To: Nowhere Man
Nowhere man...not only sugar but tobacco, where can one smoke anymore, too much salt in the food, too many carbs in the school’s cafeteria and money machines, only lean meat is good for you, only certain oils are good, need I go on? Pretty soon they’re going to tell us which side of the bed to get out of.
To: tillacum
Nowhere man...not only sugar but tobacco, where can one smoke anymore, too much salt in the food, too many carbs in the schools cafeteria and money machines, only lean meat is good for you, only certain oils are good, need I go on? Pretty soon theyre going to tell us which side of the bed to get out of.
Yeah, I'm getting tired of it. It reminds me of the last scene in "Demolition Man" (set in 2032) where the underground people came above ground demanding their freedom, one driving a 1970 Oldsmobile 442.
Getting back to the subject, I admire people who serve in the military and my hats off to them. The downside is they are serving an America that really no longer exists or at least is being transformed. We are not the nation of World War II or even the 1970's/1980's era of "Baseball, hotdogs, apple pie and Chevrolet" anymore.
I'm 45 so I'm past the age, but I cannot join the military today in good conscience (besides, I'm too much of a renegade to begin with, but that aside) because I might be ordered to do something bad and not within our Constitution. I know men who served in Vietnam and later who even said that the way things are now, they would disown any of their kids (even beat them up too) if they would join and if there was a draft, they would send them to Canada, Costa Rica, and so on. I do understand their cynicism, I'm a cynic myself. Still if we were attacked, they would most likely join the unorganized militias instead like the Ohio Militia and so on.
It's a shame really. B-(
181 posted on
02/05/2012 4:03:13 PM PST by
Nowhere Man
(Holodeck Computer: End Obama Administration simulation program, NOW!!!!)
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