Must Re-Re-Re-Post This Be-Cuz I Am Still in ‘Celebration’ MY U.S. NAVY Mode! Added Some Little Bits (Mostly About Sub-Mariners, But Who Cares?) About Them! The Bravest of the Brave. Try Spendin’ Three Months Under Water. See If YOU Survive With Some of Your Sanity Still Alive.

…And I find it ‘timely.’


“Dear (fill in the name) I am so sorry we are apart, but you see, I am serving… something, something greater, something important, something, some power, Uh, My ego. See you soon. Love, Lance”

Away from my Homeland.


I have.

My Choice.


Sometimes in Service of my Country.

Sometimes in Service of Lance.

But, always, always, In Service  of That Great American Dream.

I came home from Iraq in ’09.

Went to Kandahar in ’11.

Came home late ’12.

Guess what?

There is no American Dream no mas.

The Bureaucrats killed it. 

I am a Patriot.

I love my country.

I served my ‘Country’.

But now, I do not recognize my country.

Now, I am leaning to socialism.

This post is but a beginning.

I am not gonna bore y’all with Lenny and Sarah, and bullshit anymore.

I am gonna bore you with reality.

The Reality.

Stay tuned.

For those of Y’all ‘Fraid of the NSA, well, bow out now gracefully. I have no fear, but I am old and have nothing to lose. And to quote Bette Davis: “Fasten Your Seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

And, Yes! I am not stupid. I do recognize the dichotomy of the diametrically tria-metrically opposed points of the two three FOUR songs I present below for your perusal. You must sort out your own feelings.

Now, some would argue, “Lance is just living in his past; he is craving for the days when Revolution was a real possibility”

Some might say that.

I say, “There is no better time than the present, to take it up; because things now, are really fucked up.”

“Wake up!”

Wake the hell up, America!

My Country!

I love My AMERICA!


Cred For Vid: I cannot Find! Let Us Just Call Him “A Patriot”

I never Cared Much for “Bubble Heads”


But They Were My Navy Brothers!

They Called Surface-Ships ‘Floating Targets’

This Always Pissed me off!

“A Floating ‘Target’ That Can Send a Missile Right Up The Ass of a Camel from Two-Thousand Miles Away

Or Your Ass!

No Remorse!

No Regret!

Just ‘Business’

Navy Business!

My Belov’d USS Callaghan DDG 994–Guided Miss Destroyer of Your Worlds

Catch The arrogant, vain ref?

Did Not think so

Please Allow Me to Help YOU Out:


My Belov’d USS Callaghan! DDG 994!

We had ‘pointy things’ fore and aft.

Fuck around with us:

Find out!

I truly do.

I truly do LOVE My Country

And all SHE Means to Me



“Somethin’s Happin’ Here.”

(And it’s PISSIN’ Me OFF!)

There are people in Gaza: REAL PEOPLE.

Author’s Note:

“I’m Drunk and out of My Mind!”

In Other Words…

“My Mind Has Left The Building”


As a brief, probabably racist aside…

(I had family stationed at Pearl Harbor–Back in that Day)

I remember some time we spent on shore leave in “Fuck-Yo-Mama,” Japan-Land.

I was sitting in a bar and some Jap asked me if I was ‘associated’ with the ship tied up to the near pier

I replied to the affirmative

Then this Jap Asshole asked me if my ship carried nuclear weapons.

I said, “Maybe yes. Maybe no, but watch your ass. History has a tendency to repeat.”

He took that as his cue to exit stage left.

And left.

In some hasty haste.

I returned to my almost negated, neglected affectations of my interrupted Saki Expectations

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