What’d I Do?

For the past week I have been watching, in disbelief, the number of legitimate, not bots, visitors to this website. Average-500 per day. Today is almost 700. Each time I stare at the number I ask myself, “What’d I Do?” I am a person who is grateful just to be alive and be able to handle one problem upon another, but, to start a website, out of the blue but for a half an idea, and have it accepted by so many must be because Trump got elected again?

Are we all in a good mood? No, I seriously doubt that having switched between this news channel and that. On one side I hear a group of morons at some beach howling and screaming at the ocean and on another I hear ‘at ta boys galore. I’d much rather have Trump, knowing what he did his first try, watching after this nation, run by some old fart, like me, asleep at the wheel with a pirate for a first mate!

Maybe it is because I have seen every president since Harry Truman? I’ve seen a passel of them, that’s for sure. Some good, some bad, but never one like this one we have now. He is a kid playing with matches and a bit limited upstairs, if you know what I mean. I wish him no ill, mind you, but seeing him in this short-timers roll leads me to wonder just who was running the country. I can’t say for sure but I seriously doubt it was just one guy. Susan Rice is a weird woman and I do hope it wasn’t her.

See, the thing is that, since Vietnam, I pay attention. I had to then and it seemed like a really good idea. Hours upon hours gazing into a five by five inch scope with five traces (classified) looking for emissions of the enemy. When I found one I radioed it in and that message was transmitted and people died. All because of me. I wear that knowledge to this day and it is that knowledge that allows me to pay attention.

I am not smarter than anyone else I am just one who learned hard lessons from age nineteen to twenty-three. Lessons I took with me and never forgot. Forgetting lessons gets people killed and I wanted to live as long as God would allow me to. And, I am still here. Blessed am I, I shouldn’t be here. (That’s a story for another day though.)

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