Yes, I Have Been Un-Characteristically Silent On The Passing Of Queen Elizabeth. Now I Proffer My Two Cents: “Take your Insults About The Queen And Shove Them Up Your Royal Timese Machine”

Such A Very Brave

And Patriotic

Very Young Woman:

The Queen’s Coronation Day Speech 1953

But Do NOT Mistake My Silence for Indifference.

I have not found the proper, respectful enough words just yet.

Working on that.

Maybe the words will never come.

I am no poet and my prose kinda sucks as well.

But I will endeavor to do my best

All I can offer just now is,

“Farewell And Adieu Great Lady. Travel Well. May You Always Have Fair Winds and Following Seas”

To all my Good Friends in Britain,

I am so sorry for your loss.

Yes, I have been to England and I was never happier in any Foreign, to me, Land and it is my firm resolve to re-visit your magnificent country once more ‘ere I cash my chips

And sometimes, humor can heal just a little, so I offer this not to be disrespectful, but to illustrate that we must find a way to deal with tragedy. Humour always, kind of, sort of, works for me.

Cheers,

And Very Respectfully,

‘Sir’ Lancelot du Lac

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And Just In-Case Ya’ll Anglophiles Were Not Completely Bummed Out And Depressed By Now, Here is A ‘Bonus Sorrow’ to Walk With Down Memory Lane, Keeping It In Your ‘Sad Memory Pocket’

Baez Bonus Bonus Bonus Onus

“Take your insults about The Queen
And shove them up your royal Timese Machine”

The Life of One Man

I really don’t have the energy (or the ‘want to’) to edit this…

Sorry.

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(Broken down by decades)

Kinda…

57-60: Born

60-64: Awkward Years

65-68: Awareness

68-74: Lost virginity, Oh! And innocence

’74-’77: Self-Respect was an issue: High School, et al.

’77-80: Sinai Desert: lost loves (in the desert) came of age

‘80-‘85: Played at “making up for all the bad shit I did in ’77-80—failed.

’85-’90: Served my country (and served some wimmens)

’90-2004’: Worked a thankless job.

‘2004-2009’ Served my country again: This time in Iraq: So what??

2009-2011: Tried my hand at ‘House Husband—Step-Father—Fail.

2011-2012: Afghanistan

2012-til now: Adrift

Now, none of this makes sense to anyone but me, but, dear readers, I am working on a post (as always) to make some sense of it all.

Stray tuned…

–Lancer

And PS. Yeah, I know; this is self-serving, fore  for? no one reads anyhow…so… just for fun.

 Cheers,

L

Working on a new post, entitled “The Last Time I Saw Richard.”

Stay tuned.

(but do it quickly, ’cause “I’m gonna blow this damn candle out…”)

Peace.