The ‘REAL REASON’

Love You Like Cash Money PJW, And I Do Realize You Have Bills to Pay, But Honestly! Ninety Seconds Of Commercial To Peddle Snake-Oil In The Middle of Your Post?

Really?

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‘REAL REASON’

Credit: Paul Joseph Watson

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Bonus!

Broadcast News (1987) Trailer #1

Fun, Irrelevant Fact: My Second Wife,

(That/My Shakespearean Professor)

And I Used To Talk On The Telephone—Every Sunday Morning

Long After We Were Divorced

And We Talked About EVERYTHING:

Our ‘Currant’ Love-Affairs, Politics, Our Brief & Semi-Stormy Marriage, Price of Tea in China–Everything

And, If You Don’t Watch The Broadcast News Clip,

You Just Won’t ‘Get’ it–Sorry

Credit: Rotten Tomatoes Classic Trailers

Bonus Clip: ‘Real Situation’

Credit: Uncle Bob Marley

Cred For Share: AzZerTix

Y’all Know, I’ve Been to Japan. Met Wonderful Folks There. Got Drunk With A Jap–Asked Me If My Ship Carried Nukes.

I Reminded Him Of Pearl And ‘Tora, Tora, Tora!’ Then Said, “What Do YOU Think?”

He Quickly, And Deftly (And Smartly) Changed The Subject Then He Bought Me Lunch. And We Enjoyed A Fine Afternoon Together. We Had Become Friends, You See?

Common Ground of Humanity.

Yes, We Had Became Fast Friends. But…

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I Have Been To The USS Arizona Memorial In Hawaii…

I’ll NEVER NEVER EVER Forgive Japan. For Pearl.

NEVER EVER! Sailor That I Yam!

And Just To Prove That I am Not Entirely Vindictive & That I Do Still Retain A Sense Of Humor,

I Drop In This:

Some Shit Though, I Will Never Forget. Nor Never Will I Ever Forgive.

IMHO, We Should’ve Nuked The Entire Island Of Japan Into A Fukkin’ Parking Lot.

And Watched As It Sank Beneath The Waves.

That said, I do know my history.

I know that we… The U.S. of We,

Provoked The Japanese by embargoing their oil.

However, THAT Did NOT Justify Their Cowardly Attack.

Infamy!

Shit!

I’m an Asshole

I just Won’t Let It Go!

There is No Weighing Scale That Can…

Weigh the total tonnage of how much this PISSES me off

Crimes against women.

Young, innocent women

I’ll write more on this later right after I go shoot some asshole kid-raper in the head

Twice

“You’re not supposed to talk about it”
Paul Joseph Watson

And sorry. I am too lazy to edit out the ad, although the ad is not overly obnoxious

Once Again: Profanity ALERT!! “Shit Done Jumped Off (Again)–or– Why do I have to keep writing about these things?”

Recent update:

Upon some not-so-sober refection and some feedback,

I just have to add,

THIS:

This post is, as said, stream of consciousness.

Not much more to say.

So, I just say,

This post is fucked up.

A journey into the nether.

The nether reaches

Of how my mind works.

Or does not work.

Don’t care.

Me.

I do not care.

Discovering that no one actually ‘reads’ my posts…

is

Somewhat ‘free’ing’

I like that.

Don’t read.

Do not watch my ‘added value’

It is all bullshit.

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Author’s Note:

This is stream of consciousness

And gut-felt feeling.

Read at your own annoyance.

Thank you.

Drive Thru.

PPPS:

This Post is a fucking chocolate mess!

Fuck this Blog!

Texan Tales & Pyro-Glyphics!

Who wrote That?!

Some moron!

I am gonna delete this work from my life.

And mosey on down that mammary lane.

So….

Read fast!

And do NOT FORGET TO WATCH THE MADONNA “BAD GIRL” AT THE END!!!!!

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As most of you know, who know me, think to know me, gracious enuff to read me, give-a-shit to try to know me, know this:

I have spent great portions of my life in places like Iraq, Sinai, Egypt, Israel, South-East Asia, Texas

(Some in Tennessee too, “But we don’t talk about that, do we Lance? Well, not overmuch”).

And…

 Afghanistan.

“Afghan-is-Sand”

He Went to Paris: I can smell the Darkness

It has been my Good, Great Fortune and Great Privilege to have known great, honorable, decent, brave people from all over the world.

(This is the unsaid benefit of travel—try it—you’ll hate it)

There’s no place like home…

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My most recent ‘tour’ of ‘duty’ was in Helmand (Hell-Man!) Province, Afghanistan.

My heart is breaking for the Good People of Afghanistan.

In the Middle of the fucking East.

Sad?

Yep.

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I used to think in terms of this below:

Employment opportunity for me?

Most Def.

“Put me in Coach.”

Opportunities for me to ‘fucking shine!’

To be somebody!

To be a fucking contender!

To do some good.

And to do some bad.

To suit, satiate, and feed my ego.

Or just for “Redemption Day”

Y’all know I am an atheist.

But however comma,,,,

Atheists are people too.

And we love our mothers just as much as ppl of faith love theirs.

We strive for redemption.

(Our definition somewhat diverges from the traditional ‘Christianne’ version, I must admit)

Nevertheless,

We do strive.

Butt…

I do not think like this any more

(nor any less)

But I am growing / glowing old.

I have lost ‘faith’ in my atheism ‘faith.’

(Anyone wanna explore how utterly fucked up and ill-founded, ill-conceived, ill-nourished, ill-pondered… that statement is???)

Good luck!

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That once ‘Fire in my belly’ has turned peacefully to ember.

And to be honest, I am somewhat relieved.

And yet!

And YET!

Pissed off!

I do not want to pass that torch just yet.

Not ready!

My life has been one adventure followed hard upon the heels of the preceding.

To give that up…

Not in my Jeans, Genes, Frenetic, Foible, Stupid-beyond-repair, idiot mind.

Psychopath-ically Psycho Psyche

Not quite there yet.

“Put me in Coach! I’m ready to play!”

(My eternal, forever mantra)

Used to be.

Now…

Not sure I can muster the passion.

Vid Credit: allmydiscs

See the anger in her eyes?

The Sheryl Crow above vid.

Please tell me you watched it!

Gawd-dammit!

(Yeah. I see that too)

So many vids to accentuate my pointless point.

So little fucking time.

(Yes! Hell yes! Fuck yes!)

This post is chock-fucking full of profanity.

The One Thing, I can always hang on to

Always count upon

Always rely upon

Constant as the Northern Star (Polaris, which is ten degrees off-center and three  bubbles off plumb as wanna-be northern stars go…)

The one constant I can always embrace is this:

I am a sailor.

Ergo

I use profanity.

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Back to the point of this post:

I am weep for Afghanistan

(The poor grammar is me firing for ‘effect’—deal—just deal with it)

Drive through.

Points well-taken.

Or not.

Fuck it!

I am NOT Happy.

And this is all that matters.

Ain’t it?

MY HAPPINESS

Not NUTHING ELSE Matters!

(Or does it?)

OR LACK THEREOF?

It is ALL ABOUT ME!!

Isn’t it???????????????????????????

“Hey! Lance! Go to fuck you!”

–Mama-San

mOST OF My TimME…..

iN AFGHANISTAN

WaS

WiTH Not-AfGHANisTAN.

It was with….

Expats.

Just pretending.

But…

I loved.

I LOVED

Afghanistan-is-Sand

Just like

Charlie

Wilson

I spent far too much

And far too little

Time

In

Afghanistan.

I honestly do not know what the fuck I am talking about.

But.

At least I showed up.

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