September 11th…

The 18th anniversary of the day our hearts became stone and we let the actions of a few, as horrific as they were, make us forget that we are America. A great nation built on the promise that all men are created equal. Our founding fathers had no need to say “all people regardless of race, sex, age, disability, national origin, religion, sexual orientation, or other protected characteristic”.
It’s time that we let love and peace replace hate and mistrust and adopt the motto of ‘The Great Ones’, Bill and Ted, “Be excellent to each other” and “Party on dudes!”

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The difference between a man and a woman

What every woman longs to hear…
I love you!
You’re right!
I appreciate what you’re doing!
I respect what you’re saying!

What any man wants to hear…
I’m not looking for a commitment!
It’s Payday!
It’s Friday!
The first round is on the house!

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Plan for the Future…


His cell phone has a hinge. He’s been driving the same minivan for 15 years. His dinner is water and a bologna sandwich. He has a twenty inch TV without cable. Every dime scrutinized, every penny saved. Never uses credit. Nothing wasted. He checks his savings and 401K every month. Each year he analyses his Social Security payout statement. His sacrifice will pay off in retirement. It’s going to be done right. Travel anywhere he wants, eat anything he pleases. He won’t be dependent on anyone. For his 64th birthday his doctor gave him a surprise gift of six months.

Clotheslines…


Old people complain nowadays about how social media takes away a person’s privacy. They say that nothing is sacred or secret anymore. It’s too easy for anybody to voice their opinions by simply touching their finger to the glass screens of their artificial lives. As my mother would always tell us, “You don’t air your dirty laundry in public.”
But back in the day, if I farted on one side of town, she knew about it before the smell had faded away. And what is less secret than having your underwear flapping around in the wind for everybody to see.

A Soldier’s Destiny

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Nothing marks the day
He left this world
No pomp, no glory
No flags unfurled
No marching parade
To fill the streets
No tears to run down
Crimson hued cheeks
No one to hold him
No one to care
Just blood stained dirt in
A war somewhere
Left to remind us
Of what he gave
So we could live free
In his land of the brave

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