Barcelona, 1998. I Had To Collage This, Because My Wide-angle Lense Failed During This Trip. The Whole

Fen at 4 months. Nice to have her and her sister Louie in our lives today.

Hey, Gunner! LOL

One more from Idaho, 2009. Craters of the Moon, with the guilty party(cinder cone) in the background. (Since visiting Kilauea is currently out of the question! Sigh...Love of volcanology...)

This is for my dear friend who was a door gunner, and for all of his brothers who didn't make it back, much Love and Respect. 🤗

Well folks, I have kept my mouth shut over most stuff while plugged in with many of you, reblogging things that touch on where I am at, and that I feel strongly about.

This little rant will probably hack some of you off. Too bad. I am not here to pat you on your back like the obsequious fucks that are all around. I speak as I see it.

I was raised in a household of a well-educated married couple, and indirectly taught to look at everything through a lense of fact-based evidence. If the evidence didn't fit my ideas, I changed my mind, NOT the evidence.

Feelings ain't facts.

This has led to division here and there, I have made and lost friends over the years due to my refusal to accept delusion as truth. Again, too bad.

My little crew and I are muddling along, day by day, and doing the best we can. Ours is a biracial relationship; I fell in love with her because of who she is, not because her skin is the same color as coffee with a little cream.

We hold no hatred towards any skin color. We hold no distaste or hatred towards same-sex attracted people. We aren't bound by religious "norms". We both have gay friends whom we hold dear in our hearts.

What we do NOT have is any patience or tolerance for mentally ill people who convince children that they can be something that they are not, from their DNA outwards, by mutilating and medicating themselves. We choose not to participate! If you are an ADULT, that's your thing, well, have at; don't expect me to pay for it or pretend. Ain't happening. Otherwise, live your life as you choose. But, here is your reality: keep trying to convince mentally and emotionally vulnerable children that destroying themselves will remake them into something YOU think they should be, and it won't end well.

You have managed to pull it off with some of my family. Because I value my freedom and ability to voice my opinions, I will not act on the anger in ways that would endanger that. I will speak as I see it.

My gay friends are horrified and in fear of the backlash you are creating, and rightly so. We all have enough trouble with the religious nutcases in the world, and you twisted fucks are winding them up by insisting on getting in the faces of their kids. I don't blame them; does the word "pogrom" have any meaning for you? Look it up! Because my dear friends will be swept away by that madness as well.

That backlash is on you delusional people, and your enablers. May the Old Ones, and Karma, give you exactly what you deserve. As for you people in the medical field who push this, because there is money to be made behind it, that goes double.

So, now it's "gas stimulus checks". AYFKM?? Fuck all the congressional shit-for-brains that have supported the war on the American energy industry by the current mis-administration! You won't see any of THEM running out of gas, or unable to fly anywhere they want, anytime they want, will ya? 🖕🖕🖕

For Muriel, Li'lBit, and my cousin's daughter Lauren, who still fight on. ❤️❤️❤️

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Eighteen Years

Left to right: Al Sr., Richard, JR, me...

Wasn't long after, Pa(Richard) passed the Veil(Vernal Equinox, 2000)...and, less than a year later, some worthless piece of human garbage put an end to my brother-in-law, JR, and Debbie, his lady. This day, 2001. To this day, the intensity of my hatred for the perp has not lessened. Thank the Gods for Karma; knowing that he, and I, always answer for our deeds, I put one foot in front of the other, and do my best to keep mine balanced. Seeing and feeling the pain this brought my family has not made it easy, but the pain I could have caused them by dealing with the mfs myself, and in the end not be there for any of them, gave me pause. I asked the Old Ones to give me a sign if I was to be allowed to bring retribution...18 years on, the answer remains, "No..." So Mote It Be.

Love you, J...

Clear enough, ain't it?