Posted on 07/17/2010 4:09:04 PM PDT by Hacksaw
Oh I am not a base jumper by the way, its just easy to figure out what went wrong.
We had to go to Minneapolis last summer for my sons heart
surgery. I realized VERY quickly that I had led an extrememly
sheltered life.
“We lost a Navy Seal last night base jumping in Suffolk, VA off a cell phone tower.”
Ummm Sorry to hear that. Thats a loss! Unfortunatley in BASE jumping things happen really quick. No room for error. I wouldn’t mind a HAHO or HALO jump either. But the ability to do that is even rarer and usually involves either the military or lots of money.
I was wrong on the date, it was yesterday morning. I remember seeing it on the news that it was reported around 5 AM.
I want to see nobama humiliated while in prison.
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I’m with you. Plus I would love to see him deported back to the village he came from..and all his passports and social security numbers seized.
So many things I cant even think of them all, but racing and the arts are on my mind right now.
Win a 1/2 mile or 1 mile flat track oval on a Harley Davidson.
Win a national moto in the mid 70’s, beating out De Coster and Rex Staten among others.
Win the Isle of Mann Motorcycle race.
Win Le Mans.
Become a virtuoso musician.
Be the lead actor in a heavyweight movie.
Be fluent in 5 languages.
Master the techniques of breath control and meditation.
Read lots more books (haven’t done to much of that in the last few years)
So much more..........
Find Salvation before its to late.
Tell him he has never been to Kentucky. A wonderful place to live. There’s so much to do. Distilleries(Maker’s Mark etc), Slugger Musuem, Churchill Downs, Muhammad Ali Musuem, Frasier Museum(swords). I could go on forever. And the two weeks before Derby is not stop partying.
http://hamptonroads.com/2010/07/navy-identifies-seal-killed-base-jump-suffolk-cell-tower-0
Left behind a wife.
I want to live long enough to pour a fine single malt Scotch on the graves of Carter, Clinton and 0bama, after first filtering it through my kidneys.
I pray that you’ll continue to do so.
1- marry the girl I have loved since I was 21 (I’m now 53)
2- ski the Alps
3- ski Whistler
4- get to spend time with grand children - don’t have any yet
5- own a small secluded cabin in the back woods by a river
6- see Auburn play a night game in Baton Rouge
7- Call Barack Obama, Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid “bald-faced liars” to their face and tell them to kiss my a$$
Give me a call! I gotta see that!!! LOL!!!!!
In a year or two (maybe sooner if Obama's tax increase is as bad as I think it will be) Grandma is going to sell our family business, and we're all moving to rural France. We have a nice little place all picked out in Bordeaux -- no Muslims, no freeways, no rednecks in pickup trucks. It's a place of cows and sheep in green pastures, a little church on a hill in the center of town, and two trains a day, one to Poitiers and Paris. It's a place with cheap, 500-year-old houses, fresh bread, and a flower market on Thursdays. Blond Mountain is within a day's walk. Doctors there still make house calls. We have good friends living there now, with more to come. It's not perfect, but it's real.
I love America -- the America of The Dick Van Dyke Show -- skinny-tie, New Frontier, hippie-hating Kennedy-era America. I'd die for that America. But for Obama's America? Forget it. The America I swore to defend is gone, and it isn't coming back. I can't bear to see my child grow up in the nightmare world it has become -- strip malls, body piercings, and churches in steel sheds out on the freeway. Zombie America: a place with no culture, no manners, no hope, just race cars, 'rasslin', and reality TV. Non merci.
Don't get me wrong. France isn't even close to perfect. In many ways it's as bad or worse that the U.S. -- it has too many Muslims, taxes are too high, the government has its finger in every pie, and the politicians are crooked slimeballs. In other words, it's just like America, only on a smaller scale.
Unlike America, however, France still has an intact national culture -- and that's what makes it attractive to me. It's still a civilized country, with its own unique language and traditions, and it has a government that passes laws to protect those traditions. It's a country where people work to live, instead of living to work. And, despite its many, many flaws, France has a government that still puts France's interests first, and isn't afraid to tell the rest of the world to go to hell if need be. You know, kind of like America's government used to.
I also prefer France's economic policies. French industry is overcentralized, overunionized, and overtaxed, and of course it's tied into the idiotic European Union, with all its Brussels-born bureaucracy and B.S. And yet France is still a country that makes things: cars, fighter planes, rockets, consumer goods, steel, ships because the people who run it don't believe in that free trade crap, and do believe that a country that makes nothing is nothing.
And it's a country that isn't afraid of technology, as America has become. In France, 80% of the electricity comes from clean, smokeless nuclear power plants instead of coal-burning smog monsters. I want my kid to grow up in a country like that.
I leave with regret. I'll always be a Texan, but in a few years Texas isn't going to be Texas any more, and I can't bear to watch it go bad. Staying and fighting would be pointless: there's no chance of winning. The current system is ridiculous, rigged, and rotten to the core, and no matter which party wins neither one will do what has to be done. No, before things get better the whole house of cards is going to have to come down -- and I don't want my kid around here when it does.
Later, after the Crash and the Crackdown, when the current political and social order here is in ruins and there's a real chance to restore Dick Van Dyke America, I'll consider returning.
This will always be Home. But I can't stand what Home has become anymore. Five years, max. Then we're out.
2.Four weeks in Europe meeting my mothers relatives.
3.Earning my PhD at the age of 40.
4.A great relationship with a kind, loving women.
5.Blessed with wonderful friends.
6.I'm 55 and still in great health.
7. Meeting and chatting with Red Skelton.
8. A personal relationship with a loving God (I saved the best for last) :0).
I too am 55, and I have taken up mountain climbing, so am in great shape!
35 years and counting with a wonderful wife.
Also a personal relationship with my Savior, Jesus Christ (I am a PCA elder)
I guess we SHOULD be rejoicing, eh? (Philippians 4:4)
good luck, I am with you. Watch my back, I will watch yours. Keep praying, God is good. Good people can fix this mess.
It is a shame that the government has made it so hard to own a business. Stay under the radar, once they see you, you are screwed.
I once had a CPR instructor who was adamant that when the heart stops, you're dead. I queried & cajoled about special cases (life support, blood oxygen levels, etc.) but he just hammered the point: heart stops = dead.
So ... been there & back.
Bucket list? Yeah, I understand the appeal. It's just ... different now. When it all goes from theory to "you've got 10 days, wrap things up 'cuz you might not come back", priorities shift.
"Are you sure you don't have any other symptoms?" Translation: "Why are you still alive, and not noticing you shouldn't be?"
Spouse? check. 5 years is far too short, but good years they were.
Kid(s)? check. 3 months, hardly knew ya tiny girl, thank you for being a continuation of me.
Will? check. Enough to keep them going for a good while.
That's what matters. Really. Days or minutes left, the bucket gets dumped.
"We're going to give you something to make you comfortab..."
"Everything is going fine, they're stopping your husband's heart now..."
...
and wake up.
Every minute is now a gift.
Oh sure there's stuff I want to do.
Priorities are just ... different now.
Sometimes I just look at the three of them (welcome, son), smile, and know if it all ended right then there would be no regret, save only wanting more time with them.
Been gone. Came back. Don't recommend it, but don't fear it any more.
Ooop, that little boy is awake. 'scuze me while I go feed him. It's...important.
Be self employed.
Well, I've accomplished at least two of your goals.
Here are some of the things I'd like to do before I die...
Master Gaelic
Successfully graduate my four kids from home school
Have a home and a lifestyle that enable me to play music again.
Write and publish a book.
Trace my family roots back to Scotland
Spend some quality time in Scotland (a year or two)
Make it to 150 through application of the new longevity sciences
There are lots more, but that'll do for now.
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