Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

Trump is threatening to shut down the government if he doesn’t get some movement from congress on funding the wall to be built on our southern border. This measure is meant to slow the incursion of illegal entries into the U.S. from the south. The Dems see an endless constituency in the masses of needy and criminal migrants and are presently barking to open the border permanently. Borders and walls…… such unfriendly things. They don’t fit into the CandyLand  world that lies just around the corner.

Stand at the edge of the water and look east. Notice the dirty orange glow above the horizon. It is Great Britain  burning. And watch as a flaming snake slithers across the water like Greek fire, incendiary and unstoppable. We can either take action in our own salvation, or cower in a corner and wait for a miracle. If we fight we may win and we may lose. If we wait, we wait for the inevitable.

 

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WHERE IS THE MAN WHO STANDS IN HARMS WAY ?

Driving in a blizzard.  You ever drive in a snowstorm. I mean  real storm with zero visibility and white-out conditions. Do you remember, (during night drives through snowstorms) loosing sight of the lines on the highway along with the ability to see any landmarks beside the road that would help orient you to where the road is and where you are? It is in times like this you really get bitch-slapped by the importance of knowing where the boundaries are, how fast you are travelling, and where the turns and ditches are?

I am married and as happy as I am, so I am safely out of the fray. But I would hate to be dating these days, the boundaries are new and I am confused. I believe in courtly manners, I believe in chivalry.  I am a big back patter and occasionally I hug….. if I have known you for a while.  It is unsettling to  see men who are publicly pilloried and ruined professionally and/or privately for pinching someone’s rear.  I see behaviors brought to  court  that would, (within my lifetime) be considered no more than bad manners.. There was a time when a  pinch on the bottom would get a man a sound slap (or two) across the face. Or, should she be accompanied by a male,  a can of whoop-ass would snap as it was opened on the mashers face.