...that Darwin is DEAD? That somewhere along the lines evolution ground to a halt, and we're sliding backwards? Once medical science was able to overcome Survival of the Fittest, and people too stupid to breed were brought back from the brink, it began. When the good ole boy whose last words should have been "hey man, watch this" is saved, and good people die of cancer or car accidents--the balance is out of whack. The gene pool is decidedly cloudy these days.
Saturday, May 24
Our City to the North
Is so much cooler than our town, even their signs are funnier.
My holiday weekend is shaping up to be much less spectacular than I had planned. sigh.
Wednesday, May 21
33 & 34 years old from Valdosta, Georgia
2nd Battalion, 121st Infantry Regiment, 48th Infantry Brigade, Georgia Army National Guard
July 24, 2005 & July 30, 2005
Sgt. Ronnie "Rod" Shelley and Sgt. John F. Thomas became best friends in the Georgia Army National Guard.
They both were ex-Marines, both about the same age, and both enjoyed searching for arrowheads and fishing together. As their friendship grew, Thomas often came over to Shelley’s house for steaks and ribs barbecued by his friend. And when their infantry unit was sent to Iraq in May of 2005, they went to war together.
When their unit was mobilized for combat duty in Iraq, Shelley promised to watch out for Thomas. "Ronnie said, 'Don't you worry, I'll bring him back safely,"' said Thomas' grandfather. But neither Sgt. Thomas or Sgt. Shelley made it back safely. Sgt. Thomas was killed July 24, 2005 by a roadside bomb near Baghdad. And Sgt. Shelley was killed six days later on July 30 by another roadside bomb, also near Baghdad.
Shelley was a family man, married with three children, who was obsessed with having a neat yard, his wife said. "The grass had to be two inches," she said. "If the neighbor mowed the grass, Rod had to mow. He also wanted the biggest, baddest lawn mower."
She said she fell in love with his "gorgeous blue ... eyes," and "he had a laid back attitude. I could not make him mad."
Thomas was married but had no children. His grandparents said he dreamed of becoming a forest ranger. "John wanted to hike the Appalachian Trail. Now the only trail he can walk is the trail in heaven," the grandfather said.
Mrs. Thomas, wiping back tears, said the soldier felt responsible for the others in his unit. "He cared for people," she said. "That's why he had so many friends. People cared for him."
Killed alongside Sgt. Shelley were Staff Sgt. David R. Jones Sr., Sgt. 1st Class Victor A. Anderson and Sgt. Jonathon C. Haggin and killed alongside Sgt. Thomas were Army Spc. Jacques E. Brunson, Army Staff Sgt. Carl R. Fuller and Army Sgt. James O. Kinlow.
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
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I am behind on heroes, but not as far behind as our politicians seem to be. It's not just about the men and women whose lives are lost, it's about the people whose lives are irrevocably CHANGED by this monster we've created. Eight lives lost. How many more sent home to an antiquated benefits system that was faulty FORTY YEARS AGO when men came home from Vietnam? Why is there STILL no streamlining for soldiers returning home and being forced to deal with the triplicate wonder that is our governmental bureaucracy?
When the Honey's issues came up, the Lab made us walk to the other side of an auditorium sized room and get in line all over again because Radiology did not write the name of his primary physician on one of his forms. Was it there on the computer? Yes, but it had to be written out by Radiology. I'm a pretty laid back, roll with the punches girl, and I felt my brain fizzing like pop rocks. I can only imagine what the paperwork has got to be like when you are PTSD and asked to PROVE that your missing limb is Uncle Sam's responsibility. What if your injuries are not so obvious? Agent Orange ringing any bells?
The best shot John McCain has to clinch this thing (Good Hell, did I really just type that thought?) is to step up and make the after care of our soldiers a major campaign issue. I would toss aside my liberal leftist politics in a heartbeat if he would just step up for our men and women in uniform.
Jeez, am I just being melodramatic? No, I don't think that I am. I would vote based on one issue. This issue.
Saturday, May 17
Friday, May 16
Has it REALLY been 20 years?
Wednesday, May 14
It's a party! It's an all you can eat buffet!
Friday, May 9
All is Well....
My research, however, is hampered byt the fact that my DSL is out. My sweet sweet DSL is just gone, and now I have NO DAMNED INTERNET. And no time to call them.
No blogs-- no ability to look into the whole diabetes thing from the comfort of my own home, no ability to look up diabetes friendly recipes on the fly.
So thank you for your kind words, my friends, I am not ignoring you. I just can't see you.