This morning there was an email from a friend of many years, Susan, who is a conservative and a Republican. Mother was also a conservative Repub, bless her heart. Because of Mother I have decided to post what Susan left in my inbox.
It should be rather obvious to regular readers that when it comes to politics this writer leans hard left. There is a simple reason for that fact. A Republican is a conservative who does not want change. Unfortunately for them, life is change. One must adapt to change, or die. No matter how hard anyone tries, no one can stop change, so for me it is better to embrace change.
For those of you, which must be the vast majority of those who read this blog, who may wonder why I would post something by a conservative Republican I will inform you that things in our house ‘back in the day’ were contentious. The Vietnam conflict was in full force and the men who had fought in World War II did not question what the US government did because if one is in the military one does not question anything. Being born in 1950 meant I was eligible to be cannon fodder for the military. An older boy who lived directly across the street from our house died when a pallet of supplies being shipped to Vietnam fell upon Tommy Twaites, crushing him like a bug, yet his name will not be found on the Vietnam wall.
The name Jerry Waller can be found on the Vietnam wall, and I know this for a fact because I visited Central City Park in downtown Atlanta when the mobile Vietnam wall was there to see his name. I resided in what was known as the Tri-Cities area, in which three different high schools were located. Each school had one ROTC member who was the highest ranking officer of the school. Each year one of the three was chosen to be the top dog, the Battalion Commander, of the three Tri-Cities schools Jerry Waller was chosen to be that leader. Jerry was killed in ‘Nam by a bullet to the head from a sniper.
What follows emanates from a previous post:
One year a very nice young man who was attending Georgia Tech began working at the Boys Club, one of my ALL TIME favorite places on the planet. One day he was reading a model train magazine and after asking to see it he asked, “Do you have a train?” I told him all about the neighbor, and the small train set received from Santa one year. Although I cannot recall exactly when that occurred I can recall it was in the mid to late 1960s and I had not started driving. He was in the ROTC at Georgia Tech, and after graduating, he was sent to Vietnam, where he was killed. I had grown too old to cry, but after learning of his death, I admit to being unable to stop the tears from flowing. What a WASTE! From that moment on I HATED that so-called Vietnam “conflict,” and any and everyone who supported the “conflict” which, I believe, was the “official” name of that “unofficial” WAR. For the Generals to have that war a POTUS had to be assassinated in broad daylight on the streets of Dallas, Texas. (https://xpertchesslessons.wordpress.com/2024/04/27/journey-by-train/)
I knew many men who had been in Vietnam, including my first roommate, Gary Whitlock, who died almost two years ago. Gary, who had been outgoing and gregarious, was a completely different person after returning from ‘Nam. Gary’s obit can be found here (https://xpertchesslessons.wordpress.com/2022/08/13/chess-for-the-children/).
There was a lottery to chose which unfortunate young men would be forced to serve in the Vietnam meat grinder of death. I was fortunate to have my birth date chosen as number 291. The family was gathered around the television watching the “draw of death” as we eligible males called the Vietnam debacle. Mother had tears of joy in her eyes upon hearing my birth date announced. She was the only family member who knew that if my number had come up I would have headed to Canada, as did one classmate.
Gary Southerland was a friend known from Chess. When the Atlanta Chess & Game Center opened Gary was the manager and I was in charge of shipping and receiving. That did not last long because the owner was an idiot, who has now been installed in the Georgia Chess Hall of Fame. Gary stayed, at least for awhile. When IM Boris Kogan died Gary took it upon himself to purchase flowers to be sent from the Atlanta Chess Center. The owner became LIVID and excoriated Gary for spending money without his, the owner’s, approval. The owner talked to Gary like he was dirt, so Gary quit on the spot.
One night Gary wanted to talk, so I mostly listened as he talked about his experience in ‘Nam while we sipped some fine Tennessee bourbon. We, or maybe it would be best to say ‘he’, talked until the sun came up. Later Gary committed suicide by “eating a gun.”
It does not take a rocket scientist to see the world is headed for World War III.
With that fact in mind consider the limited choice We The People have to choose the next POTUS. Both candidates are geriatric oldsters with at least one foot in the grave, one of whom talks with at least one foot in the mouth. What the hell kind of choice is that? How did the United States of America get to a point where a CONVICTED FELON, and overt misogynist (the one who proudly said that he could “grab them by the pussy”) can lead one of the two most prominent political parties? That candidate should be rejected out of hand, but at the moment that fool has about a fifty percent chance of again becoming POTUS. You know Xi Jinping, Vladimir Putin, and Kim Jong Un are loving life ’bout now, knowing that if the Trumpster wins it will mean the end of Democracy, yet millions of idiots support the not much of a man. Why is that? How did We The People get to this point? To this old Senior with one foot in the grave things have become Kafkaesque. All I can hope is that you much younger people come to your senses, because the current leaders have obviously lost their faculties.