When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
— Chief Aupumut
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Like all Americans, I suffer from PTSD – Pretty Tired of Stupid Democrats. Honestly, this particular expression of PTSD has become a hallmark of Americanism. The only ones within our borders not experiencing it to some extent are the ones who are only Americans in the context of legal status, i.e., Democrats and likely Democrats.
This entry was posted on Friday, March 1st, 2024 at 9:00 am and is filed under Humor, Politics.
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The Night Of The 4th of July – It Can Be Like That For Some Of Us
Yes! Especially this year, I want Americans to really celebrate the 4th of July. Yes again! I want us all to raise a joyful and raucous noise unto the Heavens. But maybe remember that some of us don’t “respond well” to those fireworks throughout the night, and we really don’t respond well to those firearm discharges randomly interspersed with them.
Yeah, I know. It’s 2020 and our communities have broken down to the point where most of us don’t know enough about our neighbors to know whether one or more of them might be veterans with PTSD. Still, think about it.
And yes, I’ll likely be spending tonight in a separate bedroom from my wives with my two dogs, one of which has PTSD worse than mine. We’ve got our gear together – weighted blankets, her thunder shirt, and my noise-canceling headphones – and our other dog is a damn fine comfort.
This entry was posted on Saturday, July 4th, 2020 at 1:30 pm and is filed under Society.
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