Right vs. Left—Left vs. Right—Spy vs. Spy: Who Am I?

“I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

(Ed. Note: This Post has kinda Gone off the Rails & morph’d into an Annie Lennox bit)

Sorry. Not Sorry.

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In most things Politic, I list heavily to Starboard.
But at other times I list slightly to Port.

My Ship Never straddles

The ‘Safe’ Middle.

I am ‘Complicated.’ As are all ‘Thinking People.’

I am delirious with pain right now.

Ignore me.
Wish I had some of the ‘good’ drugs…

Ed. Note: I know I have promised BOTH of My Faithful Readers to write some longer, better, substantial Shit,
But
This Screwed-up neck of mine, along with the accompanying pain makes it almost unbearable to bend over this
‘IBM Selectric’ Typewriter

C’est Moi!

for more than a few minutes at a time.

Now, returning to the subject meat of this matter,

(“More Matter, Less Art.”–Thank you Gertrude)

Was there a ‘subject’ ??
Oh Yeah.
Right vs. Left
Spy vs. Spy
Yin vs. Yang
Peas vs. Carrots
Madness

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My Adventure in trying to get published:

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Footnote:

I forgot I had left a glass of wine in the ‘head’ (Navy parlance for ‘Bathroom’); now I have a platoon of

Drunken Gnats

to add to my list of shit I must deal with.

Cheers Y’all!

PS
I just drop this in because this is MY Blog
And I like it.
So THERE!

(The Title…and the lyrics, are Slightly Germane and suit my narrative just fine)

And I find Annie extremely attractive

With or without makeup.

(Especially without her makeup!)

She’s a fucking Barbie Doll

Create your own fantasy; leave me to mine.

“This boat is sinking. Some things are better left unsaid…”

“You don’t know what I fear.”

“I used to be Lunatic”

I got better…

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No one will get this far, but I deposit it anyway:

Shared Street Cred Vid: ggarlick46

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Bonus Super-Duper:

Thanks to Kevin Bacon & kingofkungfu2002 for the share

Word-Press Distress

What I hear while on the telephone with WordPress Customer Diss-Me-Service:

WordPress, how do I hate Thee?

Let Me Count The Ways.

(This Make Take Some Time. Have A Seat. I’ll Get You A Drink)

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Hey WP! This Below could be dedicated from me to you.

(If you were worth-a-shit!)

Sadly.

You are Not

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Hey WP!!

Could Not (In Honest Conscience)

Dedicate Much to you,

But I DID Continue to Work at it.

Found Something

Special

Just for You!

Have a Nice Day!

Credit: Ashnikko

Lance Looks in the Mirror

First time in some years…

(Risky, Dangerous Enterprise? Yes?!)

Casually regards the visage staring back at him.

“Something’s missing,” he says.

Dons DEVO hat.

Yeah!

Hell yeah!

That’s the “Look!”

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“Maternity Flight Suits????”

Joe? Really?

I never watched the movie, “G.I. Jane”

(Because it was a farce and insulted the Navy SEAL program), but… come on Man!”

“Maternity Flight Suits????”

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(Maybe it is time for me to give ‘G.I. Jane’ a second chance. Cannot possibly be worse than the garbage coming down the pike these days.)

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I died along the way.

But at least I showed up.

Twice

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This post is in desperate need of some

‘Joni’

To talk me down off that ledge

I have found me Precariously placed on…

(or is it ‘upon’?)

Which is the ‘proper’ word?

Ask me how many fucks I give.

I write; therefore I Yam!

Just call me ‘Popeye!’

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Vid Cred: jmms429

Song credit: Who do you think?

More Face-Dork Shit: Vain Fantasy Shit

(Perhaps I will revisit this post and edit it …But I doubt that.)

Stream of unconsciousness

“I mostly write about my past. (On my TT&H Blog–and here too, I guess)

Recent past

Not so recent past

Some ancient history past.

All true.

All memories, My Memories, True Memories (‘Cept for the times I blacked out due to my propensity at times to… uh, well, ‘tis the fault of Jim (Beam) an’ his frens)

Some good

Some bad

Some devastating to remember and recount

Some glorious to revisit.

The one thing always constantly constant however is this:

They all make me feel still alive and kicking and looking forward to making new memories.”

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Things that inform your mind that you are over-the-hill, and of no further use to society:

1. You telephone your girlfriend of thirty – years

2. She has better things to attend

3. i.e., laundry

4. You try to telephone your most recent ex-wife, only to discover that your number has been placed on her ‘block all calls from this number list.’

5. You look around for your dog.

6. Then remember he died in your arms at the vet, ‘bout 18 months ago.

7. Then you just crawl into a corner

8. And Pray for Death to come for you soon. And then you remember that you are an atheist.

And Prayer probably won’t work for you.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but it is at this moment you come to the stark realization that you are properly fucked.

And all alone

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Warning!

Danger!

Danger Will Robinson!

Lance is DRUNK!

(Yet he writes anyway.)

Why?

Why?

Why? Oh Why!

Why do I pursue this vain fantasy?

I am cognizant of the paralyzed fact…

That I am drunk outta what is left of my mind.

But here is a clue and a nickel:

First the Clue: I don’t give a shit. (OK? We good with that so far?)

Second: I don’t give a fuck!

(Y’all ‘trackin’ now?)

Bravo!

Congrats!

(If Y’all don’t watch the below vid, I pity you.)

Vid Share Credit: Manosphere Environment

It’s a Fam-damily Tradition!

Fun fact:

Hank Jr, was three and change when when ‘Daddy’ Died.

But he milked it.

Oops! I Did It Again

Never Really Ever Been A Fan, But This Serves My Purpose Here
Thank You Britney

I’m not that innocent either

On FaceFuk

Transcribed in Below:

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“Just a generic observation on Social Media in General and Writing in Particular:

And for Ref: During the Vietnam War, and leading up to his resignation, President Richard Nixon preceded many public comments with the line, “Let me make one thing perfectly clear.”

So, Humour me for a moment, if you will. Let me be perfectly clear before I get too drunk to write this.

I have often said that I mainly write for my own edification.

And This is Paralyzed Fact/Truth.

But what I never say/verbalize enough is how much I appreciate & Respect My Readers.

A writer needs readers to get him to work on the next writing project.

(Simple Yin and Yang—Tits for Tats—Validations)

Not to blow my own horn too much (In spite of my façade and massaged image, I am a humble, shy man)

But here is some bona-fide truth:

(I work really hard at not posting garbage. I respect anyone and everyone who takes the time to read my ‘work.’ I endeavor to post quality content—lots of variety—lots of shit I search out and steal from the Internet—Yet I always credit the Original Poster whenever possible.)

Back to my point: Because I know that our finite time is not a thing to be squandered.

I know I ain’t Shakespeare, but (and trust me on this) I do put a lot of time, thought, and effort into my attempt to enrich your lives, Gentle Readers.

And Thank You Marvelous Much if you visit my Real Blog Page

And if you take some time to drop a dime and ‘comment’—You may have my First born.

(That is a JOKE—Justin Case You do not get my sick sense of humour.)

Visit texantales.com “I trust you will find comfort there.”

(I stole that line From The Wonderful Movie, “The Dresser.”)

Google it.

Not you Johnny—You already know…”

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THE LIVING END