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Awkward Easter Posting


Yes, I wanted to step away from the politically correct for just a minute on Easter Sunday. For those of you who know me, you understand that I’m not at all afraid to be politically INCORRECT.

Hillary Clinton


In the past, I haven’t seen much good in Hillary Clinton. Yes, she’s a scorned woman. Yes, her husband performed the entire Kama Sutra with 10,000 other women while married to her. Yes, she has the reputation for being more attracted to women than she does to men. Now here’s a motivational poster that explains it all to me.



Turn down the lights, turn down the bed,

Turn down these voices inside my head.
Lay down with me, tell me no lies,
Just hold me close, don’t patronize.
I can’t make you love me if you don’t.

I can’t make your heart feel something it won’t.

Ardor Cools


Is this true?

Frankly I never found this to be the case, but I thought I’d put the question to you all for your consideration.



California prohibits smoking in buildings open to the public. You get used to it if you live here.

When you are in many US states outside California or are in Europe or Latin America people smoke in restaurants, and more or less everywhere including medical offices or hospitals. 
I visited a Chinese hospital a couple of years ago and literally everyone including the medical staff were smoking. There was no ventilation on the ward and the place felt as if somebody was piping automobile exhaust directly in. I found it odd.
I don’t smoke, so there you have it. My prejudice is exposed!
Where do you feel your rights begin and a smoker’s rights end (if you don’t smoke). If you do smoke, do you feel that there are places where it would be better not to light up? Have you ever considered smokeless tobacco? If you are a non-smoker, have you ever had the urge to kiss somebody who is chewing tobacco? (curious)
Please leave your response in the comments section



I think the squirrel is a Democrat. There is that Nancy Pelosi/Joe Biden thing going on.

Former Frog Man

LCDR’s LL (USN, ST-5) and Hoang (ROK – Navy, Squadron 56, ROK ST-2)

I’m not the girl with the golden orb. That’s for sure.



99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.

It’s simply how I feel this morning. Shakespeare was right when he wrote, “The first thing we must do is kill all the lawyers.” (Henry the Sixth, Part 2, Act IV, Scene 2)
For those of you who don’t know me personally, I retired from the District Attorney’s Office in Orange County, California two years ago. Orange County is located south of Los Angeles and people make reality television shows about people who hang out there. (Real Housewives of Orange County, The OC, Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County) So I do know lawyers. I simply have a stone in my shoe at the moment for the profession.
PS – None of the reality shows on television reflect reality – this comment has nothing to do with lawyers, but I felt that I needed to have some fine print in this blog.

New Moon

Don’t you think it’s sad when a lady can’t afford a pair of jeans that fit and don’t have tears in them? 

I’m not an apologist


There is something about going to war on a horse, encased in armor that appeals to me. I’m sure I’m not the only one. Well, I know I’m not the only one. Somebody drew this picture (left) and it wasn’t me. 

Dealing with Mexicans


Yes, it’s always manana…

Robotic Spiders


Defining arachnophobia in the 2000’s. Times change, spiders evolve, fears have to keep pace with the press of technological mastery. 


All the wide sky was there to greet him as he steered toward heaven,
Meanwhile the heat of the sun struck his wings,
And ran sweet that which once was wax.


Into the distance, a ribbon of black

Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Sanding alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted – Just an earth-bound misfit

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded wrnings, I though I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty, and turned to stone
A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
my grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There’s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss


things change/things remain the same


You must remember this,

A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply,
As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo,
They still say, “I love you” (2)
On that you can rely,
No matter what the future brings,
As time goes by.

Moonlight and love songs,
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion,
Jealousy and hate.
Women needs man,
And man must have his mate,
That no one can deny.

It’s still the same old story,
A fight for love and glory,
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers.
—As time goes by.



Some of us wear our disguises well. Sometimes they’re so well done that when we’ve constructed them, we realize that we’ve become the disguise. Perhaps that is the ultimate disguise – when you live the cover story.

The term of art in the intelligence business is: Creating a Legend. It starts with an operational necessity, develops as a course of action, matures as we adjust the present skin to fit within a new skin. And if we’re good – if we’re very good, nobody can tell where the old person ended and the new person began because it’s all new person. That is why when you work undercover you need a handler to whisper in your ear that you are not the new person. You’re simply the old person using this new identity to get from point ‘a’ to point ‘b’. It’s a charade, not real. Or so they whisper.
Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. It sounds simple, but it’s not because there is a duality under the skin. 
What is real, what you feel, how you think — now subsumed within the visible reality of sight and perception that others see.
Life is far more complex. If you live the charade long enough, it’s difficult to know in time who you really are and that confusion results in tension. That protective shell that we draw around us like a suit of armor becomes a cage. It requires an industrial size can opener to cut off the crap. But once free of armor are we better off than we were before? Now that’s the question isn’t it? 

A Regular Job


Run, rabbit run.

Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done–
Don’t sit down. It’s time to dig another one.
I’ve done regular work. I’ve had a six figure salary. I’ve done cool things with official sanction. I’ve been the rabbit.
Today is another day, and I work another way, making more money without anyone to tell me what time to do this or that and without a boss to please with the exception of myself. The things I do are easily as interesting and the people and situations are challenging without being onerous.  An obnoxious client’s bill is 3x what a nice client is charged and while clients are not usually treated this way, I can fire them just as easily as they can fire me.
And life is much better. I’m not a rabbit anymore.