This is war.

Men on the edge of breaking down, breaking out the guns, outside the door the beach roars, the bloody waves mock life, soldiers tossed like toys, justice crying, the statues left of the dead, our heart solid, hands ready, the fight to turn the waves around, to change history, as our enemy would have done.

Children will not be made the worst victims of war. Not on my watch.

Fights aren't for totally soft people.

Being a romantic at heart, while being a sword dude is real for me.

Bill Hole has a secret! He secretly carries one of Susan's bra's with him at all times, and it is almost as precious as Rock Buddy!

Unfortunatly this is war. This is death and destruction, bodies strewn about covered in their own bloody intestines, parents butchered by shelling clutching their beloved child, this is war, buildings of beauty ripped to pieces by missles, this is the darkness of envy, man's perverse interest in displays of strength, to be fearless and wanton, this is the horror of soot and screams and sirens. The romance of it is delusion, often hiding the faces of cowards, I can not forgive the crimes of deported children, or anything so vile and disgusting. May this war end, and may we have the strength, wits, and teamwork to make it so.

Ideals or not to trust to much in great ideas?

Thank you President Biden for all your new space inititives, and in a week we will land on Titan. Thanks for all the hard work with NASA! Soon all the moons will get attention! Wow!

Over years of blogger I have found that people want to know more about the hands on the key board. I have a scar on my left hand, but I love it. My nails are in great shape and condition and deserve more publicity. Most of all I still have a muscle for my pen use. I can feel. My hands like to feel thinks including a soft stuffed animal thing. If I could they would reach out to you and shake both your hands, because deep down I like people.

A home is not a house.