Be damned if I'll dig my own grave or hold still for a bullet to the back of the head.
Someone wants to kill me, they can dig the grave, and then figure out how to put me in it.
I don't expect to be cooperative.
My kids are grown and gone. I've met my grandkids (some of them are ok).
I had a very close brush with death in 2009... close enough that the kids pulled down my coffin from the storage spot in the barn and took the antennas out of it....
Death holds no particular fear for me. My eternal salvation is assured.
/johnny
Kind of funny in a way,
it’s not the young they have to fear,
but old geezers with little time left
who recognize them for what they are.
No common ground with tyranny.
I stand with you
Amen. A coward dies a thousand deaths.