Why yes, yes it was...

That was quite a departure. But sometimes, just sometimes, things bother me long enough to say something, without explanation. Such was the case with the previous post.

I have no idea what I'm doing here (life) or here (blog). It is funny to think now, that I used to feel a need to blog. Yes... a need. I could be sleep deprived, wide awake in the dark, or sleepy as heck with my head flopping and eyes glazing over, but I would make myself type. Now, this is like the quiet place where I come just to say... I am still here.

War is not the solution...

 

Peace Activists and Human Rights Activists, all well and good on this soft, cushy side of the world. We've heard it all before... "Peace now!" "Why can't there be peace?" ... and "War is not the solution." We've been down this road before. Perhaps war is not the solution, but sometimes... it is the only answer. You can't just sign a Facebook petition to stop an Islamic fundamentalist from beheading someone. You can't simply sign a petition and force someone to cease being a religious extremist. How can you find peace with a man or woman veiled in the guise of religious freedom... a religion not tempered by logic... a religion that has not changed nor evolved in over a thousand years... a religion oftentimes fueled by hatred...

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And no... we aren't starting a war... The jihadists already did, and they will again, Allah willing, God forbid.
 

The 25th

Happy birthday Tommy.

The Ice Bucket Challenge

Have been seeing these videos posted all over Facebook, to raise awareness of ALS, a debilitating neurological disease, also known as Lou Gehrig's disease. Finally came across this one. If you want to know what it's about..

(YouTube Views as of August 17, 2014, 8:28pm - 828)

The cast

I don't think it matters this time if the movie sucks.

(Was never much of a Stallone fan, but I think I like him a bit more now.)

Oh... and even if it does suck, I'll probably enjoy it...
 

Nanu Nanu

It has been 33 days since my last blogpost. Greetings and goodbyes seem to be the order of life...

 

Back in April I got to meet my new nephew for the first time. That was a treat... a joy really.

 

A few months ago, Dad lost his younger brother, then shortly after that, his older brother who was a whopping 90 years old, then his girl friend, who had just turned 90 in April, followed by one of the long tine neighbour fellows. Within the past three weeks, the dads of two of my brother's old school buddies passed away. One of these friends passed away 4 years ago at the age of 44. I feel detached. I feel sad. It is not a sadness for personal loss, but perhaps simply for life itself.

And now for a laugh...



I know I will die wishing that I had done more with the life I was given.