Accidentally Internet-Free

I’ve been out of state to visit family for the passed week or so. It turns out that my family has dial-up, which is equal to no Internet access as far as I’m concerned. Actually, I didn’t mind it at all. No politics, no bad news, and nothing to get my dander in a bunch.

Here’s a photo of my legal counsel conferring with a possible client.


He rarely says “neigh” to anyone in need.

Yeah, I went there.


Unknown Soldiers Remembered

The Unknown Soldiers. is one story after another about the individual service members, and their families, who have given their lives or limbs for a greater cause. The stories are painful to read, as each one brings tears to the eyes and a tidal wave of emotion. It is difficult to justify drowning in sorrow, when the spouses and family members of the fallen and wounded describe their determination to continue on, in the memory of their loved one.

These soldiers, marines, and airmen believed they were a part of something greater than themselves. They fought and died for their buddies, their families, and their country. Most people will never know why or how the military can bring out the desire to be an instrument of change. Politics is meaningless and irrelevant to those who have seen the true faces of oppression and death. Preventing the bad guys from oppressing and killing the innocent and helpless is a noble and just cause. People can call this jingoism or idealistic, but in the end, all things can be reduced to their most basic components. You can fight to protect others or you can talk about it, but if the bad guys are willing to die for their beliefs then words will not prevent anyone from dying, and you can only hide for so long before they come to force their beliefs on you.

I am thankful for their sacrifices, everyday. The broken minds and bodies of our wounded warriors must be given the full care and attention that we give the smallest child. They have thrown themselves in harm’s way, so that we can comfortably squabble over semantics. They will continue to do it, because that is what you do, when you know that someone has to stand up to the bad guys.


Kansas gov. signs measure blocking Islamic law | Fox News.

The new law, taking effect July 1, doesn’t specifically mention Shariah law, which broadly refers to codes within the Islamic legal system. Instead, it says courts, administrative agencies or state tribunals can’t base rulings on any foreign law or legal system that would not grant the parties the same rights guaranteed by state and U.S. constitutions.

During the Kansas Senate’s debate on the bill earlier this month, Sen. Susan Wagle, a Wichita Republican described a vote for the measure as a vote for women’s rights, adding, “They stone women to death in countries that have Shariah law.”

Hooper said supporters of such proposals have made it clear they are targeting Islamic law.

Underlying all of this is demonizing Islam and marginalizing American Muslims,” he said.

I’ve made a personal decision regarding Islam. That decision is that I have no problem demonizing a religion that would even consider allowing:

Egypt’s National Council for Women (NCW) has appealed to the Islamist-dominated parliament not to approve two controversial laws on the minimum age of marriage and allowing a husband to have sex with his dead wife within six hours of her death according to a report in an Egyptian newspaper.

She was referring to two laws: one that would legalize the marriage of girls starting from the age of 14 and the other that permits a husband to have sex with his dead wife within the six hours following her death.

There are a lot of kooky laws still on the books, that we get to smile and shake our heads over, but when a contemporary parliament actively considers the merits of child marriage and necrophilia, then I seriously have no problem DEMONIZING THIS STUPID ASS RELIGION. There are a lot of religious activities that I find ridiculous, as I am agnostic, and take a dim view on the strict interpretation of any religious doctrine. I could point to many silly-ass traditions within the various Christian sects, but luckily they have no affect on me, because they are not LAWS.

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The Deficit of a Nation

I’ve always made certain to say, “Welcome Home” to any Vietnam veteran to whom I was introduced. Then I made a decision to start saying it to those I saw in the store, in a parking lot, or across the street. I’m not the outgoing type, not a people person, and definitely not the type to talk to strangers. It’s difficult for me, but I do my best to “reach down and grab a pair” (of ovaries, in my case) and live up to this commitment.

Usually, it’s a matter of walking up to the individual, begging their pardon, grabbing their hand and choking out a welcome home, before fleeing the scene. I’m hoping that, with practice, it will involve more grace and less wild-eyed lurching. This is all about me needing to make amends for every babykiller comment ever uttered to a veteran. My beloved grandmother was always quick to admonish anyone who had negative comments about people in the military, especially back during the days of the Vietnam <air quote>conflict</air quote>. She wasn’t a political person, she was just protective of anyone who served their country. I try to emulate her in as many ways as I can.

The following link is to a forum thread that has page after page of actions that are note-worthy. Lots of videos, article and photo scans, and personal stories from Vietnam vets

Soldier’s Humanitarian & GOOD DEEDS during Vietnam’s “American War” – Page 4 – Armchair General and HistoryNet >> The Best Forums in History.

Here’s a random example

We had many, “hundreds+” villages and hamlets within the 1st Inf Div AO.

Many times, our Company and Platoon Combat Medics would provide care and treatment to primarily us, but when the need was there, they also gave the same services to our enemy and civilians as we went about our business.

If we were just passing through a village our Medics could not wonder off on their own to care for them. However when we had to pause and stay for an hour or two, providing we were not involved in contact, the Medic would seek permission from Plt. Leaders and/or Sgts if he could provide some comfort to the civilians. Our major concern with this was the amount of product; many times Platoon Medics didn’t have enough creating a “logistical” problem and had to be re-supplied.

– Ken Jensen

1st ID, 1/28th ’67/’68 Phouc Vinh & Quan Loi
Skirmishes Bu Dop Dec-67, An My, Thu Duc Feb-68
Plt. Ldr – CIB, Purple Hearts, Silver Star

The thread goes off-topic occasionally, but even that is interesting to read. Once you’re done there, go find an old soldier and tell him, “Welcome Home.” We need to address this debt before it’s too late, and the opportunity to repay it is gone, forever.

An Observation On Serving Your Country

There are bad people who do bad things, good people who do bad things, and people who stand by, apathetically watching, as others act. This is axiomatic. Culture, creed, religion, gender, ethnicity, and politics are immaterial when it comes to this truth. It is no different for the military.

For anyone who is serving, or has served, it is obvious that the media is only interested in stories about the aforementioned people. The public wants what it wants, and cares naught for anything not adhering to their agenda, whether personal or institutional. I have found that most know nothing about the many ways in which veterans, and actively serving troops, have made the world a better place to live, whether individually or globally.

During the years that I served in the US Army, I never had my humanity tested. I am so very proud to have served in Desert Storm, and to be able to call myself a veteran. I am proud to be a part of a family legacy, wherein my great-grandfather, my grandfather, my father, and my uncle have all served during times of war. I am the only woman, in my family to have served, but the women in my family have always praised my choice and supported me during my years of service. I also happened to be the proud wife of a retired Army combat veteran. My husband is the inspiration for this project, for it is his stories that I wanted told. I wanted other people to know that, as a soldier, he was a “rough man,” but he is and was also compassionate, selfless, and kind in his actions. His is the character that does not require an audience to do the right thing, nor acknowledgement for defending the weak or helping a stranger.