Learn Something New Everyday

That is what we all do, until we expire.

At least some people do.

Some people never learn.

Tourons.

Tourist morons. A word which greatly reduces the length of my personal description of these fools, which is stupid-dumbass-losers-from-loser-parents-and loser-grandparents-and-whom-I-hope-suffer-a-slow-humiliating-and-excruciating-death.

But that’s just me.

The US has asked the Israelis not to respond with rage as they face their enemies.

You don’t get it do you?

They will commit the very last breath in the very last baby in Israel to the task of exacting revenge one-hundred fold against Hamas.

The beginning looks like 320 airstrikes in the first 24 hours of what many believe to be the precursor to an inevitable ground offensive. I like the numbers that I heard about in an all-out military response that would include three thousand airstrikes in a single day.

I might just be an old country boy, but that sounds like a whole lotta kickass to me.

Of course, diplomacy and constructive discourse on the subject is nowhere to be seen at the time it is most needed.

So Panera Bread is being sued by  a mother of a kid who drank their “Charged” lemonade, a drink containing undisclosed amounts of elevated caffeine. The kid died after drinking it.

Who was the corporate clown that made that decision?

So, according to one bogus study, the United States is ranked 15^th happiest country on earth.

Israel was ranked fourth happiest, but not sure how recent events will affect that statistic.

And they have to go fucking around with those in a kibbutz. Now for those of you who don’t know, it’s like the Israeli equivalent of “stoners” or “hippies” ala the Deadheads, numerous  yet harmless.

They are among the most peace-loving and peace-seeking people on the planet.

I lived in a bonafide hippie commune in southern Oregon in the mid-seventies for a short, but memorable time. I lived in a makeshift tent-like structure with a girl I only knew as Orchid.

Get this.

Every girl I ever met or talked to in those three weeks was named after a flower.

Seriously.

Rose, Tulip, Lily, you get it.

I was with Orchid and we slept on a bed of wildflowers, so we had to move the tent every single day. As long as it was out of the sightline of any passing Park Rangers.

Everyone did something, and I found myself literally singing for my supper every night as the sun sank in the Pacific.

We ate well.

Very well.

We drank even better.

Every night.

The weed?

Don’t even get me started. When Chopper and I finally packed up the old Bear pickup truck to leave, we had a pillowcase full of some of the skunkiest, stoniest weed known to man.

One look into my best friends’ eyes told me has was more than ready to start eating the bad food his Dad was sure to give him; restaurant scraps, and plenty of beef. It had taken him two full weeks to deign to eat the granola dog food concoction our host fed their animals.

I don’t think I ever knew exactly how many people traveled together,  but I remember seeing the cook at one of the smokers and he was cooking off at least forty tri-tips for the group. I never was allowed much access to anything since I made it very clear my intentions were to mate with Orchid several more times, and then off to points unknown. They were actually OK with this plan, and I truly believe they appreciated the honesty of my admission.

Good people.

I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw Olive waving bye to Chopper and I as we made our way down the craggy mountains.

There are some truly awesome people I have had the privilege to meet in my lifetime, and there are some real douchebags, too.

These were definitely the former.

Stay well.