When there's little happening in your life except the constant reminder of misery that surrounds just about everything you do, you procure a small statue that was in the house of some neighbors who decided they didn't want to pay their rent and high-tailed it out of town. It was a free-for-all but nothing really to be had...rancid smells, dirty carpets, dog feces all over, unread college books, Wal-mart Chinese communist imported pressed board computer tables from Alabama pine, and green bread. But there was a prize for me. It's one of those things like the Taco Bell bobbing head dog from the commercial that those morons finally stopped running...a small statuette of our man the "Joker." The likeness taken from the great actor who overdosed during the making of the Batman movie and they computerized him to finish the movie - I guess it is all about money after all...But check him out. He was so good in the "Knight's Tale"...later the "Patriot," one of my all time favorite movies with that ill-conceived Scottish wannabe and much maligned Mel Gibson. But if you look closely, what IS he looking at? He apparently has other things on his mind...not me. Something amiss up above maybe? Or could it be the decision of ONE Supreme Court Justice that's making him wonder?
ADHD is rearing its ugly head again - Squirrel!!! Sometimes it seems as if life is a constant thread of "It seemed like a good thing to do at the time," that's strung together - that would be me. You joined the Army (the "hollow" one), in 1973 just 4 days after high school graduation and where the headquarters company was filled with guys coming back from Vietnam still hooked on the "good stuff" - so what do they do? Put the druggies in the headquarters barracks of a MILITARY POLICE company where they continue their merry ways with the drug use and even though busted by the military still get promoted because they did their time and because they have time in grade and time in service so they get their stripes back in 2 months! Yeah! Truth is stranger than fiction. Then later the First Sergeant and Company Commander go through the barracks for a "health and welfare" inspection - "read" "I want to 'legally' check out what's in those foot lockers," and see all the pot and "bong" things and everything else used for the ingestion of illegal drugs. What does the commander say when he sees the roach clip with some pot still hanging on for dear life on my roommates foot locker? "Let it go, he's a good Soldier." Later that Friday, lots of beer on ice in garbage cans provided courtesy of the Company Command and First Sergeant thanking us for all the good work we did through the week. The drug guys got their medicine later that night. Irony is bleeding here. Thankfully those days - and that Army - is long gone.
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| Cow BBQ in Kosovo 2001 - or what you will feel like waiting in line at the DMV for medical care |
Bye Squirrel - Back to reality kids...I suppose in the end we will all have the look of the Joker - pale, pasty face, dark circles around the eyes, the pensive stare - as we await what little medical care we will never receive thanks to one Supreme Court Justice who bailed on the Constitution for who knows what reason. Those last days on earth will not be pretty once we have people similar to those who work at the DMV and don't know us nor love us making decisions on what we will and won't get medically - heck with the doctors - let a bureaucrat make the decision for you. Yeah Joker - it is a joke.
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