On We Go!

This is my dunderheaded article number two. Spell check does not agree with the way I spelled “dunderheaded” but I don’t, at this juncture, think I will lose sleep over that. If my day continues as it has I will remain breathing and have some sleep that I hope to wake up from. Ain’t life a bowl of raisins though? Cherries is old hat but I have a hat that is older, I think. You know what a hat is right? No joke, but in the atmosphere we are all living in now it is a wonder that some raisin head has not come up with a dirty word for hat.

We live in a time unlike the time when I grew up. I once said the “F” word in front of my mother and got my mouth washed out with soap. That is the truth, so I made certain that I only used the “F” word around like minded friends from then on. I also stole cigarettes from my mom and dad when I was around eleven and smoked them, sort of, in the back alley where we lived. This is when I should have been called a fool because we don’t wait until we’re adults to be fools. Kids are better at being fools than any adult now or then, sort of. Of course, there is no accounting for maturity so adults should consider what they are doing at all ages. Damn fools, some of ’em.

Well, here we go and where we stop know one has a bloody clue. Being the second of thousands of articles I intend to write here I want to mention China. If I write that word here those who watch what others say in China will see it and think I’ve not been to China before. I was but it was in a sneaky manner when we sailed into her waters to see what we could intercept from the mainland. That was my job if I wasn’t floating around in the Gulf of Tonkin back then.

Yeah, I’ve been around from here to yonder and lived to tell about it. An awful lot of us didn’t back then in the Vietnam war. That, though, would fill a book and louse up my sense of humor so I won’t mention that time of my life much here. Suffice it to say that it was those times that gave me my ironic sense of humor. That said, my sense of humor isn’t for everyone. It isn’t for the coddled and spoiled brats of America. It is only for those who have faced life, been beaten down by it, and got back in the fight, scars and all. Are you ready for me?

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