I am Starvin like Marvin. (I am out of money at this present moment)
When I open my fridge, I see two / three week maybe four old week old fried rice.
(But who keeps up with these kinds of things? “Concept of Time?” never been on my mind. I never take the time…to give a shit)
I’m just livin’ and dyin’ in three-quarter time…
No one would eat this
Y’all think I’m joking?
Here /Below is what is on my menu:
Three-week frozen in my freezer and sworn by me to never eat.
Funny how one can lose pontifications and noble Protestant-if-i-cantations when feeling them hunger vibrations… When it comes down to brass tacks, we all have a “purchase” price.
I was twce almost a Navy SEAL.
Bugs in food never bothered us (My Bud/s Classmates and me during Hell Week. We were always so hungry we would have eaten anything.
I am cognizant of the history of my country.
I have read extensively on the Death March to Bataan.
And as a mid-ample ‘Author’s Note’ dropped in here at ‘mid-post’: I know the misery of ‘Bridge Over The River Kwai.’ I know of what that meant. It was actually about a lot of bridges. A lot of rivers. A lot of torture.
Suffering unimaginable by today’s Snow-Flake-Standards. A lot of dead men. A lot of horror. I study history. The bullshit Hollywood version was just that. Bullshit. Sanitzed for your protection. Cinematically Good as it was, still bullshit.
I read the ‘first-hand’ accounts. Didn’t live them, but did not swallow the Hollywood Versions either.
If I must be compelled to eat rice infested and rancid,
I just remember.
I remember how easy my life is. Has been made so easy
By past American Heros.
I never forget
Fail to appreciate.
And there is no room for ‘complain’ in my game.
I will survive this.
I just wish I could whistle…
You’re Not From Texas!
How could you even begin to possibly understand?
We made of sterner stuff