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Regurgitated Shi… N/M. “Facebook Philosophy” (One of the Vids Got Sucked Down-The-Memory Hole–Perhaps I’ll ‘Fix’ That Later, But Please Do NOT Hold Yer Bated Breath)

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And I DO Apologize for Word-Press. Whose Total Tonnage Of Inadequacy Would Sink The Mighty Bismarck

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WOODSTOCK! I Would’ve been THERE, But, ALAS: I Had Been ‘Grounded’

Not to Mention The Paralyzed Fact That I was Too Young to Have a

Driver’s License

Max Yasgur’s Farm

Or…

“Find The Cost Of Freedom”

I Cannot Find The Orig Poster To Credit.  Fuk It!

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I Recently Posted this on Facebook (not sure why)

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“To All My Facebook Friends:

I love to ‘share’ stuff.

(This is the ‘primary purpose’ of FB as I understand it)

Some of the things I ‘share’ are good.

Some other things not so much.

But I share anyway. 

Why?

  1. Because I can

  2. Because I want to

  3. Because it makes me happy.

  4. Because I am ‘generous.’

  5. And I try to make people happy (If only for a moment)

Yep. I am generous.

To a fault.

I will give you the shirt off my back if it will do you more good than me.

I will give you my food, my booze, my car.

I will give you almost anything I own.

Because I do not care about material things.

The only thing I will not give you is My Life.

(There has been only one time I was ready to give my life for a friend, and that happened one Labour Day back in the Early Seventies)

I am older now and hopefully somewhat wiser.

And have become so ‘loving jealous’ of my life of late.

“Life is for learning.”

–Joni Mitchell

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(Just for reference in case you are new here):

https://texantales.com/2022/09/13/cowards-die-many-times-before-their-deaths-the-valiant-never-taste-of-death-but-once-w-shakespeare/

https://texantales.com/2014/01/30/cowards-die-many-times-before-their-deaths-the-valiant-never-taste-of-death-but-once-w-shakespeare/

Just a little more “added value”

If you have come this far,

You must surely know by now how much I love Joni.

Original “Woodstock”

Song.

Sung by

A Poet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRjQCvfcXn0

 

 

A Rare Gem

A Treasure.

A Woman (of Heart and Mind)

An Angel.

(There is no thumbnail)

Trust me!

It is Joni!

Watch and listen!

Try this one:

(These two below, actually)

There is never enough Joni in my World.

If you do not love Joni,

Well,

You have probably taken a wrong turn at

Albuquerque.

And should not be here.

Go back to California.

Or Egypt.

Or Cat-Man-Don’t.

Or

Whatever Planet You Call “Home.”

These days.

I Love You So Much Joni!

Oh Fuck it!

I will revisit this when I am sober.

Fuck it!

WordPress is obviously 

Broken.

WP and I have this in common:

We are both…

Broken.

Fuck it!

“Is it all books and words? Or do you really feel it? Do you really care? Do you really smile. When you smile?”

 

And since I am rather fond of complete sentences

(and closure)

I just feel compelled to drop this bit in.

(For those few, those happy few, who actually “get” me.

And my sense of humor.)

If I keep dropping mindless shit into this post, I am going to lose my fucking mind.

But I suppose this “Post” Was All About Some Of The Favorite Things I Love To Share.

Now.

Fess up.

Wasn’t it?

Fuck it.

You should not have come this far.

Go Away.

(This one is just for Lance.)

Vid credit: Boston 4 Evaa

“Say, can I have some of your purple berries?”
“Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now. Haven’t got sick once.”
“Probably keep us both alive.”

I keep ‘sharing’.

But that was the entire point of this entire exercise.

Now,

Wasn’t it?

And just to tie up this thought process…

“Few of My Favorite Things.”

Someday, this post is gonna end.

I am gonna keep milking this cow until she be dry.

(Yes! I am insane!)

Please try to forgive me.

Or not.

Really do not care.

At this point.

“Sharing is Caring.”

Laughing out LOUD!

(I do NOT Subscribe to the “Social Justice Warrior” Magazine.)

‘Cuz I am an asshole.

But then, you’d know that….already.

Thank you if you have read this post.

I am not so much of an ass that I cannot appreciate any time you have spent here.

Thank You.

“Guess I’ll set a course and go.”

ZERO FUCKS GIVEN!

Oy vay!

Preach On My Brother!

The Church of ‘Fuck You’

https://www.scribd.com/book/485845652/The-Church-of-Fuck-You-Holy-Shit-Edition

Perhaps Worth A Re-Look/Re-Read. Then Again, Perhaps Not. Read At The Risk Of Your Own Annoyance.”Uniquely Random Memories from the Middle East Continued”

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“We made love in that birdhouse after sundown. And with the door open. And why not? We were young. (And we had all that ‘Diplomatic Immunity’ bullshit to boot)”

Thus ended my last ‘serious’ transmission regarding my recently orphaned series, bits of which may be found here  here  here  here…

WordPress is not Facebook and I would do well to remember this, yet if memory serves, the above is indeed how I did in fact, end my last sober transmission regarding this never-ending (Insha’Allah) story I still call without shame or sham, My Life.

Guess what Friends.  I am gonna end it now. Hang onto yer butts.

All true, but I have a tendency to grow bored with my own writing and this does not bode well, well…

I have just recently been returned from my Sabbatical, (kicking and screaming) which was spent in some dark happy place looking for answers.

Finding none, save one, I have returned to these pages more or less now unobstructed and with fresh thoughts unobscured.

“Whatever does he mean, “Unobstructed”? “Hey Y’all! Come look he’ah! Lance done lost his mind!” (a-gin)

Means, Dear Readers that I am just gonna tell “THE TRUTH” from now on. Not that I have not ‘til now been telling same but, now I am gonna tell the Whole Truth, because by omission, I have been lying.

No Sugar, no mas.

This I gleaned from my Sabbatical. “So thanks Sabra. And thanks for the lobotomy, and gee! That shock therapy was da bomb!”

Stay tuned…

Oh! And to tie up that last loose end:

Janet and I spent a wonderful day or two at Sharm, then went back to SFM and carried on. Things kinda went to shit after that… for a spell.

But then we got married and it was all copacetic–For about two hours.

Yes it was on our honeymoon

… and we got into an argument and ended up after the ceremony un-ceremoniously sailing our newly purchased and vowed-upon wedding rings off the balcony of the Sheraton Hotel, (tenth floor) gleefully watching them bounce on the sand in front of the Mediterranean Sea,

To wait there for some intrepid happy beach comber to later discover and claim ‘pirate treasure’ no doubt from Sodom and Gomorrah… (Yes, American tourists are stupid)

After we had ‘dissolved’ our new marriage in that ancient simple way,  we went back to drinking and fucking, and for some I suppose that is what one could call a decent marriage, at least in the early stages.

And honestly, I think that is all way too much information about my time spent with her and Moses in Sinai and in the ‘Rest-of-the-Holy-Land.’

But perhaps not.

(See? I am sharing “deep thoughts” here) with you thanks to my newly ended Sabbatical. Now don’t you feel ‘very unique’? (Ed. Note: I HATE that! There are no degrees of ‘unique’. You can look it up)

If ya wanna…

 Addendum:

I really don’t want to write about Janet but… damn it! She is such a wonderful, truly true, truly colorful, truly unique, one-hundred-and-one pounds of fun character, especially after we arrived in Nacogdoches Texas and began our ‘unique’ married life.

We are all, all of us, ‘very unique individuals’.

Ain’t we?

Or aren’t we all just deluding our own unique selves?

Probably will be continued when They let me out again for ‘Social Time’

mscientist 

And Finally I leave you with a good Sunday Morning Song. We used to sing this as we ran in formation to chow when I was in BUD/s Class 158. Can you imagine? Probably not.

Video Credit: 

 tnDianna

Now I sing this every morning… in the shower… with the hot water… so no one will ever hear…

Vid credit? I suppose Sheryl…

And the final finally, I leave Y’all with the most perfect’est Sunday Morning Song:

(Yeah! Sheryl is a sxy Goddess. Ain’t she?!)

Video Credit: Public Domain (I hope)

I AM RE-POSTING THIS BECAUSE IT IS REALLY OBNOXIOUS AND GLASSIC & SARCASTIC: FUKKIN’ LANCE! & HAVE A NICE DAY! Okay? We Still OK?

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OH YEAH! I FUKKIN’ ADDED SOME SHITE!

As I Might, May, G’Nite, OK? Fuck,

Stop This World;

I wanna get Off!

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Shit! WP is STUPID! I Just Wanted to RePost A Post! But Fuk No! WP Needs a Fukkin’ Parental Permission Slip!

Why Does “Workin'” With WordPress Make Me Feel Like Michelangelo, On His Back, Probably Regularilly gettin’ FUKKED IN HIS AZZ!

While Just Tryin’ To Paint The Fukkin’ Sistine Chapel??? WHY? OH Why?? Fuk YOU WP!

(yEaH! ThiS iS A FUCKiN’ RANT! gO away From Me!) AND TAKE YER FUKKING TEA AND SIM- PHONY BULLSHIT WITH YOU!

Yes! I am that ASSHOLE Your Parents WARNED You About! AND WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EMAIL ME A FUCKKIN’ PHILIPPIPS AND A FLIP-INO TO OPERATE IT! SCREW-DRIVER

SO THAT I MAY REPAIR MY BIG, FOR REALS COMPUTER? THIS LAP-TOP PISSES ME OFF!

Now I’m gonna Lay Me Down to Sleep Forever

(and Three Days)

Oh Happy Fukkin’ Dagger!

And Just Because I Have a Sense of HUMOR:

OH MY Gawd!

JULIE!

JULIE

Julie!

How Do I LoveThee?

I CANNOT COUNT THE WAYS!

All The Ways

That

I

Love

YOU!

You Girl!

ARE Fukkin’ Brilliant!!!!

A Fukkin’

TREASURE!

Without

MEASURE!

(I just Gotta Watch This One Ten More Times Today!)

Tomorrow!

I Will Watch it Twenty More Times Tomorrow!

Because Tomorrow is Yet Another Day!

https://www.youtube.com/c/FeelingPeckish

NO.

It’s AWFUL

“My Momma Loved Me

But

She died”

U.S. Navy (and a little other related shit) WIP–Too many posts to wade thru

“You’re Not My Friend. Guesss What? I’ll Live”

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I LOVE THIS MAN!

“THE CHURCH OF FUCK YOU!”

And While I’m at it:

FUCK YOU TOO FACEBOOK!

YAHOO!!!!

(Up-Dated, Slightly Inebriated, and Slightly Expand-i-Cated Old Post and has been sanitized for your protection) FaceBook Recently Got Fukked! Hoisted by Their Own Re-tard! LMFAO!
The Funeral (DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU LOVE CATS) You have been warned.
https://texantales.com/2021/10/21/more-dispatches-from-the-front-lines-of-my-facebook-flame-wars-2/

Yes, I Do Have A Real, Blood-Related Sister. And I Love Her Equally As Much As I Love Madelyn. “Sister ACT, Ann Marie: Ode to Facebook…” P.S., I Have A Brother Too, But He Bores Me (Sorry Johnny)

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She nailed it.

 

My Beautiful Sister, Ann Marie Vancas,

Ann Marie

wrote this and posted it on Facebook.

So naturally I had no qualms about stealing it. (I did ask her permission however) 

Seeing and reading into pieces of people’s lives….the musicians..the actors…artists…housewives…doctors…famous and the not so famous…
The memes…the themes…the lives and the lies..
People crying..and people dying…
Beach trips…road trips..acid trips…
I have met many people and lost them on this site…
The fights… the flights…the makeups and the breakups…
A reality show with thousands of channels…
Windows into people’s lives…sometimes what is really there and sometimes…only what they want you to see..
The Liberals…the Conservatives..the Middle of the Roaders…
The comfort and the chastisements from strangers and friends alike..
The all over the place posters…and the take it to the private messagers…
The celebrations..and the tears….
But before all of this…
The beach trips..the road trips…
Long talks under and over …
the bridges of the bayous…
Late nite cigarettes on the trunk of my old chevy…
Long talks that never…ever got heavy…
The loves and the heartbreaks…
the blood sisters and the pinky shakes…
Sun tans on the roof…
And always…
always…
feeling Bullet Proof…
My best friend…who always knew…
I was never much good….
At saying Good-Bye…

Smiling Faces Sometimes Pretend To Be Your Friend

Credit: The Undisputed Truth

Vid Share Cred: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4UIzjkmvVfStSbjqb536eQ

“Facebook Philosophy” Or “Woodstock” Or “Joni” You decide. We still reside (In a free country. Last I checked)

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WOODSTOCK!

Obviously I stole the above vid, so well done. I will try to find the orig poster and post her or him…. credit. Give me a fuckin’ minute.

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I Recently Posted this on Facebook (not sure why)

******

“To All My Facebook Friends:

I love to ‘share’ stuff.

(This is the ‘primary purpose’ of FB as I understand it)

Some of the things I ‘share’ are good.

Some other things not so much.

But I share anyway. 

Why?

  1. Because I can

  2. Because I want to

  3. Because it makes me happy.

  4. Because I am ‘generous.’

  5. And I try to make people happy (If only for a moment)

Yep. I am generous.

To a fault.

I will give you the shirt off my back if it will do you more good than me.

I will give you my food, my booze, my car.

I will give you almost anything I own.

Because I do not care about material things.

The only thing I will not give you is My Life.

(There has been only one time I was ready to give my life for a friend, and that happened one Labour Day weekend back in the Early Seventies)

Sorry Kids. Must Re-Post This. It is All About A Promise I Pledged, Decades Ago… (And P.S. Proper Punctuation & Spelling Ain’t My Thang–Just Saying)

I am older now and hopefully somewhat wiser.

And have become so ‘loving jealous’ of my life of late.

“Life is for learning.”

–Joni Mitchell

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(Just for reference in case you are new here):

https://texantales.com/2014/01/30/cowards-die-many-times-before-their-deaths-the-valiant-never-taste-of-death-but-once-w-shakespeare/

Just a little more “added value”

If you have come this far,

You must surely know by now how much I love Joni.

Original “Woodstock”

Song.

Sung by

A Poet.

“Life is for Learin'”

Typo’s Can Be Funny! Learin’!

Laughin’ My Ass Off!

Ditto what I said above about stolen vids (I am such an asshole)

 

A Rare Gem

A Treasure.

A Woman (of Heart and Mind)

An Angel.

(There is no thumbnail)

Trust me!

It is Joni!

Watch and listen!

Try this one:

(These two below, actually)

There is never enough Joni in my World.

If you do not love Joni,

Well,

You have probably taken a wrong turn at

Albuquerque.

And should not be here.

Go back to California.

Or Egypt.

Or Cat-Man-Don’t.

Or

Whatever Planet You Call “Home.”

These days.

 

Cred for Vid: DJ Bayonic

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Oh Fuck it!

I will revisit this when I am sober.

Fuck it!

WordPress is obviously 

Broken.

WP and I have this in common:

We are both…

Broken.

Fu*?k it!

“Is it all books and words? Or do you really feel it? Do you really care? Do you really smile. When you smile?”

 

And since I am rather fond of complete sentences

(and closure)

I just feel compelled to drop this bit in.

(For those few, those happy few, who actually “get” me.

And my sense of humor.)

If I keep dropping mindless shit into this post, I am going to lose my f*cking mind.

But I suppose this “Post” Was All About Some Of The Favorite Things I Love To Share.

Now.

Fess up.

Wasn’t it?

You should not have come this far.

Go Away.

(This one is just for Lance.)

Vid credit: Boston 4 Evaa

“Say, can I have some of your purple berries?”
“Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now. Haven’t got sick once.”
“Probably keep us both alive.”

I keep ‘sharing’.

But that was the entire point of this entire exercise.

Now,

Wasn’t it?

And just to tie up this thought process…

“Few of My Favorite Things.”

Someday, this post is gonna end.

I am gonna keep milking this cow until she be dry.

(Yes! I am insane!)

Please try to forgive me.

Or not.

Really do not care.

At this point.

“Sharing is Caring.”

Laughing out LOUD!

(I do NOT Subscribe to the “Social Justice Warrior” Magazine.)

‘Cuz I am an asshole.

But then, you’d know that….already.

Thank you if you have read this post.

I am not so much of an ass that I cannot appreciate any time you have spent here.

Thank You.

“Guess I’ll set a course and go.”

ZERO F*CKS GIVEN!

Oy vay!

Preach On My Brother!

More FACBOOK Philosophy

So What? I’m Stupid. Israel is on my Mind. Uniquely Random Memories from the Middle East Continued

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“We made love in that birdhouse after sundown. And with the door open. And why not? We were young. (And we had all that ‘Diplomatic Immunity’ bullshit to boot)”

Thus ended my last ‘serious’ transmission regarding my recently orphaned series, bits of which may be found here  here  here  here…

WordPress is not Facebook and I would do well to remember this, yet if memory serves, the above is indeed how I did in fact, end my last sober transmission regarding this never-ending (Insha’Allah) story I still call without shame or sham, My Life.

Why did I NUKE My FaceBook?

Because FaceBook Irritates me.

That’s Why!

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Guess what Friends.  I am gonna end it now. Hang onto yer butts.

All true, but I have a tendency to grow bored with my own writing and this does not bode well, well…

I have just recently been returned from my Sabbatical, (kicking and screaming) which was spent in some dark happy place looking for answers. Finding none, save one, I have returned to these pages more or less now unobstructed and with fresh thoughts unobscured.

“Whatever does he mean, “Unobstructed”? “Hey Y’all! Come look he’ah! Lance done lost his mind!” (a-gin)

Means, Dear Readers that I am just gonna tell “THE TRUTH” from now on. Not that I have not ‘til now been telling same but, now I am gonna tell the Whole Truth, because by omission, I have been lying.

No Sugar, no mas.

This I gleaned from my Sabbatical. “So thanks Sabra. And thanks for the lobotomy, and gee! That shock therapy was da bomb!”

Stay tuned…

Oh! And to tie up that last loose end:

Janet and I spent a wonderful day or two at Sharm, then went back to SFM and carried on. Things kinda went to shit after that… for a spell.

But then we got married and it was all copacetic–For about two hours.

Yes it was on our honeymoon and we got into an argument and ended up after the ceremony un-ceremoniously sailing our newly purchased and vowed-upon wedding rings off the balcony of the Sheraton Hotel, (tenth floor) gleefully watching them bounce on the sand in front of the Mediterranean Sea, to wait there for some intrepid happy beach comber to later discover and claim ‘pirate treasure’ no doubt from Sodom and Gomorrah… (Yes, American tourists are stupid)

After we had ‘dissolved’ our new marriage in that ancient simple way,  we went back to drinking and fucking, and for some I suppose that is what one could call a decent marriage, at least in the early stages.

And honestly, I think that is all way too much information about my time spent with her and Moses in Sinai and in the ‘Rest-of-the-Holy-Land.’

But perhaps not.

(See? I am sharing “deep thoughts” here) with you thanks to my newly ended Sabbatical. Now don’t you feel ‘very unique’? (Ed. Note: I HATE that! There are no degrees of ‘unique’. You can look it up)

If ya wanna…

 Addendum:

I really don’t want to write about Janet but… damn it! She is such a wonderful, truly true, truly colorful, truly unique, one-hundred-and-one pounds of fun character, especially after we arrived in Nacogdoches Texas and began our ‘unique’ married life.

We are all, all of us, ‘very unique individuals’.

Ain’t we?

Or aren’t we all just deluding our own unique selves?

Probably will be continued when They let me out again for ‘Social Time’

mscientist 

And Finally I leave you with a good Sunday Morning Song. We used to sing this as we ran in formation to chow when I was in BUD/s Class 158. Can you imagine? Probably not.

Video Credit: 

 tnDianna

Now I sing this every morning… in the shower… with the hot water… so no one will ever hear…

Vid credit? I suppose Sheryl…

And the final finally, I leave Y’all with the most perfect’est Sunday Morning Song:

(Yeah! Sheryl is a sxy Goddess. Ain’t she?!)

Video Credit: Public Domain (I hope)