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Stupid soldiers?

Stupid soldiers?                                    11/1/06

Senator Kerry your Freudian slip is showing.  Your recent remarks, which you characterize as a botched joke, are a fine example of why we have professional comedians such as Jay Leno.  “Don’t try this at home kids, I am a professional”.  An apology with an explanation of what you now say you had intended might have staunched the tsunami of well-deserved vitriol headed in your direction, but your northeast liberal arrogance once more got the better of you.  When this happens again, and surely it will, here is some advice, put down the shovel and step away from the hole.  It is all the more easy for us to believe you words than your explanation because of things said in the past by yourself and others in your party who have called our military baby killers, terrorists, rapists and more.  Referring to our troops in Iraq as “invaders” and “occupiers” rather than liberators is semantics, but given the choice democrats like to use disparaging terms regarding our military.  Of course we are occupying Iraq, in the process of liberating Iraq; get a grip.  We occupied Europe in 1944 but in a different sense to Germany’s occupation in 1939, this is not difficult to understand, except of course if you don’t want to understand it.  There’s none so blind as those who will not see.
Your refusal to apologize, instead making overblown protestations blaming anyone but yourself is typical.  Me thinks thou dost protest too much.  Strangely though your lame explanation of the “joke” is in fact plausible enough, that “if you don’t get an education then you (that is the president) get us (the U.S.) stuck in Iraq” but faced with your past anti military comments what am I to think?  There’s many a true word spoken in jest.




Raymond Becket
North Port

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Aging

I had always hoped I would age much as a fine wine or a piece of antique furniture might, with dignity and appreciation.  Alas the maturing process in my case is not dissimilar to that of an AMC Gremlin or a ‘64 Pinto.  My “best used before date” is rapidly approaching it seems as my once thick head of hair takes on the appearance of those ragged landau tops one sees on older model Cutlass Supremes.  At least I still have the good sense to wear my remaining few follicles George Clooney short, thereby avoiding the temptation to try a potentially disastrous comb over.  My youthful skin and muscle tone has given way to the perpetual sloppiness of shock absorbers with way too many miles on them and about the only thing that seems to be working well are my brakes.  They must be, I appear to be slowing to a near stop.  The days of burning the candle at both ends are a distant memory as evidenced by a recent birthday bacchanalia that consisted of a quiet dinner for seven.  But with age comes the rewards of grand children.  The sight, sound and smell of a small child in the house rekindle memories almost lost with the passing of time.  It is quite surprising how like his mother was, our infant grandson is.  Uncanny really.  The sight of his tiny hands and feet, so perfectly formed, bring back recollections of so long ago.  We were awestruck then and we are once again as we appreciate the breathtaking beauty of an innocent newborn.  We wonder what can he possibly be thinking as he smiles in his sleep, has he been here before?  Awake, his little eyes try to focus on the doting faces in the room, what does he see?  I don’t know, but his great grandparents, grandparents and parents see a perfectly beautiful child.  Aging, it seems, really isn’t so bad after all.  
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