Recently they have decided they know better and must be obeyed...

   Perhaps it is a constant cycle of poor education and struggling for independence and control of our lives, every history is man and woman and God. We have to know what is real, what has worth and as we grow older to elder the best for ourselves and the community. The big question about our Rights has returned. Some fool thought he could be happy killing the weak and unaware. he would be godlike in the blood bath of terror.

   It will all go to the basic need to control, feel in control, to be loved and acknowledged. Neither side is correct, perfect nor with the answer that will work more than a moment, time is always now and always on the march. The End is near. I know I am free of drugs because I don't use nor abuse them, all the protections of the government don't work. When I can obtain all the recreational and addictive substances, delivered to my door or sold to me the appropriate tax stamps and 'scientific' approvals the independence is only an illusion.

   My core beliefs are that God wills. I am not God, and although I meet wonderful beautiful and loving people and am thankful for their work and love, they are not God either. As I know I am a sinner, I know the government won't be better without more of my own participation and learning from errors of the past. I think I can be proudly humble of my sinning because I have been shamed and forgiven, and I am laughing at myself with that concept. I am old enough that I can't be swayed by name calling and noise about penis size envy and compensation by buying bigger better and gold plated assault style rifles. I know that my romantic life never improved with the purchase of an AR 15. Real romance having nothing to do with the size of anything measurable.

 Time flies while I ignored posting my blog, the folks at GooGle make my adjusting to rule under soul less adding machines impossible. The picture is from my 50th anniversary in March 2023.  

Okay, the preview was fine and I will try to return with a better post this weekend. Go with God. Earl
 

Easter Sunday what a beautiful day

  Children showed up at church, the Fellowship Hall was open for a picnic lunch. It was like Covid was a distant memory. The noise of happy people wonderful. Wife and her lady friends are off to sea weeding tomorrow. Erik Mose was wheeled up by his wife so he could talk, and we did, including how we would like to go shooting on Range 16 like the old days.

What is going on...

  Well, not much compared to the constant noise from the Media.  My son departs the Navy today, I realize my mother would be happy and wondering at his language and who all those folks on Face book are... that is very much like me, but I don't worry about not knowing each one of them and trying to be friends with all his friends.

Looking like he is comfortable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  I started to read the series 'World Made By Hand', By James Howard Kunstler. The books will be a fine offset from the media noise, most of which has nothing to do with our life. I like the tone and rhythm of the writing now will discuss more when I have two finished. There are four books.

  Bruce Willis is mortal, but difficult to believe when most of his performance has been on screen with commercial  interruption. And larger than life.