I just heard a sentence that completely wrecked me. “One day you will bury your father. On that day, you will realize that you lost the only man that wanted to see you do better than him.” My dad left me with one instruction. Take care of my mom. The love of his life. He left
I’m 42. My entire life I’ve been told that social security won’t be there by the time I retire, yet I’m forced to continue to pay into it. Finally, a man comes along that says he will fix it. The only reasonable conclusion I can come to as to why anyone would oppose this, is that
We don’t think the 2020 election was stolen because Trump says so. It’s because we were awake that night and have eyes and a memory span longer than 4 minutes. We watched it happen. We were awake.
I want RFK Jr’s first official act to be to ban pharmaceutical advertisements from tv. Then, big pharma won’t be able to sponsor news networks to push their poisons.
I am a U.S. Army Veteran. I served in Iraq. That was hell. Nothing hits you harder than realizing that maybe, just maybe, we are the bad guys. I love my country more than myself or my dogs, but that thought hurts. Look deeper in to what you see on the news.
Today is August 31st. I started this month by checking myself in to an alcoholic detox facility. I’m ending this month with my longest (so far) stretch of sobriety since I came home from Iraq in 2010. 1 month is trivial to most, but life changing for me. For the first time in 15
I love my country. I have since I was a little child. I served it, honorably, in a time of war. Last night, I was declared an enemy of it, for simply wanting it to be great again, and to be left alone. That hurts my heart, but strengthens my resolve.
In my 15 years of being a Veteran, this is my first Veterans Day completely sober. Maybe that damn desert wasn’t the end of my life’s story, and maybe an old dog can learn new tricks.