A MIND FOREVER VOYAGING THROUGH STRANGE SEAS OF THOUGHT, ALONE


This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.



The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

GOOD, WELL, WHAT THE HELL

Well, apparently the protestors in Ukraine have won.  Hundreds dead and they over threw the government.  Lessons learned?

Well, most of the residents of Ukraine did not take part in any of the protest, they sat at home and watched it on TV or possibly didn't even know about it if they didn't live in a major city.  Governments, like ours, are now going to be even more determined to initiate plans to take away guns from citizens, since probably less than 1,000,000 people in Ukraine successfully led a revolt and overthrow of the government because they were armed with handguns and rifles.  Militias in this country must be salivating at what happened in the Ukraine and hoping they can pull it off here, but then again, that is not fair because I'm sure union thugs and other liberal wing nuts are thinking the same thing.

And then we have our veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan, coming back to this country where jobs are scarce, the benefits cut, and one wonders where this is going to lead; another Bonus Army event?

After WWI, congress voted to give members of the military in WWI $1.50 a day for each day in war, $1 for stateside service, but not payable until 1945.  Well, in 1932, with the depression in full bloom, 10,000 former WWI vets met around DC demanding the bonus now.  The House voted to give it to them, but the senate, in less than 2m8sec voted not to give the bonus.

The vets had been very well behaved, camping out in several camps, but the city finally tired of it and sent cops in to break it up.  Shots were fired, two vets killed.  Hoover heard about it and ordered the army to clear it out.  Now this is interesting; McArthur was in charge, DDE was his liaison with the DC cops and Patton was in charge of the calvary.  And they attacked the vets, pushing them back across a river, and Hoover ordered it stopped.  McArthur ignored the order and went into the camp, burning it like Atlanta burned in the Civil War.  Thousands of WWI vets were injured, including women and children.

Apparently, the WWI vets were not armed; something for our Iraqi and Afghani veterans to remember if the need arises.  Look up the story of the Bonus Army, it's a fascinating read.  And to think that McArthur, DDE, and Patton were all involved in this dark moment of US history.

One thing for Ukraine is sure though, if history is any indication, you will soon regret the government you are going to get and wish you had the government you kicked out.

Funny thing out west here, when you meet people and say "how you doing" people always say "I'm well".  In other parts of the country, people say "I'm good".  I commented on that the other day to someone who claims that 'well' is proper grammar and 'good' is bad English.

I let it go, but they are wrong.  In fact, 'well' is improper.

Good is an adjective, while well is an adverb.  I'm, which is I am, the 'am' is a conjucation of 'to be', which is a linking verb.  When you use a linking verb, you link to an adjective, not an adverb.  So proper grammar would not be "I'm well" because you are linking a linking verb to the adverb.

But I didn't tell them that because doing so would make me look kind of like a jerk, I think.  Either that, or people would start calling me Cliff or Mr. Peabody or something.

Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one