Philippe

Ohhhh, but military leadership gives you options for discipline not available to parents. Likewise, the military position has the option for limiting commitment to 4 years in most cases…while your own little special forces unit is a lifetime commitment of training, funding, nourishing body and minds of those destined to tests facets of the command structure; it’s a lifetime of stress tests where failure and resignation are not options.

Maybe, maybe not. What would the repercussions be if someone acts beyond the current administration if they know the consequences or going to be controlled or whitewashed in two months time; so it is still very volatile.

If not for the broader family and community issues, Will could be on that airplane himself, but Will has that sense that family and the larger community, the North, will be spared the worst if he is the focal point; sacrifice for the greater good…or lessor bad.

The old gold RR watch my grandfather had was handed down to my oldest brother. Granddad was very traditional, he had three girls and tradition was to the oldest son. So it was to then go to my oldest brother… Apparently years later, my oldest brother had developed depression and drank way more than family knew at the time. Yet his neighbors and few others knew his condition and habits. His house was broken into once, again this was without my knowledge and my conversations with my brother were that he was doing great and happier than he’d ever been. But the warning sign was that my brother had offered me my grandfathers watch. Me honoring my grandfather told him that no, he was to hand it down to his son…I too had three daughters, so it only made sense. My brother was found in the den floor by my elderly mother. Being elderly and my brother’s living conditions bad, she was unable to secure but a few valuables before locking up the house and leaving. His living conditions being far worse than I had been aware of; he didn’t want mom telling us siblings about his living. By the time I arrived in town the next afternoon, his house had been ransacked. The mess of the ransacking on top of his mess made it a disaster. After days of hunting and cleaning up his place, we were unable to find my grandfathers watch, or my brother’s full coin collection. Even in his depression we all thought he had those still in his possessions upon his death, as recent conversation with mom was to get a security system/camera for such valuables…which is why mom was there, as he was late to meet her to go shop for a system. So tradition was broken, when some thief saw the coroners car and the police there for hours, broadcasting his death and the soon to be vacant house. Area pawn shops were checked, but it was impossible to check them all and to keep doing so. My grandfather couldn’t read or write English (Native American), but he could tell time and had carried the watch with pride. His father and grandfather had evaded the roundup for the trail of tears march to new Indian lands, but the medicine-man secrets had been passed down through his lineage, again to my brother’s. Unfortunately the oldest son tradition failed at our generation and we’ve only had limited access available outside tribal lands…but it’s not totally forgotten or forfeited yet. As even I walked the pastures and collected roots and herbs for granddad. 😢 😢 😢

In person

This rogue command within the naval forces, setting up the blockade, needs to be rooted out. They have to know of their orders being illegal and against the lawful orders of the sitting president. No integrity nor honor there.

It may be more than the wind that blows these characters. 😇

One for each, loath and loathe, so the double is covering both bases. 😃

SOOO-o-oeeyyy, but it wasn’t the hogs that came. Dang, I didn’t know sulfurred lard was such a turn on, but hormones and pheromones go way beyond the pig pen…or they will once the guys recover. We use to use sulfur/Vaseline, mostly for ear canker, but general wound care too. Despite my young hormones, I never used that treatment on my fence post. Through the old drive-in theater had a glass house viewing room that people used in bad weather or perhaps with a group of kids..especially crying kids. My early morning delivery had me there on bicycle at maybe 0400. Hormones being what there were at 12-14yo, I had the glass house viewing room all to my nekked self, SOOO-o-oeeyyy I could cry, no brothers in the same bedroom, no quick teen shower, no one to hear me in that big old parking lot of the drive in, just me going from sitting to standing, to glass window treatments. It wasn’t until much later that I learned the old man caretaker actually lived in the caretaker shed on property. I had kinda wondered why he always stopped what he was doing, waved, and smiled upon my passing through on my afternoon deliveries. Probably living vicariously through my weekly window treatments as those weekends were mornings verses the afternoon deliveries. But every weekend a quick strip and what I thought to be private wank was likely; making any noise and talking in my hormonal bliss…. Then dressed and rode my bicycle off to continue my bicycle deliveries with a smile. Back when the digital age was safe, it was limited to 5 or maybe 10 digits and you knew your own biometrics.

She’s next

Andrew does know all about bulkheads bursting under extreme pressures.

The motion of the ocean can do that to seamen.

Carpet burns 🥵?? Unfortunately I’ve been there. 🤦‍♂️

Ahhhh, but his own son, Ned, knows that secret too. Perhaps a reverse age progression?

The wasn’t an Oral Office recording but rather another power monger recording conversations to blackmail or as insurance, either way they get a free pass or more power.

No, just them and security, leave the other family members there… 😊 har har

No, they’ve simplified it now….Mr and Mr Carter, Jacob Carter and Tommy Heston Carter. You better think carefully about who’s been buttering your pancakes boys. Alternatively, a Lazy Susan might help avoid the asking to pass….but, then it would probably be put the things back on the Lazy Susan were you got them, butthead.

Yeah, let’s get going. 😓

Given the turn out percentages in the US elections, probably not as important to try swaying the voters to the other side…it’s more of garnering voters to turn out and vote for you; so does your message resonate enough to tip the scales away from those that already have their party or alliances set.

Oh goodness, please don’t let my ramblings guide you astray. If anything I’m probably guilty of thinking aloud too often, but it’s always interesting to see where the story goes.

I thought it slang for the south side of Vegas or something…you know, in Boston, they have killer slots.

It’s hard for any parent to not be protective of their children, every creature in nature has that protective instinct. Likewise, only a starving animal should be so bold as to attack offspring, knowing the consequences that an enraged parent will bring. That brief lapse to decorum, within the context as explained and familiar to most Americans whether north or south as the conflict has had negative impact across the board…and it’s beyond economic impact too, and the people understand. I do not see that as a lost round in the debate.

You ordered coffee, and wanted it now?