follow, someone willing to take the bullets so we could take out the machine gun position. Tough call, tough job and you can't buy that. We really have become victims of the Politically Correct Bullies that haunt the elite and the media telling us how 'they' are only correct and get the experts to handle it.

Where are the bodies buried?

Every so often, I step off the treadmill and pause. Looking around and wondering how I got there. Seems that I have been looking deeper and finding more failures.

How do you decide that was a fail? Remembering circling an island in Panama a couple times before I realized I wasn't going straight - there were others hoping I knew where I was - I was only close. It must have turned out right, I am no longer in Panama. Lovely jungles.

All of us have stories, things happen, but we are so lucky that we aren't mobbed by television reporters asking how it feels to be shot at and hit. Did you think you were going to die? No, the question I always had was 'Lord, what am I doing here?' especially since I had chosen that profession.

I owe three Airborne berets and one set of Mickey Mouse boots and that is only the tip of an iceberg of things that I didn't do the way it was supposed to be done. People trusted me, and it was a fail. Don't want to pick at the wounds, but they do make me less than what the Lord intended,  Lay down my burden, down by the riverside...

So why do you carry your gun to a movie?

Same bad things happen there as outside the clubs in Seattle.

I guess I am not going to the new Batman movie.

Questions are being asked, and all will be answered - one day. If you have prayed you may have the answer sooner than those watching the Special West Coast edition of Good Morning America. A suicide bomber would have killed many more, but no death is good.

I am interested in the reactions of the media, lust for exciting content. The President speaks - he did get to the horror and the importance of family, and love. The light chatter on the internet: are you carrying a flash light to help you find the shooter?

First, you are involved in an attack - trained personnel attack back immediately and vigorously... if they recognize the threat. That leaves 99% waiting for someone to help.

You aren't trained, but finally realize this is real - get down and out of sight out of harms way.

Think clearly (please this is important) Panic will only work if you can flee faster than the predator can catch you, won't work with a pack of wolves or pride of lions.

IF YOU WERE CLOSE TO THE SHOOTER GO PILE ON THE SHOOTER. I expect this will not happen much, we are watchers now. Some one will take out their cellphone and start streaming video to their friends (I only imagine that could be where all those clips come from). When I was young and someone started trouble, you had to jump on him quick to change his focus (on his pain hopefully) but now we are told that violence is bad.

After the shooting stopped and the lights came on, people helped.
As they should and do best. Trying to restore order in their lives. I like that, people helping and taking the dying and wounded to the hospitals. Best effort to a good end.

There will be calls for this and that, from all over and worry about how we can get it to stop. It is too much like tornadoes missing one town, and destroying another. No matter what the talking heads and all the experts in every point of view... pray for all the lost souls, reach out and help and assist and get right with God.

There were Police with firearms there, they were ready for crowd control and maybe some fool gang bangers posing after the movie. They were not thinking combat zone. When they saw the shooter, they did what they were trained to do, apprehend and gather evidence, and crowd control.

For those carrying concealed. It was dark, smoke, people in panic, if you were there what could you have done? Carrying raises the level of your responsibility, carrying at all means you could take appropriate action. And in the end, the lawyers smell blood in the water, are they going to do class action suit against Midnight Movies?

Time to read Job, an annual mission of self and God...

Thank you very much for your attention.

But remember best friends, young men, and even self haven't got the answers, or the TRUTH!

Don't you love moments of clarity? The lights go on...

I don't want to jinx myself, but I have been starting to feel normal, must be because I am adjusting to OLD, or it just takes a little longer to get better from terminal illness called life. But thank you all for your good thoughts and prayers.

I have been spending way too much time on the computer and watching mindless television, watch enough and you are guaranteed the mindless. I mind less than I ever have in my life. Luckily my wife just thinks my hearing is gone a little farther away. She often forgives me, all my known faults.

I have mentioned before, Facebook, and the game CastleVille, the Government and why things don't work... or I think I have. But as I found myself discovering in the darkness of Gloom a new shadow, and there has been some foreshadowing of the new quest/adventure/efforts of the game designers to suck me into the impossible and their goal of making money from my participations.

They do offer the game free! They allow you cheap exploration to suck you into straying from your mission of cleaning up the other three areas of roots, slime, or rocks -- at the same time you are adventuring to re-float a pirate ship on an exotic island. That is a lot of stuff, and for some crowns (which you can pay real dollars for) you can cut corners and get on to the next big thing.

Well, I decided that time I have, so I opened up the block and found a giant. All I have to do is make his life feel worthy, so a magical birthday party is just the ticket. Which means diversions from the stock piling and creation of the weapons needed to destroy the bad guys and gals and GLOOM. Which are not really EVIL characters, they just love the Dark.

Since I was faintly listening to the news that Mitt Romney is a man that lies and could be a felon... the light came on. The game is the politics of our government. Free to play, lots of quests and adventures and 'feel good' moments and surges of fervor uniting the masses of mindless. EXACTLY. THE. SAME.

The rules of the game have never been read by me, I have read the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, but the little sets of rules in business and work, the piles of regulations designed by the government and game designers are to be ignored, they only slow me down and divert my attention and energy from my objectives. Both the politicians and the game designers don't worry about my goals - they know if I had a life I wouldn't be paying attention to them. Kind of why the general information of not being cruel in your killing in combat, make sure that non-combatants aren't taken out of season -- is ignored in legal terminology, understand not wasting rounds on that that isn't threatening me or my operation. Sadly, the same self-centered thoughts mean I don't cuddle save nor comfort those that don't add to my immediate combat op. That can come after I win the battle and am cleaning up. AFTER.

The politicians in our (?) government, and the game designers will completely not miss my participation in their puzzle places, real or virtual. They are already sure they know and are the experts.... and the government keeps sinking into debt, more regulation and the game keeps having fewer players, fewer playing longer because of frustrating wading in muck and murk. The politicians and game designers believe that they will be in control and successful as they wear out the players patience. Have you had enough yet? They only want your money, participation, and if it all falls apart you can't blame them, because they were trying.

So old, just don't pay attention to the old guy in the...

corner.

Personal opinion, he should get a more deadly pistol, or not. He was the only person willing to attack while waiting for the law to take charge. Nice to know they don't think his actions were racially motivated. Nor has anyone covered this story as "suicide by gray haired concealed carry nuts" or "how to go out with several bangs". Decided lack of Main Stream Media frenzy. Thank him for his service, both perps were wounded and will live to become choir boys or Republicans.