Neanderpundit

You got me into adulthood, and your heart failed you.

You had been given up for dead three times in your life, and still managed to raise a family and prepare us for the world before you went to your reward, too early by half for me.

As I approach the age at which you were taken from us, I think, how hard your life had been, how much you endured, how much pain you lived through, and how much of a wimp i am by comparison. In five years I will be the age you were when you died,having led a pretty soft life by comparison

I wish you were here to show me where I might be straying from the path. I have a million questions, now that i have a child of my own. I hope that someday I earn the title you held: Father. The only important job I ever had. The job you did with unequalled ease while carrying the load of Atlas; no wonder you died so young.

Thanks.

Oh, I dunno. What if everyone wasn’t a FUCKING MORON?

Look, you idiots. Everything DOES run on gas, or some kind of fossil fuel, or some kind of nuclear fuel. End of question, period. Solar power is nuclear power, you morons, and wind power relies as much on the heat of the sun as anything. Do you think electricity is just made in those wall sockets? I’m amused that the gas engines are all dirty and leaking. God forbid we characterizer engines as being clean and efficient

UPDATE: Thanks to Ed Hering for reminding me a process he once explained to me, read about Abiogenic formation of fossil fuels. very interesting stuff there. Wonder why the greenies aren’t dumping millions into that like they’re doing wiht Gloebull Warmening? Oh, yeah, beause they can’t use Gold’s theories to make us all live in the fucking dark ages.

if you’re an old fart like me

The Post office prints Bill Mauldin stamps.

When I was a kid, I used to play with my uncles old army gear. He had uniforms and packs piled in boxes in his garage, and his kids and i would dress up and run around the yard yelling at the neighbors, who happened to be korean, but were Japanese looking enough for us, and always got to be the “Nips”

Evenings, though, we’d sit in the shed and paw through the copies of ‘Stars and Stripes” and read the cartoons, mostly. None of the rest of the shit meant anything to us. So by the time I was ten, I knew who Bill Mauldin was, and when he died in 03, a little bit of me died with him.

Now, philately gets me nowhere- but when I get a piece of mail that had a Bill Mauldin stamp on it, I had to see if they still did, and they do! So yes, you can bet your ass I’ll be buying some, and sending out mail with them.