Internet Wisdom

I spent a while this morning visiting various blogs, groups and reading blasts.  Stayed mostly away from the news feeds, however.

But I came away renewed, refreshed and relaxed from all the exercise dodging ricochets of wisdom, originality and profundity.

  • Found out Love’s a big deal however it happens to be packaged, especially if it’s universal and unconditional (not making any demands), and I was appropriately edified with the knowing of it.
  • Found out pets are cute and smart, which I hadn’t noticed before,
  • Found out wild animals wouldn’t hurt a flea, mostly, unless it’s the fault of some human,
  • Found out humans mostly wouldn’t hurt a flea if they’re properly loved,
  • Found out millions of chickens spending their lives in lines of 3′ wire cubes a mile long and three deep from egg to hatchet were capable of being subjected to some irony  called legal cruelty if they died prematurely by some other than the normal method,
  • Discovered there’s an amazing breadth of conflicting, mutually exclusive truths floating around,
  • Discovered the wisest folk on the planet and those most prone to pass one-sentence fragments of that wisdom along to others are those who wish they’d been born with a Tribal Census Number of one sort or another, but who almost certainly weren’t (though they, followed by I, would be the last to say so).  The good news is there are plenty more of the same tribe willing to shoot it back at them.

I suppose I’ve almost exhausted that source of wisdom for the moment.  Thinking next I’m going to study the labels on food cans.

Old Jules

http://www.pcworld.com/article/137100/the_10_funniest_sites_on_the_internet.html

8:00 AM afterthought

I probably should have mentioned something else I’m noticing and find a lot more humorous than any of the above:

The emergence of the “I fought in [name a war the US indulged in during the past half century] syndrome.  Most don’t come right out and say so, but the great majority attempt to convey a distinct impression they were infantry point men, or at least out where the bullets were flying.  And it was tough.   The PX, pizzas and whores were all off somewhere different than where they were.  Tough and scary with all those meanies trying to get through the wire every night and them laying ambushes on the jungle trails, crawling in tunnels full of snakes and little brown brothers with hand grenades.  Unspoken implications they weren’t among the 150/1 REMF [rear-echelon MFs] in Vietnam, not among the 500/1 in everything since.

Naturally all this gets followed by a lot of fawning modern day patriots thanking them for protecting all this freedom we now enjoy, frowning about how little thanks and respect vets get for being vets.

If you hold your mouth right you can get a smile out of this phenomenon.  Twist it around a little further and you can even squeeze out a laugh.

REMFs circa 1963

[Edit:  Sheeze.  Just got an email from someone thought I was saying I was a Vietnam Vet.  I’m not.  This pic is Korea, 1963.  Nobody ever heard of Vietnam yet.  That 1st Cav patch – in those days was “The horse we never rode, the line we never crossed and the yellow is the reason why”]

I took the picture but I’ve since then metamorphosed into a point-man with a nasty scowl figuring on getting a Veteran bumper sticker and some thanks for all I must have sacrificed so you modern patriots could stay free, etc etc etc etc etc.

Sometimes I think we old people really are as pathetic as young people believe we are.

10:00 AM afterthought

If lip-service croc-tears patriots actually wanted to say thanks to someone who made a sacrifice they’d pay a visit now and then to a long-term care VA hospital instead of displaying “Support Our Troops” stickers and sloganizing a lot of easy, empty rhetorical cliché.  The wheel chair population wasting away forgotten in those hospitals sacrificed something they wanted to keep, even though they probably never believed they did it to protect the freedom of anyone else.

Likely it gets lonesome in there being a has-been swept off into a corner so’s they don’t distract from the enthusiasm for the ones haven’t done their unintentional sacrificing yet.  Paying them an occasional visit, taking them a pecan pie, sitting around exchanging lies about wars we fought would get a lot nearer to sincerity than a thousand flags and bumper stickers.

And those guys would welcome it, though they’d have every right to be suspicious and wonder whether the world’s coming to an end.

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8 responses to “Internet Wisdom

  1. No food cans Jules. Stick with the other stuff.

  2. Hi Amigo. Thanks for the visit. Hope your day’s a good’un.

  3. I find it embarrassing when someone says “thank you for your service”. It’s like they think I joined to save mom, apple pie and the so called American way. In fact I joined to get the hell out of El Paso. It was just another job with a contract that I should have paid more attention to before signing. I could barely spell democracy much less gave a damn about it. I jut wanted to get home to my new bride and play. I was in harms way but I was too dumb to know it and would have been less safe on the L. A. freeway.
    I didn’t sacrifice anything and received far more than I earned. I don’t remember it better than it was and at that time all I wanted was out. It was just one of those experiences that led to the next, then led to the next and I wouldn’t go back and change any of them.
    Thank my dad and my uncles. They were real heroes and gladly made real sacrifices.
    I’d show you a picture but it’s hard to look manly and tough in a sailor suit.

  4. Hi Ben: Thanks for the visit and the read.

    There’s a guy I frequently see in town rides around with bumper stickers and painted on signs all over his orange SUV 6 inches high, “Disable VET decorated 63 times”, “Decorated for Valor” et al.

    Maybe he was. He has the look of a man too corn fed to need any admiration and too beef-fed to need any sympathy. If he were an isolated phenomenon it would be comforting. As it is all a person can do is hope things get better for him so’s he’s not such a weak sister with somewhat-subdued clones out there just sticking to ball caps and regular sized bumper stickers.

  5. You should have used this song today:

  6. Morning MtMama: It would have been a good choice. Thanks for the visit and suggestion.

  7. I was an infantryman. I actually was “in the shit.” I did not defend “freedom.” I did watch people die for a really stupid reason. I wont brag about it because it didn’t do me any good and I am not proud of any of it. People that brag about it make me sick. I hate being thanked for it because the whole thing was insane to begin with. Looking back on my time in the military, I am surprised that I was able to come out with my humanity intact. My eight years in the Marine Corps may have been a defining moment in the grand scheme of my life, but it will go down in memory as the most fucked up thing I have ever participated in.

    Peace!

  8. Morning SJ: Thanks for the visit and the read. What can I say? Maybe just that we’re all stupid when we’re young and some of us maintain it and embrace it when we’re older. Sounds as though you’ve got things fairly well sorted out, which not everyone does.

    Gracias,
    J

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