A FOOL'S GAME

Don't they know, there is only one guy who can beat Obama?

The Tea Party Folk

The tacit motto of the Tea party Folk is, “Let them eat crumbs.”
That position, politically, historically and philosophically, is narcissistic by nature, immoral, unchristian, un-feeling, arrogant and thoughtless.
It is a self-defeating, anachronistic point of view, bereft of anything enlightening, praiseworthy, or ultimately practical—even functional in the long term.
Such an attitude nullifies the worthwhile development of the human species. It is an attitude that won't prevail much longer than the next election because if adopted by the majority, it would mean the coup de gras to a peaceful, humane and poverty free future for our children, grand and great grandchildren. It is antithetical to the quality of life beyond gated communities and a police state.
If America is to live out its destiny as leader of the free world, it will reject that lame philosophy and reaffirm its enduring belief in Liberty for ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!

TIME

What is time, but a bend in the stuff of the cosmos that gives us the solace of a transilient outline that we call us.

God is both Adam and Eve and the human race is the direct result of an incestuous dream involving those two culprits — i.e. Maya, the comforting illusion that we are not alone, when deep down, we know that we are. As long as we are adult enough to admit that it is all an illusion, we have the freedom to make it as pretty as can be.

In other words, there is no need to worry. Heaven is inevitable, providing our own thoughts make it so.

Love goes where it is sent.

Lies, lies and more Lies

The pharmaceutical, insurance and advertising industries want us to be depressed, unhappy and live in a constant state of fear, anxiety and worry so they can keep selling us pills, policies and gadgets to cure it all, which they can't. They fool the public into believing that government is on our backs, when their real goal is to keep government off their own backs, so they can continue to screw us and accumulate shameful profits.

We Came to Fight a War/the story of a B-17 Radio Gunner and his Pilot /as remembered by Al Kotler and written by Jack Flynn.

NAVIGATOR TO PILOT:
“With two inboards out we’ll never make the Alps. We’re losing altitude and number four is leaking oil. We’d better head for Switzerland.”

PILOT TO NAVIGATOR: “We didn’t come here to go skiing, Dan. We came to fight a war. We’re going over. Get rid of everything in sight. If that’s not enough, throw Al out too.”

I’m Al—Alvin Kotler. I was the Radio Gunner on Bill Flynn’s B-17 that day.
It was one of the numerous life or death decisions Bill had to make during the course of our bombing missions out of Foggia Italy in ’44 and ’45.

We had flown through multiple walls of flak that morning over Austria. After dropping our payload, we got shot way off course and were limping back to Italy on our own. Once Bill made his decision, there was no more discussion. We jettisoned everything that wasn’t welded down out the bomb-bay—the 50 caliber machine guns, most of the radio equipment, flak suits, helmets, ammo—everything we could grab. The two outboards were still functioning so we had a chance—a slim one, but a chance.

The Italian Alps loomed before us like giant white sheets of death. If we were going to clear them it wouldn’t be by much. Looking down the open bomb-bay, I swore if I reached down I could have scooped up a handful of the purest snow on earth. Compared to the factory tainted snow in Malden, Massachusetts, it looked like heaven—or if we didn’t make it, hell . . .

Review

MWSA (Military Writer's Society of America) REVIEW:

A wartime injustice is righted in this crisp, succinctly written memoir of a B 17 flight crew member who tells of the heroism, and tragedy of his pilot of more than 25 combat missions flown out of Italy during World War Two. Written by the brother of that pilot, the reader is given a chilling glimpse into the rigors, and horrors of those young men who flew the big bombers deep into enemy territory, on lengthy, harrowing missions.

1LT Bill Flynn was a professional, dependable, and much trusted pilot whose war time record was exemplary, if not magnificent. Shortly after the war ended he was wrongfully, disgracefully accused of deeds of which he was entirely innocent, and he paid a terrible professional, and personal price. As told to Flynn's brother Jack, crew member Al Kotler, recounts the story of 1LT Flynn, his war time valor, and the final betrayal by the army air corps that he so proudly served. The result is this magnificent little gem of a book that does not waste a single word in telling it like it was. The proud, and honorable way that 1LT Flynn lived the remainder of his life after his betrayal, is redeeming, but the reader is left with a smoldering anger that something like this could have, and did happen. That is what makes the book so believable, and real.

Review by Bob Flournoy, MWSA Reviewer (October 2010)

“Brother to brother, when it counted.
Friend to friend, to make things right.”

Book available on Amazon. Directions to your right.

Who is Illegal?

We are a nation of immigrants. No one asked the Pilgrims for a green card.
How did you earn your citizenship?
I'll answer that.
It was, in most cases, given to you and required NOTHING of you. Now you fight like hell to stop others from getting it, while those others have struggled, worked and suffered to achieve it, enduring more than your worst nightmares could imagine. In my opinion, they have squatters rights. They have earned it through persistence and hard work, which is only to be respected, if not admired.
Like our own ancestors, they have overcome almost impossible odds to establish their lives and a future for themselves and their children.
Kicking out the babies??? Think of the brilliant minds we might send back—another Einstein, Gates, Lincoln or Ortiz. Think of the families that will be broken up and destroyed. Think of the dreams shattered? Would you like to see your own children deprived of their dreams—their future.

Pretty selfish way to live, isn’t it?

Yeah, "Shit Happens", but shouldn't you at least try to get out of the way of it?

Thought for the Day

Is the existence of God any more astounding or impossible than existence itself?

Love at First Sight

Love at first sight is like spotting a cameo in a crowd. You know at that moment that she is the one.

Haiku

blue moon cow grazing
on shimmering blue moon rocks
blue moon dust rises

JF

I saw Jesus

I saw Jesus on a bus the other day. He looked tired. I said, “Hiya Jesus”.

“Don’t bother me,” he said. I’m heading for the beach—need to soak in the sun and surf. I can’t understand why all these people are still following me. I did my work. The message is out there. But still they want a piece of me. All they have to do is follow the word but they keep bugging me wanting more and more. Tell them to lay off will you. They’re too much. I just want some sun and surf.”

I looked out the bus window. It was raining hard. “It’s raining,” I said.

“So what,” Jesus said, “can’t you see the silver lining behind those clouds?”

Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity.

Freud

Three things

There are three things men think they know everything about—sports, driving and sex.