Will he ever shut up?!?!

THIS is disturbing if it is true. I mean, I know it happens, but how much in this article could possible be sensationalized by an anti-war/Bush journalist (am I starting to sound like a paranoid Neo-Con?...OK, Good.).

Let me premise by saying that there is a little bit of personal responsibility (a little) on the parts of the vets. But if this is true, and widespread...than Mr. Bush, please listen very closely...this coming from a staunch supporter of yours, a fellow Born-Again Christian, a Veteran and a Patriotic American: There is NO other item on your agenda (NONE!) more important than taking care of these boys. I will not go into a long drawn out reason as to why...it is (had better be) obvious.

How shameful is it that: Saddam would pay $10,000 and Hamas and other terrorist organizations provide housing and money to the family's of suicide bombers, but our boys can't get medical (including mental health) care and a place to stay, provided in a timely and efficient fashion by our Government.

Now, I'm not comparing these terrorists to our heroes...but the terrorists would. They see themselves as lawful combatants (though I don't). Well, there's no doubt our boys are Just Warriors...why should they not be treated far superior!?!?

I know I'm beginning to sound like a liberal here, but dammit, there are some Social Programs that would be well worth every tax payer penny spent on them. Here's the pipe dream:

The War-Veteran Just Compensation package:

Upon returning from a theatre of war, during war (War being defined by a popular vote of the tax-paying electorate); a Soldier, Airman, Sailor or Marine is to receive the following:

1. Free Medical (incident mental health) Care, from the Providers of their choice, for the rest of their lives.

2. A Job beit Private Sector or Civil Service, equivalent to their military job if possible, otherwise...Commensurate with their knowledge skills and abilities that pays well into the Middle Class Median Income or at least 3 times minimum wage, that has an equally commensurate retirement package.

3. A Federal Tax Abatement...for LIFE!

4. 100% Free Burial Expense at the cemetery of their (or their next of kin's) choice.

5. Free Vehicle Registration and Car insurance for the rest of their driving life.

6. Complimentary Coffee at every restaurant in the United states.

OK...so 5 & 6 aren't a deal breaker, but would be nice.

How we going to pay for this you ask? Does it really matter?

1. Get rid of all the other worthless social programs in this country, and cut back some of the FAT in the congress and Senate...yep, that ought to do it.

If not:

2. Collect a $2 tax from every living American once a year (since everyone of us have a vested interest in our veterans, and live and breath under the freedom that they have provided). This would raise an estimated $571,339,830 annually. (Based on a December 5th 2001 population estimate of 285,669,915). Yep, that ought to do it...If not, Tax the liberals (or anyone who consistently voted Democrat) $10 annually. They ought to appreciate the contributions of our boys more than others, since it's the direct sacrifice of our boys that affords them the opportunity to spew the moronic garbage that constantly flows from their pie holes.

And one other caveat to the program...a constitutional amendment, that if ANY politician misappropriates funds from this program, or suggests to borrow from it, or otherwise screws with it, be punished via electric chair.

OK...That's about it for now.
K~

After turning off the same tired radio station, realizing they having been playing the exact same program, and darn near the exact same time for the third night in a row...we've tickled our ear drums with (in order).

0100-0230: Led Zeppelin remastered

0230-0330: Elton Johns Greatest Hits (Yeah, yeah I know...me too. But you can't deny tunes like Levon and Tiny Dancer...if you do, you're a liar).

0330-0430: Tom Petty Wildflowers. I have never, in my life, had a puff of Mary Jane...not planning on doing it for that matter. But if I did, I'd want to do it with Mr. Petty whilst listening to this album...just something totally mellow about the whole thing.

0430-Current: What else? What else in the world could possibly be acceptable at this time of the morning. Alas...only one album my child. Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon.

"You run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking...and racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older...Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death".

Indeed.

Well...I'm Back!

My absence from the blogosphere is due to a 3 week vacation. Can you say "Ssssssaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaatiiiiiiiiiicaaaaaaaaalllll!!!!!". Yes, my 3 weeks I took off for hunting purposes, and managed to dedicate a full 5 days in the woods. Bahh! Didn't see anything, didn't hear anything...nothing. Oh well. Thank God for the Rowley boys and the fine job they do at raising beef cattle. We should get our half around January. Good thing too! If my family had to rely on my hunting success to eat, we'd be...well...probably less fat. (Bad thing?).

Bethany is getting to be more and more a little person everyday. After last night's scolding for screwing around when she was suppose to be sleeping (and after a little slap on her behind for lying to me about having to go potty), I heard her say in the monitor, in the most heart wrenching way, "Daddy, please don't be mad at me...I just scared". EEEEGGAAAAADS, am I an abusive father or what. I had to go up and talk with her after that...pet on her a bit and reassure her. Yep, hated every minute of it....not.

The snow is/has been flying up here. We've gotten a few inches here and there. Just enough to make everything white...and beautiful. When I get off these midnight shifts on Thursday, I think we're going to do the "Christmas Decoration" thing. Go get a tree...put up lights, etc.

Well, that's about it for the happenings from Lake Muckety-muck. There's more minutia, but I won't bore you with it. Now on to our regularly scheduled broadcast (discussion of happenings, and other mindless dribble).