Andrew Pannek, brother of Lt. Chris Pannek, USMC posted a picture album that included shots at Quantico and Gettysburg ... It reminded me of my trip to Gettysburg and some boyhood memories ... I wrote to Chris ...
Great photos posted by Andrew ... Man, Gettysburg brought back some heavy memories ... Gettysburg, Dealey Plaza and the Alamo ... powerful places ... There was a skirmish line that ran through my backyard where I grew up in Atlanta ... we dug up stuff all the time ... maybe its just me, but I could feel the pain and the suffering ... I will always remember it from home and felt it at Gettysburg ...
What seems to be misunderstood these days is that strength, preparedness and the power of purpose and honor yields and assures peace ... when you have to kill them, it means something has failed and the penalty is that pain and suffering of our best men and women ... those heroes that lost their lives are trying to tell us something ... be strong and prevent this from ever happening again ... That's why I say thank you every chance I get ... I really mean it; we owe y'all so much ...
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Before I Was A Mom ...
Posted by Dana Fox Austin on Mother's Day on Facebook ... Sunday, May 10, 2009
"Before I was a Mom: I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom." Happy Mother's Day!
Beautiful thoughts ... Well said ... Wonderful, strong women are the cement that hold a society together ... Thank God for the Mothers ...
"Before I was a Mom: I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom." Happy Mother's Day!
Beautiful thoughts ... Well said ... Wonderful, strong women are the cement that hold a society together ... Thank God for the Mothers ...
What if Muhannad Hab Been A Buddhist?
Mon 12:39am Edit Note Delete
If degrading and harming women ... If murder in the name of God ... was not acceptable to the majority of Islam it would stop tomorrow ... A billion people could sweep the streets of these monsters ...
What if all religions were based on a guiding principle that commanded the faithful to "earn" passage into heaven or enlightenment by doing good deeds for every living thing on Earth ... Religion and faith are real ... what men do with it is unreal ... just unreal
If degrading and harming women ... If murder in the name of God ... was not acceptable to the majority of Islam it would stop tomorrow ... A billion people could sweep the streets of these monsters ...
What if all religions were based on a guiding principle that commanded the faithful to "earn" passage into heaven or enlightenment by doing good deeds for every living thing on Earth ... Religion and faith are real ... what men do with it is unreal ... just unreal
No one is the same ...
Mon 2:29pm Edit Note Delete
"Most folks are running away from a simple truth - three characteristics of existence are suffering, impersonality, and impermanence. No one is the same person they were even as long ago as yesterday, yet we cling to the idea that somewhere, someone, something, anything, remains the same. It's a trick your mind plays to trap your heart."
From a Comment on Buzzfeed on growing older/Unknown
"Most folks are running away from a simple truth - three characteristics of existence are suffering, impersonality, and impermanence. No one is the same person they were even as long ago as yesterday, yet we cling to the idea that somewhere, someone, something, anything, remains the same. It's a trick your mind plays to trap your heart."
From a Comment on Buzzfeed on growing older/Unknown
Southern Boys and Lamb Chops ...
A little story from today about memories and a lamb chop ...
A Supper Time Story ...
Tonight, I cooked one of the best suppers I have had in a long time … surprisingly good lamb chops! … Garlic grilled with garlic mashed potatoes and French-cut green beans with garlic. However, before I tell you more about the meal I have a little story that will add to your appreciation of the event.
Now, I grew up in the Deep South in Georgia. Georgia is as deep and as south as you can get. If you cross over the border into Florida, you are actually going North. There are some good things about Florida but they are confined to God’s work on the weather and the Georgia people that have moved there to help out. But that’s another story.
Anyway, as a Georgia boy back in the day you didn’t get a lot of sheep to eat. So on one rare occasion my Mom decided to buy some lamb that had been mis-shipped to the local A&P over on Marietta Street. She wanted us to be exposed to some “international cuisine.” Okra is from Africa but was by then too Georgia-fied to be international or cuisine. She didn’t exactly know what to do with it so she floured it up and chicken-fried it like a pork chop. There is no rule in the Old Testament about cooking more religiously followed by a Southern lady than you have to cook pork until it and all the little creepy-crawlies inside the pork are dead. Mom did just that; that lamb and everything in it was dead and cooked "twice over."
The house smelled a little like a wet dog that mysteriously caught on fire. The lamb tasted like Mom had plated some singed fur as the flaming dog ran by. It was awful. I think that was somewhere around 1955 or 56 and I had not had sheep outside of some great Greek or Italian restaurant since that time. Even then, I made damn sure that they did not offer chicken-fried mutton on their menu out of fear of that smell.
However, today was different. A sweetheart who is always “paying it forward” had given me several cuts of lamb from the family pet that they had beheaded in an Idaho ritual. The ritual I refer to is where you raise the little lamb, fool it into thinking it’s a member of the family, whack it and then cut it up into small packages of goodness … and chops! Wonderful chops I found out!
I knew I was not going to fry my chops. Been there! I soaked them for two days in an orange juice marinade with garlic, onion powder, Tony Chachere’s Original Creole Seasoning, pepper, thyme and a liberal splash of Crystal Hot Sauce. Now, every Southern man is taught to cook and do ‘bout everything for himself but sew. I am a pretty good cook. I know my way around a grill but I have no idea where the credit goes for the deliciousness that followed. Was it the magic of the orange juice from Florida; the labor of love that Tony put in his seasoning; or the blazing hot grill that eradicated the last wet-dog smell tucked away in some dark crevice? I don’t know but it was great and the movie the “Silence of the Lambs” is not so creepy anymore. I may have it again with some onion rings and hushpuppies ...
And so it goes …
A Supper Time Story ...
Tonight, I cooked one of the best suppers I have had in a long time … surprisingly good lamb chops! … Garlic grilled with garlic mashed potatoes and French-cut green beans with garlic. However, before I tell you more about the meal I have a little story that will add to your appreciation of the event.
Now, I grew up in the Deep South in Georgia. Georgia is as deep and as south as you can get. If you cross over the border into Florida, you are actually going North. There are some good things about Florida but they are confined to God’s work on the weather and the Georgia people that have moved there to help out. But that’s another story.
Anyway, as a Georgia boy back in the day you didn’t get a lot of sheep to eat. So on one rare occasion my Mom decided to buy some lamb that had been mis-shipped to the local A&P over on Marietta Street. She wanted us to be exposed to some “international cuisine.” Okra is from Africa but was by then too Georgia-fied to be international or cuisine. She didn’t exactly know what to do with it so she floured it up and chicken-fried it like a pork chop. There is no rule in the Old Testament about cooking more religiously followed by a Southern lady than you have to cook pork until it and all the little creepy-crawlies inside the pork are dead. Mom did just that; that lamb and everything in it was dead and cooked "twice over."
The house smelled a little like a wet dog that mysteriously caught on fire. The lamb tasted like Mom had plated some singed fur as the flaming dog ran by. It was awful. I think that was somewhere around 1955 or 56 and I had not had sheep outside of some great Greek or Italian restaurant since that time. Even then, I made damn sure that they did not offer chicken-fried mutton on their menu out of fear of that smell.
However, today was different. A sweetheart who is always “paying it forward” had given me several cuts of lamb from the family pet that they had beheaded in an Idaho ritual. The ritual I refer to is where you raise the little lamb, fool it into thinking it’s a member of the family, whack it and then cut it up into small packages of goodness … and chops! Wonderful chops I found out!
I knew I was not going to fry my chops. Been there! I soaked them for two days in an orange juice marinade with garlic, onion powder, Tony Chachere’s Original Creole Seasoning, pepper, thyme and a liberal splash of Crystal Hot Sauce. Now, every Southern man is taught to cook and do ‘bout everything for himself but sew. I am a pretty good cook. I know my way around a grill but I have no idea where the credit goes for the deliciousness that followed. Was it the magic of the orange juice from Florida; the labor of love that Tony put in his seasoning; or the blazing hot grill that eradicated the last wet-dog smell tucked away in some dark crevice? I don’t know but it was great and the movie the “Silence of the Lambs” is not so creepy anymore. I may have it again with some onion rings and hushpuppies ...
And so it goes …
We are loosing the "means to meaning ... and ... Truth"
Today at 7:22am Edit Note Delete
Quoted from a post by Robert Tapia on Facebook, May 20 (Edited)
"... words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of (a possible) truth ... "
"... And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission." - V for Vendetta
Added comment:
The current complacency and collaboration with "Hate Crimes" legislation and rule is the most vile attack on free speech since the dark days of Nazism and the suppression of the individual free voice under Soviet rule ... Who decides what "Hate" is? A committee of "enlightened" bureaucrats? Bullshit! Your freedom is slipping away daily ...
Quoted from a post by Robert Tapia on Facebook, May 20 (Edited)
"... words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of (a possible) truth ... "
"... And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission." - V for Vendetta
Added comment:
The current complacency and collaboration with "Hate Crimes" legislation and rule is the most vile attack on free speech since the dark days of Nazism and the suppression of the individual free voice under Soviet rule ... Who decides what "Hate" is? A committee of "enlightened" bureaucrats? Bullshit! Your freedom is slipping away daily ...
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