So there I was...

and then you add the war story to your listening audience's pleasures of things they can only imagine. Lucky that we can only imagine, we do have some very vivid imaginations. They slide into our dreams at times. Last night I had a great one.

Not that I haven't had dreams of military operations and war before, but this time I got to explain to children in my language about germ warfare, hazmat suits and liquid and gaseous toxins. Lovely, sad, dream... normally all activities with children I have experienced in war zones are between spells of combat, although I did notice the scars and missing limbs, they still laughed and had smiles and a sense of play.

Don't know why the dreams, but it did disturb me, the combat zone was in America, better pray and work harder that day never comes again. Take care out there and reach out to mothers everywhere - no matter what the media, political pundits, and current selfish culture think -- Mothers are the only civilizing force in the world, worth loving more than they receive.

We want to feel so superior to those unfortunate....

I was wondering why dollars count so much, they aren't what they were when Lincoln worked for a dollar a day, and those were long days. They are easy to count, they are useful, but really if they were made of lead and you had to count, carry and protect them - they would quickly be too much.

When I was in uniform and off to fight the godless Communists, I was often looked down upon by those that successfully avoided uniformed service in their nations' defense. And so many from the political leadership of the last many years were them. Now they thank me for my service, should I thank them for not messing up my military? They really were superior to me, they make more dollars, they don't really have to think about getting killed and their family going on without them, they are secretly smug now. Watching what has happened to the culture and the media and the direction of the country unless something very different is done... I am glad they weren't in uniform with me.

It will soon be Memorial Day, and if you don't have one of your own to think about on the real day and the observed day... there are many names on walls, plaques and lists of those that didn't come home alive. I have one that died on Bunker's Hill in 1775, he had lots of daughters that carried his memory on. There were, like all wars, people in power and position that felt superior to the combatants in Boston that year; smarter, safer and sane... and not in love with their fellow men, country or cause to risk anything and everything to advance into tomorrow better than yesterday. Memorial Day, remember the fallen that gave their lives so we could be so superior to those that never served, never risked. Do we have something worth dying for? 

The President is coming to get more money...

We are really excited here, the savior of so many is coming to Seattle to get more money, a thousand dollars for a seat in the theater and for five thousand a signed picture with the President. Needless to say, Earl isn't going to be putting any of his money into President Obama's war chest. Another example of misuse of the word war.

When I was a young man and worked in a bar/restaurant, I found my first openly (more or less) homosexual. A college student working as a bartender, he lived upstairs and would take his partners up for a quickie. Now I was impressionable and it stirred strange thoughts about Catholic Men's colleges, truck drivers, and homosexuals. I wasn't even interested, and don't see anything arousing in the mental images of what such activity looks like... but I didn't beat him up, either. Beating up was more my expression of fear or focus on problems needing solutions. Amazing how innocent one is when young.

I have had many years of wandering the world, and so have by my count at least three more encounters with homosexual men. At least. But then I don't really worry about the sexual orientation or availability of people or persons. I do think that adults that prey upon children have real problems, my immediate answer is to beat them up but there are still laws against that conduct - once was against homosexual conduct. It has been thought to be a defect for thousands of years. But then killing other humans has been considered a defect and I made my living doing it for the government.

The government, ah, well it must be okay if it is legal - to the dead it doesn't matter if it was legal or not. Only the living seem to care, those that have survived then close that off and go on to the next. The government wants you to believe they are the real god in morality, law, and goodness -- but the truth is they aren't. They are doing the best they can, but Iceland went bust - is rewriting their constitution and reinventing their survival. Hmm, the whole thing in failing countries seems to be no one is responsible and willing to accept blame, lay down their power, and allow The People to fix everything.That it is happening in Iceland is not in the news, because Ron Paul isn't drawing any crowds there and it could never happen in America. ???

The government wants to enclose your life and activities in its power for its benefit. So there are laws, strings that attach and pull you in proper directions. They are only for your protection and if they are pulling where you were going it never is a problem. Having had my personal experiences with my girlfriend/wife and the government goodness at many times in my life - I think government anything to do with my relationship with my partner has been extreme, unwanted and totally un-needed! Except they tied all kinds of benefits to a LEGAL relationship, that is how one gets the candy, or the drugs or the benefit... make your life legal.

Then denies benefits to slaves, women, others, and those kind... now God, the real one not in government, wants everyone to love everyone - which has more to do with being willing to die for them than a temporary sexual gratification. God wants humans and all life to reproduce and be fruitful. So then you want to know if God wants homosexuals to live and love? Well, when He wants them to die, they do. They get to stand in His judgement, and I am certain that the Devil wants everyone, too. The government only worries about its power and your votes - so defining marriage has nothing to do with sin, evil or goodness... just votes and benefits.

So, I realize that the President believes that homosexual couples should be allowed to marry, and you need to know that I believe that the government should get out of the MARRIAGE business entirely. Just seeing a foreign soap opera program, a mother telling a young lady that marriage isn't just between two people but between families, so if the families can't join the marriage can't be. Since the modern western world has done all they can to destroy the family and the natural strength of such (allowing the government more power to provide and protection). Where are we going?

To everyone out there, hang on to those you love, do wonderful things together and for each other -- but get out of the idea that government is a solution to your problems, less of it might be... having said that, all you serving in the military may you do great things for all the best reasons and know you aren't forgotten, and my prayers go out for you to go with God.

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So you want to change, really?

Noted that the people of France voted for more government goodness, that Greece is headed that way and the Americans are going to vote in November. Picking the one that will be good for you, hmm...

How do you do that? Do you pick your bank on hope and change? Do you pick your vehicle on sex appeal and status? Do you throw away you unwanted children when they become impossible teenagers? Do you pick your doctor based on restoring your best years? fewest wrinkles? less fat but more filling?

When I was much younger and foolish (but seldom admitted it) I drank mixed drinks - normally something and Coke. I did finally stop the drinking, when I figured out that drunk didn't look good on me and wasn't adding value to my life. I don't think I need to stop everyone's drinking - just my own and I did. 1972. If I had stopped the sweet drinks and soft candy at the same time I would be richer and  better off. We do make choices and not all the best ones every day and all the time.

During the same teenage years I found out that wife swapping was becoming popular, married couples swinging. Lovely concept for folks that wanted to be hip. It is called adultery in the Bible, seventh sin and really condemned for various reasons by God and Man and all its victims. There are champions of choice, Playboy and others in the gratification industry, and it was the original sin - to taste the fruit of knowledge and blame it on the woman, or the serpent. And for some reason politicians aren't recognized for how hard they work to provide you an Eden, with plenty for all, that comforts your every need...

I have held that I don't trust government goodness, they have been between me and happiness too many times. But you need to understand that I do make choices, and at some point those choices make my life - wonderful, better or as it is and not going to blame it on any but I. I don't watch Wife Swap, or other such shows - I think I have successfully dodged the 'reality' show foolishness - I live in reality, and pretend is a child's game in growing up. Tell me a story.

Tell  me a plan, watch mine  - the plan for our lives is always in motion, sometimes with music and often in the lights or the darkness. Just have to watch out for that serpent trying to get you back into a version of the Garden of Eden. I like to work for my bread, but some folks think I need to work for the bread of others, or that I lust for their children or their power or position.

In my humble opinion one of the best of the commandments, not to covet thy neighbor's... 

A name and the design...

  There is a slug on the porch step, I don't have its name to call it by - so I call it 'slug' and tell it to move on before a bird or my wife spots him. The slug probably didn't notice me or that I had addressed him, since his world view and purpose has so little to do with mine. But the slug is designed to fit a nitch in the cycle of life in the Great NorthWest, North America, planet Earth, Solar system and this galaxy. You do know the name of the slug or the galaxy, don't you? In what language or culture? You probably don't spend any time talking to slugs or trying to properly name the galaxy for postal delivery from intergalactics.

  It is not more than a perception but that was my slug, and it is my galaxy, my world and my life - temporarybut at this moment it is all mine. Given to me by God to make the very best of and use in love. Would be good of me to share it with you all, wouldn't it?

  Science and medical artists tell me that when I strip away the slug, the universe and all that I wasn't born with I am no more than the DNA and organic matter arranged by its design. It was a great design, so able to do more than I had ever thought, to survive where it was tough, to give and aid other organisms. To love, to be, and I have a name. Call me Earl, know that I am William Earl Dungey and have been called, sometimes falling short of the glory of the designer and the design, but I am trying.

Often noted on my blog, there was no government goodness used in the production of the name, nor of the design - just in the artificial limits placed upon it by well meaning officials in positions of limitless power, wish they would procrastinate about a hundred years. 

Don't get around much anymore...

Do you hear the music to that tune? It is Children's Day, Cinco de Mayo (which is a Mexican celebration of a victory long ago), and my wife's birthday. I made the bed and turned on the dishwasher, she has a guest coming this morning at eight, so she has to finish cleaning before that. She is still recovering but duty drives her.

I finished the King Arthur tale, will have to go back to the End of Sparta. Bury meself in books, pretend that the world will be well or even better when I stick my head back up. It won't be, but it will also pretend that everything is fine. It could be that many of us glued to our entertainment devices (yes, books are an entertainment device) will all pop our heads back up at the same time, look around and start fixing what went wrong. But don't hold your breath waiting for it.

Until then, remember to go out and cut the grass, sweep the walks and clean the gutters, and hug your significant other - if you are alone, give yourself a big hug - we all deserve one for our better being.

Quiet day, and that can be a good thing...

My wife is ill and resting, I shopped and bring her what she needs when she wakes - tea and chicken noodle soups mostly, some apple juice. I listen to music and read about Gawain and King Arthur, long ago and far away. I am on the second of Gillian Bradshaw's telling of the story and noticing that the best of those tales is done in the period of time before the lights all went out in the Roman Empire. But the book reminds me that they were going out and the stories are of a futile effort to hold back the Darkness, but the Dark Ages were well on their way. The Civilized Roman world had fled towards the Greek one and allowed the barbarians to have the leftovers of old Rome. Sometimes we get to dig up something from then, and turn it into a tourist site. I have been to one of the places unburied in the dust near the volcano, If their lives were so wonderful, that they had little to be proud of beside their love of sexual play, bloody entertainment spectacle, the arts, wine and wit - well, I didn't see it pointed out to me there. Not strong enough to put on their armor, sharpen their spears and fight the traveling tribes - no, they hired that done. Pay ransom, commerce and more taxes for more German Legions, since Romans were much too important and wealthy. So if there were a warband in Britain after the last legion left it could be the basis of the Legend of King Arthur, what will there be in our future as the lights go out?