I am not worried about my perception of the government...

Nope, I am pretty certain that they mostly fools committing folly.

I am concerned in what the government's perception of me is... You see, I haven't up gunned, stockpiled tons of ammunition and SWAT equipment for normally beneficial agencies.  Nope, not I.

Nope, I am concerned that Medicare hasn't cured my cough and cold and stuffy feeling, my wife makes Lemon tea faster than I can awake back up to drink it.

I am looking forward again for resting another night away, picture is of my manly sleep wear. Sweating every night, so it get washed daily, sheets, pjs and Earl.

Nice to be under drone watch, to monitor my assault rifles and equipment. Just think my hacking uncontrollable cough is going to give my hide position away.

Although, I took a quick trip to stock up on necessary food stuffs this morning, the Sun was shining and the shelves were full -- I am passing the gun show in Puyallup this weekend and probably not shooting that target rifle either.

Back to reading and falling asleep as needed, The Forgotten Man.

Spring! so I may as well be ill...

I am cutting off the internet, much more, and if there weren't competing viewers in this home, I would dump the cable - have you seen how little good content is on? They do advertise all the medications, all the investments, all the bloopers, all the funniest home video, and just more than I want to tickle my fancy with - I certainly don't want to pay for any of it. See, my cell phone? No, you don't. I had one then after my cross country trip on the Trusty Triumph, I realized that I didn't NEED it, and never liked paying for it. So it is gone.

Seems I picked up my wife's cough and congestion, and I must rest and recover, I think Longest Day, Bridge too Far and we will see from there. Take care out there, I may not be monitoring, but I care. Your government is monitoring, but will never care - you are just a people of one. Yes, it is still raining, I have to clean out the gutters soon.

Looking at the YMCA

And I do look, really. There are all kinds of interesting people there doing the best they can to become mobile. It isn't like the Greeks with their body perfection, but there are some young ladies that must be pole dancers in some of the clubs - since that is such a small group to consider I can stop writing about them. The remainder are mostly old, fat, feeble and faint of heart. Like me.

Now in the weight room, and they have a great weight room, which I don't use, the body builders and weight lifters train up, there are some tattooed ladies in there also, like steel bands are their muscles in tone. I only play at the rope trainer off to the side, or Jacob's Ladder (which makes me light headed).

No, I use the boring machines, repetitiously. BORING! I normally start with the Rowing machine, I dream of sculling with Banacek in Boston, but am sure I would tip the craft and return to swimming for my life. Earl's coordination stops when using anything beyond the body. So sad. Still I try to do 10,000 meters, or if in a hurry 5,000 meters. That is my warm up. Good for legs and upper body - seems to do nothing for the core, but I could never tell, that belly fat is in the weigh (way). I walk a lap then go to the bicycle machine, an Expresso.com linked computer deal, and adjust the seat height, sit and open my account, to get credit and establish my ghost on which trail I ride.

Then I start pedaling, and Sweat, so that it drips off of my arms and face, soaking the floor mat and my gym outfit. Short route is five miles, but six is better and I like to adventure to ten and beyond, no hurry, when my wife is well, she is doing water resistance stuff. The video panel has interesting terrain to bike through, virtual competitors and cliffs to feel like you could drive right off into and die on the way down - the machine won't allow it, the bike stops off the road. Just not an All Terrain Vehicle.

I have to mop up after using the machine and recording my fine times, there are some real animals pumping pedals elsewhere that have produced many watts of power - could we supply the power grid? Not I, but they could link your machine. After clean up I hit the Eliptical trainer or the one called the Open Strider - they are similar but not the same, but I only do a mile or a little more on each.

Every other day or so I do weight machines, but lightly and none on legs, all core and upper body.

In the end, I am tired and desiring that hot shower and black coffee. So I am done, the YMCA has people sitting and watching, talking and always using some machine or exercise program, lots of classes that move the body, hard to soft. 

When I get young and beautiful I will come back and revisit this theme, but it will take much longer although with better weather I will be going outside to take care of the yard, too. The kilt fit well this morning - got to keep moving or that death by recliner will sneak upon me.

Rest Day

Sure Sunday is a day of rest, and worship. Time to regroup before hitting the life hard again. I do hope you all took advantage of it. My time at church was shorter than normal, my wife is still feverish and stayed at home resting. Or as much as she is able to, being her.

I was working hard on resting, even thought that writing a blog entry would be a bit much. I had thought to go shooting, but then the chill and wet turned that idea into less than joy - so I rested that idea on the procrastination pile. I watched Shaka Zulu instead. I really know how to enjoy a rainy Sunday afternoon, don't I?

To add a bit of different to my rest day, two war games played and won - the computer genius is always turned down at my home. Why is anyone watching an interrogation video on the news? I guess because I turned the silly electronic noise on. Fool that I am, time to make the gruel, looks good for a quick jog after. I am so old, so old, and so old.

I went off to Bremerton to speak about the Appleseed Project with the Kitsap Region Rifle Club.  There were about twenty-five members in attendence, well received and it only took me thirty minutes to present answer questions and leave materials so they could get back to important business.

Before the meeting, I had walked around campus, visited the library and took a couple of shots of flowers, it is going to be Spring soon enough.

I have nothing to offer but thanks for the blessings...

Seriously, my wife and I got up after a long bedtime talk and sat and talked some more, after I gave her a Happy Anniversary card. It is our wedding anniversary -- she insists we are getting steak and salad at noon, I have prepared the french toast and orange juice for breakfast... and I go to the YMCA, she goes to Korean drum class, and then I head off to promote Appleseed to the KRRC at the Sons of Norway Hall in Bremerton.

To survive what has to change?

I watched a FOX News commentator say that she never needed a gun to protect herself and she had lived in some very tough neighborhoods. She didn't like the words that a Pro-choice argument for having the opportunity was a good reason to allow people to have guns. I think the idea that she knows anything about guns is very like I know anything about illegal drugs - don't use them, so I don't know. My reasons for not using drugs are based on what I think I know about the effect on my ability to think, now I have been very drunk on alcohol and feel that drugs would distort my reasoning at least as much, and there is my personal struggle with addiction to smoking - so if there is a chance of messing my mind up or addiction I am not going in that direction.

So I guess she is permitted, like I am, to have concerns about people too stupid to protect themselves and others from guns - the same as I am concerned about drug abuse and addiction. But I don't speak on television, nor do I think the government is supposed to decide what people may do what things to themselves. I feel the government is only to protect the people from others, not try to modify behavior, nor protect oneself from their own stupidity.

So, to survive, I have to know what is a good idea, and what is a bad idea, and what is just foolish and should be laughed at... really.  So why are so many people in power, stupid, foolish or needing a lot of laughed at for the wrong way they drive the world? I can't trust them, they don't think well, have poor intentions and are causing more problems than they are worth. And to survive, one has to struggle against what will kill you, hurricane, tsunami, dam breaking, racism, anti-semitism, socialism, communism, fascism, caste system, injustice, equality and inequality.

To survive as a human, one needs family, community, clan --- but they all have to be someone you love enough to die for... notice that none of the elected politicians, nor all their agencies or employees of those agencies are people I love enough to die for... in case you wondered. For I don't trust them, and probably never will - they seem to think I will be beaten down to the point of trusting them and their fool judgement since they are in positions of authority - or that they can buy my loyalty by threatening to cut me off if I don't. But the only reason they believe any of that would work - is that they can be threatened or bought. The American Indian tribes trusted them, the Japanese-Americans trusted them, the freedmen trusted them - the Government, small groups that could not resist.

Doesn't matter, I will die, they will all die, and this government will fall or change or even revert back to what it should have remained. Something will happen, happily, there will be some survivors and they will begin anew.  What was true before the end, will still be true at the new beginning. So I figure, there will be people in power with stupidity, foolish ideas and needing a good roaring laughter when suggesting things that went wrong before.... The Gods of the Copybook Headings?