We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A Veteran knows things: He knows life is precious, because he’s seen
life cut short. He knows life is strange, because those that should die
live and those who have the most life sometimes die. He knows life is
not easily wrapped up in a box philosophically. He knows that plans
fail. He knows there’s such a thing as luck. A veteran chooses his hard
lessons and walks toward them.
I am grateful for those who volunteer and serve. Their honor, duty
and defense of the weak means I can sit here and type and ponder my
character while they go fortify theirs through tough choices and
action. Thank you to all who give me this luxury.
Not that I wish to point fingers, but on the topic of those who should live that die and those that should die who live -- it's remarkable that Dr. Hasan, spraying bullets in a crowded room, only managed to injure or kill devoted servicemembers and family people. Not a jerk in the bunch, apparently. How did he do that?