1987 PBS The Secret Government

1987 --- i recall watching this... it was the year a lot of my political ideology changed.


The Final D-Day | Marshall Ramsey

The Final D-Day | Marshall Ramsey

On June 6, 2011, in the corner of a forgotten nursing home, sat a forgotten man who was desperately trying to forget.

The old man looked around at the room; it was a cloudy blur. Cataracts had taken his one last good sense from him. He did know the room was full of women. Old, gossipy women, if you asked him. He was the only man in the room and a source of much of their gossip. It was enough to bring a smile to his weathered face. “I would have killed to be in a room full of women when I was 20.” He rolled his wheelchair over to the window and looked out at the mountains in the distance. He loved the East Tennessee Smokies. The mountains faded to black as he closed his eyes and drifted off. He had killed when he was 20.

Explosions rocked the airplane. A C-47 Dakota, the military version of the venerable Douglas DC-3 two-engined transport, had caught fire. The Germans apparently did not want company. It was June 6, 1944 — D-Day as General Eisenhower had called it when he spoke to him and his fellow Rangers. They were in the 101st Airborne, the Screaming Eagles, and today was the first day of the end of Hitler’s reign over the continent of Europe. Flak tore through the front of the aircraft, killing a Private who had been throwing up just a second ago. He looked away from the blood and out the window to see the right engine was flaming. Not a good start to the day. Suddenly an explosion…

The old man woke up. Dorothy Snodgrass had dropped her tray, causing the young orderlies to scurry like ants. To the workers at the nursing home, he was just an old man, a crumbled relic of humanity. He looked out at the mountains again and could see shapes in the clouds. That one reminded him of the Eiffel Tower. Ah, the day he helped liberate Paris. He could smell the sweet smell of perfume in the air. He closed his eyes, took a deep breathe and tasted the lipstick of the young French girl who had planted her lips on his.

A young worker tapped him on his shoulder. ”Time for your pills, old timer.” The man looked at the 24-year-old. The kid knew nothing about sacrifice. About pain. About losing everything and gaining ultimate victory. The kid shoved three pills in his mouth and gave him a drink of water. ”Swallow those and I’ll go get you some lunch.”

Lunch. Mush or whatever the mystery gruel of the day was. Sigh. He remembered his first meal at the German cafe in Berchtesgaden. The taste of the beer. The softness of the bread. The fraulein who served them. Blonde. Busty. He closed his eyes again and his mind drifted off.

More explosions. He floated down into Hell. The C-47 was on fire, lighting up the inky black of the Normandy sky — they had to jump early. Lord only knew where he was about to land. He looked over at his Captain. Tracer fire ripped through the Captain’s body, causing him to burst into a cloud of red vapor. What was left of his body plummeted to the ground. The Germans weren’t playing. He was jolted to his senses as his legs hit the ground. More explosions went off around him…

A door had slammed. The man lifted his chin so the young man could wipe the food off of it. How embarrassing. How could a warrior like him end up in this place?

He rolled over to a dark corner, forgotten and closed his eyes once again. This time there were no explosions; he just saw his old men. They were coming out of the light, surrounded by fog. There was Lefty. There was Sarge. There was Jimbo. All had perished in the Battle of the Bulge. The Captain came and grabbed his hand. ”Get out of that chair, soldier,” he commanded. The man could walk for the first time in years. He walked arm and arm with his old comrades into history.

His war was over. It was his final D-Day. His victory had finally come.


my weekend... or why i will never be allowed to use kitchen appliances without p.a.s.

soo, i was in a hurry and didn't unplug the gadget before i cleaned under the blades... oops.

there wasn't enough left to reattach, literally hamburger in the kitchen sink.

had to have surgery to get it closed up... and i am no longer allowed to use kitchen appliances without proper adult supervision... barring that? a grandchild must be present to keep me from losing another finger/thumb



i adore people that have preconceived ideas about intelligence -- ya know, those dealing with gender, race, region, etc. --- while some aren't intentional [as the title suggests] i am still amused at those i meet who automatically assume i am of below average intelligence.

many of my elder profs looked at me and thought i was in the wrong class...
"a female in quantum physics??  an attractive female?? ... she MUST have read her schedule incorrectly"

the one time i defended sarah palin was after the katie couric interview.  if you recall, couric grilled palin on the newspapers she read. i despise defending politicians and/or celebrities... my area of expertise is snark... and it's much more enjoyable than defending... much, much more fun.

it reminded me of a time in san fransisco -- i was at a coffee shop reading the times or wall street journal [ loooong before cell phones and smart phones were de rigueur], can't recall which.. and my server started a conversation, noted my accent, asked where i was from, then stated,
"wow, i never would expect to see you reading THIS paper"

i was a bit startled and asked 'why?' --- he stammered and stuttered.. and i told him...
"aawww babe, don't be embarrassed... i just picked up this purty paper to wipe my aaaiiiss with later... y'all sell some mighty fine toilet paper here in cal-I-forn-ia"

he sent another server and i didn't see his face again.


Desiderata ~ Max Ehrman

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,

even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals,

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

(c) Max Ehrman 1926


now you are not supposed to doubt

US Armed Forces and spirituality......

 is there a study that says those that do not believe [spirituality/religion] are not fit for combat? no ... i'm serious... is there?

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