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Let’s give the got dam true believers a knife and a gun and let them settle it. And leave our sons and daughters out of it.

I am trying to think of a worthy opponent for him.

Anybody who thinks that Sacha Baron Cohen is funny?

Sorry nazz I started out in a pretty good mood today until...
Never mind you don’t probably want to hear about it.

But now I got a head ache so I feel like complaining
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As for the pome: No complaints about that
Brilliant stuff as usual. Sometimes I can not think of a got dam thing to say in reply when you dazzle me so I just post a blank text box..</center>

maybe I lost my sense of humor.

The many faces of Sacha Baron Cohen: politics, parody, and the battle over Borat

still working on joyce - trying to wrap my head around it. it keeps getting bigger. i want to make this special - i want it to be top drawer, jack.

You want top drawer
I want to sing that rock and roll.

My favorite Friday night song.

One these days we will all get to together on a Friday night sing and talk and smoke our brains out. Friday nights were a big deal in my family. The holiest night of the week.

tinkerjack - you old zealot. i long for horseradish and the smell of chicken shit.

Rode my motorcycle the other day out in the country I got a whiff of elephnat shit. Elephant cows.

Yes We can have a nice glass of tea and rye bread slathered with chicken smaltz. We always had a jar of chicken smaltz in the icebox. (ice box not refregerator)

I felt like crying to day

I needed the right music

Talked to jitterbug and he mentioned a movie called Gods and Generals.

Did not cry but I managed a few tears

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Let’s give the got dam true believers a knife and a gun and let them settle it. And leave our sons and daughters out of it.

Makes a lot of sense to me, Jack.

Thinking about the veteran from Saipan and the Heart of Darkness.

I think my draft board was right about me in 1962. Right to classify me mentally unfit for military service.

I saw young men in the Navy boot camp that were unfit for service. But before they were released they were put thru a regimen that bordered on a form of insanity. I witnessed one of these young folks running around a table tilted radically where an artillery shell rolled quickly down after the kid released it... he ran as fast as he could to the other side in hopes of catching it before it hit the floor. Once the shell hit the floor, the young recruit would have to repeat the act over and over and over again. The table was no more than 4 feet square. I never saw him catch the shell. The discipline left the fellow drained, scared and without any hope of ever serving his country. That was only one story of many who chose to join.

I never made it to boot camp Cecil. I lost my student deferment 1962 and I was called up for my pre induction physical to see if I was fit enough to be drafted. This was not long after the death of my father a time in my life when I could not fall asleep at night without imagining a shotgun tucked up under my chin and my finger on the trigger. I would lie there contemplating oblivion and drift off to sleep. I never had to imagine the click of the mechanism it was just so comforting to lay there with that imaginary shotgun under my chin. And I would doze off to sleep. What the doctors checked me out at Ft. Hollibird, which was an army base in Baltimore where they did the physicals. When they heard about that shotgun they decided I was not suitable.

I hear that the army has relaxed their standards since then.

Never bothered me much being four F expecpt for when I was taking flying lessons in Michigan about a year later. I was all set for my first solo flight but I had to take a FAA physical first. When they found out I was classified four f they would not let me fly. Which was disappointing. I wanted to get my pilot's license so I could join the gliding club. Got to have a private license to fly gliders. Even though they are not powered. I thought of riding the wind appealed to me. Later on I got into sailboats, which is kind of the same thing. A sail is really a wing.

Then after the Gulf of Ton kin incident in 1964 I felt it was not right that other men were being drafted so I tried to enlist because I wanted to do my patriotic chore in Vietnam. I tried to convince the draft board I wasn't crazy anymore so let me join up. They raised my draft status from 4F to 1Y. IY meant if the Russians ever invaded Cleveland they would call me up. Later I joined the Quakers and became a conscientious objector. A four F conscientious objector does that make me special?

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Ten four on the navy boot camp
Yeah it sounds like in sanity to me too Cecil. I suppose it was to discourage anyone else for trying to get certified. This was during the Vietnam War I guess.

This was during the Vietnam War I guess.

Yes... 1965

My own father had passed away about two weeks before I witnessed those young men trying in vain to become warriors for the cause. My father was a lifelong Army soldier who finally succumbed to a heart attack after several years of heart problems. I had enlisted in the Navy to avoid the draft and combat in Nam. I'd been in boot camp for around a month when notified of his passing and went home for a week... returned and assigned to a group waiting to join another class of recruits. The incident I spoke of was right next door to the barracks i was in while waiting for reassignment. Freaky but sad shit. Depressed me along with my dad being gone. Anyhoo... life is for the living no matter how we feel about those who have passed on before us. We'll have plenty of time dead.. a hell of a lot more than living, eh?

We'll have plenty of time dead.. a hell of a lot more than living, eh?

Yes.




Are you familiar about the Buddhist story about the blind turtle on the bottom of the ocean who surfaces every thousand years and just happens to put his head through a hollow log floating somewhere on the surface, how rare that would be.

"it is just that rare for a being to gain human birth. To be born with a precious human body is to be born with the perfect vehicle to attain realization"

I'm not familiar with that story, truck. Post the link for me, would you?

I gotta go pick up our dinner tonite. Every other Monday Nate wants a chicken taco with beans and cheese on the side. I'm getting Soo and I a couple of black bean burritos with cheese.

I heard it on an audio tape, the one I was telling SooZen about.

Love that tape SooZen. I listen to it a lot, sometimes when I go to bed I fall asleep to it. It had the bit about the blind turtle on the bottom of the ocean who rises to the surface every thousand years and puts his head through a wooden ring floating on the surface.



http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=17002

Link to a description of the tape

http://www.audioeditions.com/audio-book ... ode/L5U754

The tape is a hodge podge of stuff. I have googled the story and got a lot of hits

This is the closest I think, but I am not sure the turtle was searching for the log. He just come up to get a breath of fresh air and happens to stick his head through the hollow log. I could be wrong about that., just the way I interpreted it.

A Blind Turtle in Search of a Floating Wood

In the Mahaparinirvana Sutra, the Buddha used the metaphor of a blind turtle in a vast ocean to explain how difficult it is to be reborn as a human being and at the same time to have the chance of hearing the Dharma.

Suppose there is a small piece of wood floating on a vast ocean. The wood has a small hole the size of which is just enough for the head of a turtle to pop into. There is a long-lived sea turtle in the ocean. Once every one hundred years, this turtle comes out from the bottom of the ocean and pops his head into the hole of the wood.

To be able to hear the Dharma is just as hard as for the blind turtle to encounter the small piece of wood on a vast ocean and let its head go through the hole in the wood piece.

http://www.buddhas.net/when.html

Everytime I think about Nate I think about chess and checker boards and me as a kid playing chess with my father.