To all ye who come into these presences; greetings!

This is my trial blog entry.

I am entering the world of blogging at the urging of a very close friend who does it on a daily basis. That’s too often for me. For one thing what would I write about? After all, as the world’s first and greatest blog observed:

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. (Ecclesiastes 1:9)

I was once a member of a civil war reenacting unit that put out a newsletter published “occasionally on a regular basis.” So my occasionally regular interval shall be weekly.

I must warn you dear reader (not to be confused with the title “Dear Leader” of that very strange man who of is the nominal head of that vast prison complex called North Korea) that much of my scribbling will be rants against the present state of affairs. I am geezing (i.e. I recently collected my fifth social security check); if you are working, thanks! Therefore I dedicate this blog to Mr. Fraser.

Mr. Fraser was the mid-fiftyish, retired on disability (before it began an accepted means of eking out a living), guy a cross the street when I was but 10 or so. Mr. Fraser had a heart condition. He also spent his waking hours taking care of and keeping watch over his lawn. On more than one occasion a ball of mine inadvertently rolled on to that patch of sacred ground. That ball was lost – until my father went over in the evening and retrieved it, got the talking to about hooligan “kids today” and dutifully passed on a diluted version to me that was mostly a gentle explanation of why Mr. Fraser was the way he was.

I vowed I would never become Mr. Fraser. I am failing. Oh, I don’t care about our lawn much, and I like kids and dogs, but I cannot say I am happy about things today or that I am “tolerant” in the current application of the word. I love my country; Ronald Reagan was its greatest president in my lifetime (General Dwight D. Eisenhower was a close second) and I am proud to be a United States Navy veteran. By the way, rest in peace Lady Margaret Thatcher.

So, if we are kindred spirits; hello! If you are offended by anything you just read, well, just sod off and no harm done.