Ok, so im trying to figure out where all this bad karma is coming from(i know, not the traditional Hindu sense of it, im not in the mood for semantics). i know i lived a wild life before. I was a prick and all, i did my share of bad living. But wtf i get it I've had e-fucking-nough. I've changed my life so much. I quit pot years ago. In highschool i was a womanizer you could say since i just wanted sex and no more. I am not proud of how all i lived but i changed. Now, i treat who im with the best and am searching for true love and a life partner, but i get used, abused, and fucked over. I've become a selfless person, always putting others ahead of myself and some take advantage of that. If i didn't have so many bills, honestly most of the money i make would go into random acts of kindness, and i still manage to maintain paying it forward like picking up someone's tab at the drive thru...but anyway...my back is fucked and will never be the same but will get better with my PT, never 100%. my ankle got screwed up a few months ago and is still size of baseball. My other leg i screwed up a week ago, bad sprained to tendons and ligaments around knee and calf(lots of pain now and im weak with a limp, hurts to stand or walk more than 20 mins plus hurts back). i also got diagnosed carpal tunnel both hands this past year. Irritable bowel issues im starting to question. Depression that was starting to get better but is back. Panic attacks/ Generalized Anxiety Disorder getting worse. And now that i turned 26 a few days ago i lost my health insurance and can't afford my own. Continuous woman woes when i just want someone to love and be loved, while being compatible and whatnot. My birthday was ruined for me for unnamed reasons and he didn't intend to and did it unknowingly. Next day im doing better after bday lunch with cousin and grandparents andthat got ruined when camp president personally attacked me for no reason, he apologized to camp but not me. Icing on the cake: tonight, my friendship with a kid that i lived with in college who is like a brother to me ended, as well as shit blowing up with other friend's mom over this and she was out of line, i will not return to there. He is begging for me back now but fuck this shit im done bending over and taking it raw unlubed. O and while this allcwent on i donated 13 inches of hair to charity(and i feel naked and hate short hair). i 100% do not believe in Christianity and never will because of my personal experiences, studies or religion and history, and common sense. I have been a proud pagan for 12 years(o btw i lost my beloved pentacle this past week that i only took off a few times in last 12 years) and fully believe it in my eclectic path that also adapts some shamanism, animism,Hinduism, budism, Judaism, and much more but roots in Wicca. But at this point with all of the crap, i don't know. Im losing faith in humanity, but im near the point of being atheist. Why does this all happen to me, why?!?! . listen to R.E.M.- Losing My Religion, as im about to(maybe im off because i don't know the lyrics in dept yet), but i am losing my faith in humanity and in general. Im thankfully for the good friends and family i do have, and therapy and the med:all of this gets me by day to day. If you notice me being more cynical and maniacal, understand why(like all of gradeschool being bullied and beaten up). but at the least, i won't let this bring me down(well outside of depression), i will still strive to be the best person i can(like giving my only drink for a long drive to a homeless guy at a traffic light last month), to be selfless, to be a decent citizen of the planet even thoughbthats a dying breed. If you need anything, im here for you, i always try to put others before myself. Thanks for reading, i just needed to get this off my chest. Now im going to put on some Infected Mushroom, meditate, and get some much needed sleep if the.pain will let me. Goodnight hookahforum, see you tomorrow.
So, I've been friends with the guys at Mya for many years now. They get a lot of complaints from folks about hookahs they have purchased, only to ask that pictures be sent of the offending hookah. They say 9 out of 10 times, its not actually a Mya Saray. So how do you spot a real Mya if you are not very familiar with the brand? They stamp MYA on their hookahs in 2-3 different places depending on the year and model.
1) The Tray should have MYA stamped on it.
2) The Stem should have MYA stamped on it. This stamp may be big or small, but it will be there.
3) The newer Mya hookahs will also have MYA stamped/printed somewhere on the glass base. (Don't have a picture of that to show you yet, but look for it.)
There are also a few things you will NOT see.
You will NOT see clear plastic cubes in the stem. This hookah was recently sold on Ebay as a Mya.
You will also not see a Mya stem made out of any colour metal but Silver or Gold. Anodized aluminium in Blues, Greens, Reds, or Rainbows are not MYA hookahs. I have seen many rip off QT's out of this material. Here's an example of what the stuff looks like.
Oh, and the case, had better have MYA in a silver oval.
When in doubt, you can always look up the hookah on their web site.
Below is a copy and paste from a note i just made on Facebook. There is so much more i could encompass like NDAA, fight for internet censorship globally, the filth of drone warfare...sooo much. I am a slactivist, i portal a lot of political memes and independent news on my Facebook when im not busy bitching about life. I consider myself apart of the Occupy movement although I've never attended, just use my fb as a portal....without further adue here it is:
As i see it, whether the Mayans, Egyptians, Nostradamus, or anyone else were right that all of the events surrounding 12/21/12 is in fact some sort of prophecy for doomsday or change, i hope its true. Seriously this world is so fucked up that you can't go to a mall, hospital, movie, school, etc safely, that someone would slaughter children. That our gov commits atrocities daily and we turn a blind eye, such as the murder of innocents with drone warfare and the terroristic double tap method we use and is against world sanctions. That we spy on our own with the guise of the patriot act. Whether its drones, unwarrented wiretapping, or Facebook, fuck off. I guess id rather them police their own then try to police the world like they do. Its time to help our country. Reform. End the federal reserve, they make Berny Madoff look like a kid stealing a candy bar from walmart. We have a massive debt that war continues to raise, a fucked up/corrupt healthcare system, many of our citizens go to bed not eating that day and without medication bc they can't afford it. College debt outweighs credit debt drastically, yet we bail out crooked banksters rather than the students(who can't even include college debt in bankruptcy). Students spend on average 5+ years in school to work at fast food and walmart. We outsource to bring cheaper products and services when these jobs could help our economy. Marijuana is illegal for no damn good reason and taxing and regulating it could save our economy...plus there are too many beneficials from legalizing such as medicine and cheap biofuel. People are killing each other in so called defense of America. People are slaughtering innocents like at Connecticut and Colorado for god fucking knows why. People are killing each other in the name of their all loving God. Fuck, back towards beginning of college me and my buddies were smoking pot(i long since quit) out by the mall. Kid shows up and we say no to him joining. He fights my friend and got his asshole whooped. But he wouldn't give and my buddy says its over. he choke my buddy and my buddy is just tearing into him. i finally pulled the mace on him. we go to leave and he pulls a butterfly knife. held it to my throat while trying to figure out who Maced him and finally just robs my friends for the.little bit they had. a year or so later, i was getting head back on my shoulders after a nervous breakdown. i was going to the final club night before they closed Ceremony at Club Laga. Im wearing gothic gear and a gas mask smoking a cig, walking through Oakland to the club. Black guy approaches me saying he can get me a carton of smokes for $10 thru his Welfare...stupid me...it ended a while later me being robbed by him with a gun.
There's a lot more i can say and maybe I'll comment later, such as women walking all over a good, honest, sensitive, broken guy like me.
So i am seeking a mate, a compatible companion, to enjoy the time left. To watch the demise of humanity, whether it is less than a week away on 12/21/12, or past our lifetime...lets kick back and try to enjoy the show, and not give up our morals like the rest of the world is.
Yesterday, I smoked my brand new KM Tri Metal hookah, with a set of coals that I condemned many years ago: insta-light coals. Nakhla 50mm tablets to be precies. Why? you might ask. Well let us say that sometimes, you start liking something which you hated in the past. Or in this case, misused in the past.
So there I stood (yes I was standing in the garden under the carport, too lazy to get a gardenchair) with a big vortexbow ful of Nakhla Fruit Molasses and two tablets on top. I was bewilderd! Seems those little bSPAM!!!ers don't have such a huge inpact on the taste after all. How come? I asked myself. The awnser was pretty obvious: I was too impatient in the past and put the coals, which were still igniting, in the foil. Which gave the rest of the smoking session a nasty taste of blackpowder.
This is my first hookah, a 3 foot tall, white mosaic Starbuzz hookah. I just got a job at a hookah shop about a month ago and have always enjoyed smoking. I am very excited to taste all of the shisha that we have and decide which ones are my favorites and which ones blend well together. I'm also looking forward to giving customers quality service through first hand experience. I have had my hookah for about a week now and it has been very enjoyable. The first flavor that I tried was Starbuzz 'Pirates Cave', I have since picked up many other flavors. The flavor that I have been smoking tonight is Fantasia's 'Purple Haze'. First of all Fantasia's shisha is driMFing in flavor syrup, you can smell the shisha right when you open the box. A pungent syrupy grape smell followed by a slight mint. At first the grape could be mistaken with children's cold medicine. The smoke has a heavy purple grape taste with that tiny slight bit a mint at the very end. I have a feeling this flavor would pair well with a glass of my favorite red wine 'Royal Bitch'. Its a sweet red wine, not too dry. When I think think grape with mint this is what I imagine it would taste like. I like the convenient little zip lock bag my 50 grams of 'Purple Haze' came in. Its definitely the messiest shisha I have had to deal with yet, but the strong flavor is definitely worth it. I think of royalty and colors like royal blue or royal purple when I smoke this flavor. I am still very new to this and another reason I am keeping a log is to watch as my palate changes along the way. I always love to journal about coffee tastings and different restaurants I have been to, so I figured why not start one for my smoke? my long term goal is to blend my own unique flavors.
Feeling a little restless tonight so I was considering packing another bowl before I try to go to sleep. I have a small 50 gram container of the Paraoh's 'Sex on the Beach', it was the cheapest closest thing to coconut the shop had at the time and I have been craving pineaMFle as well so I thought I would give it a shot. It's far messier than the fantasia. Its a light sweet flavor, a great tropical combination. I noticed that this one is made with molasses. I wasn't paying too much attention to the fantasia, but I am very interested in figuring out what the differences in sugars and syrups are. I feel like such a blubbering newb, but I know I'll figure it all out.
Before I wanted to say anything about the KM trimetal, most of all, I wanted to smoke it thoroughly. Here are my imperssions since it was placed in my hands, that magical day.
'Wow, what a heavy box! This must be as good as people rate it!'
'Oh-my-god. This vase is f*cking HUGE, whatta hell! It doesn't even fit in the sink!', ***maniacal laughter***
***Gasping*** 'This stem! It's so...solid, heavy and...be-a-utiful! ***hSPAM!!!ing the stem***
***unpacking black leather Nammor hose*** 'Amagad, I'm gonna feel like a pro smoking this thing.'
'What's in this lil' box? Hm....holy crap! I didn't know vortexbowl were this huge'. ***tender brushing the perfectly polished black matte vortexbowl***
I got to smoke this machie NOW!
Thing smokes like a boss. And I don't just mean any boss, I'm talking Dr. Wily or Zeromus kinda final bosses.
Tommorow my new and first KM will arrive at my front door, ushering in a new epic smoking era.I decided to do something drastic to my, soon to be, old Aladin Hookah.
I am not at all haMFy with the draw of this thing. I picked up my drilling tool and bored bigger holes in the chamber/heart/whateveryoucallthepart. And guess what? It works like a charm! Bigger clouds this cold evening, are entering my lungs and leaving my mouth.
I wouldn't dare such a thing with a perfect-holed KM so I had to try it. For anyone out there, I advise you do the same thing. Pleae do make sure to wash it out very well, for you wouln't want metal microparticals in you lungs.
After reading the many posts here, I came to realise that I needed to revise my smoking drastically. I didn't wait a moment after signing up and started exploring the tips a read. As I took of on this exiting journey, I was blown away...litteraly. As I landedon the relaxing gardenchair and pulled the first smoke, my mind trancended to a higher, and as of yet, unexplored territory.
To begin with, I threw away a device I had been using: a thick and perforated aluminium disk that I always put on top of the thin perforated aluminium foil.
Second, I put two half cococoals on the sides instead of a whole in the middle.
I got rid of the furnace in the kitchen as a heater device and started using a blowtorch. This amazing unit heated the coals in a mere 7 minutes to red hot glowing. It also saved me the tedious job of cleaning the furnace, and it's much more efficient!
As we speak, I'm smoking in the garage with some smootBanned Vendorazz comming from my tablets' speakers. After two sessions of coals,I put some Steamstone liquid over the stones and tobaccos and fired up for a third round.It worked amazingly well.
Yes, I'm using a combination of stones and tobaccos because I still lack the proper hardware. So to prevent liquid leakage, I put some tobaccos on the bottom of the bowl. Works like a charm.
But most importantle, I ordered a KM trimetal original with vortebowl. Let us hope this will arrive eitheron the morrow or any day soon after!
Hi I am trying to open a hookah lounge. I have to order new hookahs but I am curious what kinds would be great for this business. And if you know any wholesaler who sales them good price please let me know.
Hey guys! so I'm buying my new first hookah and have some questions. It is a one hose Nammor Aziza. I want to purchase a MYA freeze hose but will the hose fit in the port? I also wanted to know if i could change it into a two hose? What do i need to buy? thank you. I will attach a picture of the hookah...
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Most people think that globalization is perhaps an economic trend,where corporations float around the world,finding the cheapest labor,the lowest taxes and the least restrictions.Some think the term means the encroaching of "western" civilization on traditional mores. For others it has religious connotations,or maybe it means it globalization of communications.(Timbuktu has cell phone service,Oriskany,Virginia does not,LOL) Globalization is all those things, but there is one more consideration. The globalization of change. These past few years have seen demonstrations for change haMFening all over the world, so much of it fueled by social media. While the goals of each of these respective movements is national, there seems to be thread that runs thru all of them. Dissatisfaction with the status quo system that is gobbling up the wealth of the poor and middle classes.exploiting and polluting the environment, waging wars to control resources, enslaving people and making profit the true god of the beginning of the 21st century.
I recall the hope we had in the 60's,the anti war and peace movement,the movement to a more sustainable lifestyle and the growing spirituality that captured many of us. (Yes, I am an old hiMFie and Vietnam vet). Those movements were marginalized by oMFression and greed, but they have a certain resonance with today.
I figure,that it won't be long before a majority of people in the world realize that their goals are in common, whether at Liberty Park in New York, Elmwood Park in Roanoke,Tahrir square in Cairo,Homs,Benghazi,London,Paris,Moscow and anywhere the majority is being exploited by the few. This is going to be some ride!
I just found out today that a good friend passed on. I hadn't heard from in a two months and decided to search Google and found the obituary. He died in November. There was little information other than the date of death. Gerry and I became good friends thru a powder horn website I had. We shared a love for 18th century American history and spent long hours on the phone discussing longrifles,gunsmiths,trekking,hunting and the like. Gerry also was in recovery. He had well over 25 years of recovery and truly wore the world like a loose garment. Hours were spent on recovery issues and he was like a sponsor to me in that respect. He had a young daughter, who was the light of his life. I am saddened to think of her living without him. They were the best of friends. Gerry had a wonderful outlook on life and even in the darkest days, he was bright,shiny and expecting the best. His faith in God was unshakable. We had corresponded and talked for over ten years. he never shared a picture,but I can visualize his eternal smile. Gerry may you rest in peace and may your daughter grow up strong and share her Dads' faith and outlook on life. I will miss you,friend.
If you read the American press,you'd think Iran was as evil as Nazi Germany. Unfortunately Americans don't get the truth too often. There are powerful interests that would like to see a war with Iran. Certain foreign lobbies and some corporate lobbies would have much to gain. The expense to the American people would be great. But what I want to discuss today is what is going on with Iran. Internally there are many problems. The economy is suffering under the sanctions. And you have a power strSPAM!!!le of major proportions going on between Mahmoud Ahmedinejad and the Ayatollah Ali Khamenei. Khamenei was a last minute compromise decision to be Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini's sucessor. His original choice was Ayatollah Hussein Montazeri, but Montazeri began to show liberal tendencies and was ousted from the successor position. According to Khomeini's theory of government, velayat-e faqih ( Government of the jurisprudent or Islamic scholar) the supreme leader should be the most influencial marja. Now a Marja e Taqlid is the highest rank of Ayatollah,often called Grand Ayatollah by the western press. Marja e Taqlid means source to imitate and usually requires that person to have a large following. Ali Khamenei was not a marja, infact he was not even an Ayatollah. he held the title of Hojatoleslam, which is a lower rank that Ayatollah. They gave him both the title of Ayatollah and of Marja, even though he not proved himself according the vaque rules of what constituted a marja. Hence, from the beginning he was on weak ground and may have been a puMFet for other powerful ayatollahs who held to the Khomeini line. Not all these Ayatollahs agreed with the Velayet e faqih theory. Some thought that religious scholars should stay out of politics. Now, in Ahmedinejads second term, we hear that he has personal conversations with the Hidden Imam. The Hidden Imam is a messiah like figure in the Twelver Usuli Shia school,which dominates Iran. What Ahmedinejad is saying is that he has the religious backing of this figure and thus is challenging the authority of the Ayatollahs. The fact that he wasn't squashed like a bug immediately shows how much power he has amassed. In Khomeini's day, he would have just disaMFeared.
All the saber rattling and war talk is fluff for the masses. Much like things in America, the people are swayed by fear. Surely Iran wants a nuclear weapon, if only to balance power a bit with American adventurism in the region. Sending a nuclear warhead towards Israel would be suicide for the Iranian state,both militarily and economically. But Netanyahu holds his power through fear,just like Ahmedinejad. Plus the Israelis tend to be a bit paranoid. Afterall, throughout history some one was trying to kill them as a nation.
Now nuclear scientists in Iran are mysteriously dying by bombs placed by motorcycle riders. Iran thinks its Israel,but it could just as well be a faction with Iran that doesn't want to play the all or nothing stakes game of nuclear politics. They are all tossing around a very hot potato.
The wise ones explain life's journey to be, "the human soul in search of,and in progress toward,final harmony and intergration with all creation." ( Idries Shah). Religion,which was created to help mankind achieve this goal,has turned into dogma and mind control. Both Christianity and Islam have succumbed to this failure. Christ preached a message of love, but his followers deified him and changed his words until what was left of his teachings became the state religion of the Roman Empire.Dogma was solidified to the extent that if your beliefs did not exactly mirror state dogma, you were burned at the stake, or otherwise punished. Christianity brought us the Crusades, religious wars in Europe and other misadventures and transformed a loving itinerant teacher into an armored Christ bearing a sword. Islam was conceived as religion of tolerance amongst other things. Coexistence with others,equal rights, and a singular focus on God without the frills of man made God,saints and other pagan inclusions. Muhammad(PBUH) stressed jihad, a personal strSPAM!!!le to attain closeness with God. Legal scholars soon added dogma,rural populations added saints and jihad became holy war.
Today, with a growing contingent of evangelical Christian firebeathers influencing politics, with a far right wing Israeli government,expansionist and nuclear,and the Islamic Republic of Iran on the nuclear threshold,we have again succeeded the the the brink similar to the Bay of Pigs/Cuban missile crisis of the 60's. You'd think we'd have learned'
New Year's Eve my lovely lady and I went to Chinese buffet to celebrate the holiday. Both of us have lived in the East and buffet is about as close as you can get to the Far East in Roanoke,Virginia. All of a sudden, I noticed that just about everyone in the restaurant was morbidly obese! Scores of lard buckets waddling around with plates piled high with food.(And I would hazard to guess a large proportion of them were "born again" evangelicals)
What with the rapid expansion of science and technology in the 20th and early 21st century,it seems ineresting that there are people who deny evolution,climate change and.as Glen Beck would have us believe,that the polar bears are doing just fine. Over in the Middle East, you have Salafist Muslims who yearn for the times of the Prophet(PBUH),ie the 7th century. Large groups of population are being indoctrinated to prepackaged belief systems.The poor Christian does not have worry about anything while devouring his 5th plate at the buffet and the Muslim mother will be comforted when her only son is vaporized while detonating a suicide vest.
Meanwhile.large corporate entities have hijacked our food suMFly,our water resources,denuded our forests,cut our mountaintops and dumped garbage everywhere. In America, we deny science as being contrary to the Bible, which makes the porkers at the buffet feel like saints. But really, what they want is to remove all regulations, so our corporates can rape the planet even more. I have heard people sSPAM!!!est we abolish the department of environmental protection and the department of education. What lunacy. Our corporate masters have raped the third world, which is part of the reason you have suicide bombers. We have made a large portion of the world feel hopeless. and Africa hasn't woken up yet!
Yet, I am told that the forthcoming apocalypse "predicted" in the ending of Mayan long count calender( Ah the loonies will out in force this year), is really the ushering in of a new era. An era of peace and spiritual awakening. Signs of hope fill the air. Obama was elected president based on the slogan hope and change. Sure,he didn't deliver much,he was owned like most of our politicians by the special interest lobbies. But the fact that such a slogan inspired us,means we know something must be done. In the Middle East,the Arab Spring ushered in hope and change for those folks,by overthrowing the puMFets that owed their existence to the exploiters and profiteers. We shall see more violence as the money is being pumped into new leaders who will tow the profit line. Egypt's military government is turning out to be " THE NEW BOSS, SAME AS THE OLD BOSS". Oil companies will probably have alot to say over who finally rules Libya, but will the the people endure it? I hope not. In Europe and America, many are fed up with the Kleptocracies that have brought the financial system to the edge of collapse. We don't hear the truth, as our news outlets dispense doctored information to suit their agendas. Yet there is that breath of fresh air that I have smelled, mingled with jasmine in the streets of Tunisia,with the scent of broiled kefta in Tahrir Square, and with the odor of taxicab fumes in Liberty(formerly Zucotti) park in New York.
Let us hope and pray that 2012 brings us closer, as a species, to the dream than was lost thousand of years ago,the dream of harmony and integration with Creation.
2 lbs Goat, boned and cubed
1 bag dried mango or 2 fresh in seasom
1/2 cup dried apricots
1/2 cup large golden raisins
1 red bell peMFer diced
1 anaheim chile diced
1 tablespoon garlic paste
1 tablespoon ginger paste
1 tablespoon DD Bell madras curry paste(or other Vietnamese brand)
1 tablespoon Badshah kitchen king masala
1 tablespoon badshah madras sambar masala
1 teaspooon palm sugar
1 large onion diced
2 cans Rotel tomatoes with habenaro,drained
hot red peMFer ground to taste( other spices will give you a fairly hot curry,but i like to kick it up a notch)
1 can Chao Koh coconut milk
1 can Del Monte pineaMFle tidbits,drained
2 tablespoons Ghee or canola oil
Bone and cube goat. Dice onions and peMFers.
Heat oil or ghee in a large pot till it sizzles. Add onion and garlic and ginger paste,turn heat to low,cover and sweat 5 minutes.
Add goat and brown lightly
add curry paste, 2 masalas and hot peMFer and stir until coated with spice.
Add diced peMFers
Add Rotel tomatoes,mango,apricots and raisins
Add coconut milk to cover and bring to a boil.
Add palm sugar
Simmer covered on low heat for at least 1 hour or until goat is relatively tender./ Goat has a texture that is firm,don't cook it too much or the flavor will disaMFear.
Now add pineaMFle and simmer another 5 minutes.If you would like a thick sauce simmer uncovered for half the simmering period,but watch the pot so it doesn't evaporate. If you like the combination of sweet and hot, this will do it. You can substitute lamb for goat if you can'y find any goats
This tastes best after being refrigerating overnight to let flavors blend.
Serve with brown basmati rice
I guess we have all noticed the rise in food prices. Today I went to the supermarket to pick a few necessities and spent over 60 bucks. Back in the late 60's 60 bucks represented the total expenditure on food for a week. Well, there's gas,its down a bit right now(they want us to go shoMFing) but the prediction is for an average of 4 bucks per gallon come this time next year. Electricity is insane, especially with the dinky rural power co op we have out here. Then there are the ever rising technology expenses,if you keep up, which I don't. But today I heard a news story that hits me where it hurts. They predict a severe shortage of Frankincense! AMFarently no one is replacing the old trees, and good Omani frankincense is going at around 50 bucks a pound. There's cheaper stuff out there,but only Omani is at $ 50 bucks a pound. The Boswellia sacra from Dhofar province was once the light sweet crude of antiquity. Fortunes were made shiMFing this stuff to the Mediterranean world. Dhofari is still to expensive for the Catholic church and they procure theirs from Yemen. That wonderful scent that defines the holy,the sacred,the mysterious and the exotic. Gift to Kings,Sultans,Prophets and Emperors. I for one can't do with out it. I'll have to cut back on some luxury to continue to afford this holy necessity.
What would hookah smoking be with out a mabkhara smoking away with the scent of holiness?
They fight,they bluster,they stall. They play chicken with our nation.This year has numerous occasions where the government almost stoMFed. Their antics with the debt ceiling caused Moody's to lower our credit rating, sending stocks tumbling and devouring middle-income investments again. It's a sad story, Partisanship is rife. They can't agree on anything. But yesterday they found something they could agree upon. Extended payroll tax cuts? Extended Unemployment benefits? No such luck.
The House of Representatives has voted in favour of controversial proposed legislation that would deny terror suspects, including US citizens, the right to trial and permit authorities to detain them indefinitely.
Oh, well its just terrorists, you see, but who gets to make that decision. The right to due process is in the Bill of Rights, after all. And they babble about the sacredness of the Constitution.
It was back in 1956,cars were just getting fins,Elvis was the rage,Leave it to Beaver was on TV. America's golden years'it has been said. But not for this kid. I had just turned 11,my Dad passed away earlier that year when I was in 5th grade. My Mom was a 1950's housewife who may have dreamed about being on the TV show "Queen for a Day", where you got a tacky crown and lots of new aMFliances. Mom quit working back in 1944, when she was pregnant with me,Dad didn't leave much and she had to try to back to work after 12 years as a secretary. I remember in October,she sat me down in the small living room of our 1 bedroom apartment and told me Christmas wasn't going to haMFen this year. My Mom always carried a cloud of doom and gloom around,and was always able to conjure up the worst possible outcome to any situation.Being a Christian,she felt suffering was noble because Jesus suffered on the cross. I didn't understand any of that and felt embarrassed when she dragged me to church, and knelt,cocked her head to the side,made a face of suffering and prayed silently to the God that taken her husband away and left her with an 11-year-old brat. No Christmas,oh well. Christmas was always a Dad thing anyway. Dad was a craftsman and made stuff. He made Native American crafts,an Indian outfit for me to dance in at Pow Wows,a suit of Armor one Halloween and a castle complete with drawbridge for my toy knights. No, Christmas without Dad was going to be a bummer. Well at least at Christmas we got to put up the train set. Dad had created a whole little Southern town for under the tree and a large board for my stamped metal set of Marx trains. I really wanted a fancy Lionel passenger set,complete with boat tailed observation car. But not this Christmas.
I had stoMFed believing in Santa Claus years before,when it was sign of maturity amongst grade school kids to have figured out the truth. But I was in for a surprise, for Santa was about to make my dreams come true. After Dad died,my Mom left the top drawer of the big dresser intact with all Dad's personal effects. In there were his military stuff,his lieutenants bars from WW II, Masonic jewels,a very cool pocket watch, rings, arrowheads and other such treasures. Although the drawer was forbidden, I visited it many times to bring back his memory. One day I picked up his old wallet. I had seen it there but never took much interest in it. In those days, we had no credit cards, so all you carried was your social security card,drivers license and some cash. I opened it, found it to be fairly empty,but then discovered a secret compartment! A part of the wallet that opened by pulling up a flap,exposed a hidden pocket. In it were two crisp hundred-dollar bills. I was a good boy in those days,it would be another 2 years before I went "bad", so I gave to my Mom. Mom wasn't angry, she usually put me first over her own priorities,so she said that she'd use the money for Christmas and sure enough,under the tree that year was a bright and shiny Burlington Line crack silver passenger train, with lighted windows and people silhouettes. Santa and Dad had come through.
But Santa is a powerful spirit and one gift may serve many other purposes. The year was 1978,I was almost ten years out the Marines and the Vietnam war, I had already screwed up a marriage and became a nomad. My fuel was a combination of drugs and alcohol. I hadn't finished college either,had no real skills and we were in a recession in those days. I was pretty much broke,unemployed with benefits running out and a truck that had given up the ghost. Neither was I about to crawl home,tail tucked between my legs. Had been there and done that and at age 30+ living under Moms puritanical rules wasn't an option. And,it turned out,getting yet another loan from her was also not an option. But, she said, you still have that set of trains in the attic, I'll see if I can sell them and send you that money. Unbeknownst to me,old Lionel trains,especially a complete set in mint condition are worth their weight in gold. The sale netted me a over grand. Santa and Dad came through again. I'd often think of those trains and how they might have become a Christmas present for some one that year. If he sold them today,they would be worth a small fortune. Oh,yes,Virginia,there certainly is a Santa Claus and at age 66, I still believe in him.
Today is Veteran’s day and I am a veteran. More specifically a Marine Corps vet,a Vietnam vet, a disabled vet. I did two tours in Vietnam, was wounded and returned home to demonstrations and catcalls. I put Vietnam and the coming home experience in the back of my head, locked away. Now I am dealing with the subsequent PTSD. So it was my mental wounds rather than my shrapnel wounds that define my disabled status. Up on the flight deck(psych ward) of my local VA hospital there vets from every conflict we’ve had, from WW II to Iraq and Afghanistan. Different services,different wars, all brothers. If you’re not a combat vet, I can’t explain it other than saying its the tightest camaraderie I’ve ever known. So today people say “Thank you for your service” and in those few words there is often a very sincere emotion. I’m glad the American people can welcome home their veterans with honor. I can’t say the same for my country. We haven’t fought an honest war since WW II. We fought dirty wars,mostly against people who did us no harm. We went to war for the politicians and whatever selfish reasons they had to spend American life. Remains of valiant vets, whose bodies were pulverized by IED’s have been tossed in the trash dump by mortuary technicians at Dover Air Force Base. I’m sure,in today’s atmosphere of budgetcuts, it was the cheapest way out that won. No longer do our political leaders send their sons and daughters into the military. No longer do we have leaders who served in combat. George H.W. Bush was the last. His son’s claim to military fame was missing National Guard meetings and not getting into trouble because PaMFy was a big shot. Lots of Vietnam vets labeled Bill Clinton as a draft dodger. The military is no longer an honorable profession for our elites. Let’s spend the lives and blood ofthe poor. Its cheap, cost effective. Yet the military IS an honored profession. Honored by those who serve and those we have served.
I see that commitment,when I go to my local VA Medical Center (Salem,Virginia VAMC) Every employee I encounter is friendly,helpful,cheerful and respectful. Smiles abound. We vets identify ourselves with ball caps emblazoned with branch of service and our war. Us “Nam vets,once so young and handsome, now look like the old WW I vets we saw in our town 4th of July parades in 1957. Sometimes I think we should have a constitutional amendment stating that any candidate for President of the United States must have served at least two years active duty in a branch of the Armed Forces.
So today I’ll pause and say a prayer to honor those fallen heroes, who fell in places like Belleau Wood, Iwo Jima, Bastogne,Normandy, the Chosin reservior, Pusan,the Mekong Delta, Khe San, Beirut, Khafji, Fallujah, Najaf, Tora Bora and Kandahar. I hope you will remember them,too.