. . . It can be taken or left splayed out in a pool of ooze. I don’t look at what I write as a “pool of ooze.” It doesn’t take a genius to write any of this. What it does take is a person who started out adult life participating in killing, legally. Combat is just what I described, legal killing. One mustn’t care about the morality of it all when war is taking place. One immorality demands another and that, my friends, is the state of this world. What? You thought this world was hunky dory? Not even a sixteenth of an inch is this world moral. Nations we love aren’t moral either. Call what I said, one immorality demands another, a corollary. Just like in geometry. It is not a postulate or theorem, it is a corollary.

The question is, am I soured by my young adulthood? The answer is a loud NO! I just learned what the world actually is. People can choose to be nice to one another and they do. Others, well, others are never satisfied with what they have and want it changed or more of it. All of us are guilty of this to one degree or another. In this country, the left wants change from our Constitution to some ideal of Marxism. These are people that refuse reality with the shadow of a hope that they can make Marxism work and we will all be happy sitting on the government’s lap begging for another cookie.

Begging for cookies comes from the government having the only money to buy things. Marxism makes children of adults who should know better. Seems to me I was fighting Marxists in Vietnam. Oh, yeah, I was. Where has this nation gone since then?

We are about half Marxist now with the other half trying to be nice so that we can all get along. Ain’t nothing nice about Marxists as they’ve shown, over and over since the end of the nineteenth century. From the Soviets to the Chinese to, now, the Venezuelans, Marxism rules and citizens die. Cuba is almost a dead country due to Marxism. We’ll see what happens if Trump can persuade them to go back to capitalism if, that is, America can hold off the Marxists. We are already too far down that road aren’t we? Yes, we certainly are or I wouldn’t use the last years of my time on Earth writing this stuff.

Can you hear me? That is the question.

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