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Showing posts with label Parade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parade. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 6, 2019


My unit did not pull together, Company 129, we did not win the colors
Our commander wanted, we bruised his ego and sullied his pride

He punished us for that

He had us march for days without our flags, the honors we had earned, naked on parade
As if the things we had achieved were meaningless, we went about the base undressed

In silence, shouting our regret

I only ever wanted to do a job well, I could not get sixty-others to want the same thing
I could not get them to push through their cluttered brains, to navigate a path to victory

Self-discipline is not easy

Friday, January 20, 2017

The Inauguration of Donald J. Trump - A Reflection

Inauguration Day 2017
Friday, January 20th

I could not watch it.

I decided to boycott the television today, in solidarity with many other self-styled “resisters.”

It is a protest of sorts, a poke in the eye to the new president, Donald Trump, the T-Rump. My own boycott being a barely noticeable jab at the man who is covetous of ratings. A way of denying him something that he loves so much.

I would not normally watch an inaugural address anyway, that is the truth, but if I was home, in any other cycle, I would have had the news on. It would have been playing in the back ground; because all I do is listen to the news.

I turned off my television at about 5:00 am.

I turned off my satellite radio in my car.

I turned off the monitor at the gym when I was jogging on the treadmill. For this little protest, I am doing my part.

I heard some commentary on the FM radio; T-Rump’s speech was not an appeal to unity.

I saw some photos on Facebook; they showed thin crowds, an anemic response to the quadrennial transfer of power.

It is a somber day.

I heard a report that T-Rump had requested and has been granted a flyover of military jets to punctuate his ceremony and the parade.

He also asked for a procession of tanks and missile launchers in the style of a two-penny despot; a Vladimir Putin, or a Kim Jong Un. That grandstanding was denied to him.

The flyover was bad enough. It had not been a part of the peaceful transfer of power for over forty years.

It was requested by a man who never served, a draft dodger, who received five medical deferments, for his bad feet, even though if you listen to him he was a world class athlete in his prep school days.

The most ridiculous man has become president of the United States, with the help of the Russians, and bad actors in the FBI.

America is already paying the price.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

May 1st, 2016, Sunday - Observation

It is finally warm.

My windows are open, my cat is basking in the sun.

The sound of a chainsaw intermittently buzzing comes into the house.

It is May Day and I skipped the parade.

My neighbors are outside cleaning.

I am inside thinking of a nap, like my cat in the sun.