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Jesse, a friend of mine here introduced me to:

 

THE DECLARATION OF AMERICAN VALUES

 

We the people of the United States of America at this crucial time in History affirm the core consensus values which form the basis of America's greatness that all men and women from every race and creed and ethnicity are created equal and are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights that among these are life liberty and the pursuit of happiness. We adhere to the rule of law embodied in the Constitution of the United States of America and the principles of liberty on which America was founded in order to maintain the blessings of liberty and justice for ourselves

and our posterity. And recognizing the personal responsibility is the basis of our self governing nation we declare our allegiance.

 

Cut & paste did not work real well so I had to write it out and then type it and ........who really cares?

 

Some grown men and women sat down and copied parts of the Declaration of the Independence and parts of the Pledge of Allegiance and even our Constitution and somehow mangled them together into this mess. There are like ten or twelve 'declarations' which I may delineate, one at a time over the next couple of weeks.

But today, I am just taken by this Declaration.  I mean grown men and women, who probably went to Holy Christ Community college or Oral Roberts University or some such hall of learning sat down and 'composed this.'

I mean Cut & Paste meant something entirely different to them.

I picture like 50 people carefully chosen at some large gathering of some congregation reenacting the great outdoor celebration of John the Baptist. Hundreds arising from the stream of goodness newly born and ready to get it on. Of course the chemical factory up stream ended up making some of them blue and wrinkly. But it's the thought that counts. ALONG WITH COMMUNITY.

So I imagine these 50 people sitting at sixth grade desks, upset that a black communist is president, and thinking that TOGETHER THEY CAN CHANGE THE WORLD.

Somebody no doubt had a lap top of some sort leant to them by the Principal but most of the time there were shout outs.

Look how this here constitution starts out:

WE THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES, IN ORDER TO FORM A MORE PERFECT UNION....

Hey, I kind of like those words Ralph.

Yes, they kind of ring for me. I mean we are people and stuff and we wish to form a better union...

And then the discussion kind of went down hill from there.

I was lookin at the Constitution, I mean the original one and it says nothing about Life, liberty and the pursuit...

Emmett, that comes from the Declaration of Independence but you can kind of see the words in the 5th and 14th Amendments.

Johnny, we do not need no lawyering here.

Ok, ok

 

Then of course someone spoke up about pledging and everything. And someone else pointed out that evolution should not be taught to the people sitting in these desks during the day so Creation had to be snuck in and then an old Nixonian spoke up about the need for the RULE OF LAW...and...throw in something about personal responsibility so we do not end up on welfare....

And so they ended up with this.

These tired old people decided that this nation forgot about the Revolutionists who created this country. And they are attempting to experience a renewal, a rebirth of sorts and maybe sense....maybe experience remembrances of things past.

You know forty years ago, there was kind of a rebirth. 

We found ourselves young and in a war that would never, EVER end. Every able bodied man was called upon to suit up and go kill some Asian Commies. I mean, kill them over there so that we did not have to kill them here.

We were killin and bein killed at a rate ten times that we are experiencing now.

Real patriots like dickyc, and rush, and rummy and w, and buchanan joined the repubs and stayed the hell out of the conflict in order to reach a position with the government where THEY could help make the Laws sending millions to the other side of the world.

Maryjane and long hair (before repubs started wearing fashionable long hair) and draft card burning were about the only way to stand up to Nixon and his secret plans while makin a buck an hour at some mass produced restaurant and say:

FUCK YOU ALL. I AM INDEPENDENT OF ALL OF YOU.

So I thought I would take a walk down memory lane, recalling the words of some of our forefathers and foremothers:

 

 

I came upon a child of god
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
Im going on down to yasgurs farm
Im going to join in a rock n roll band
Im going to camp out on the land
Im going to try an get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe its the time of man
I dont know who l am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devils bargain
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuISB2ksnMM

 

 

It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a long time gone.
Appears to be a long time,
Yes, a long, long, log time
Before the dawn.
Turn, turn any corner.
Hear, you must hear what the people say,
You know there's something that's goin' on here,
That surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day.
And it appears to be a long,
Such a long, long, long time before the dawn.
Speak out, you got to speak out against
The madness, you got to speak your mind,
If you dare.
But don't try to get yourself elected.
If you do you had better cut your hair.
'Cause it appears to be a long time,
Before the dawn.
It's been a long time comin',
It's been a long time gone.
But you know, the darkest hour,
Is always just before the dawn.
And it appears to be a long time,
Such a long, long, long time before the dawn.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PFCgAhZEO8&feature=related

Coming in from London
From over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chickens flying everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer?
 
CHORUS:
Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man
 
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walking in the hall with his things and all
Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger
 
CHORUS
 
Hip woman walking on a moving floor
Tripping on the escalator
There's a man in the line
And she's blowing his mind
Thinking that he's already made her
 
CHORUS
 
Coming in from London
From over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chickens flying everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer?
 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsnUu71Viyo&feature=related

I'm going up the country, baby, don't you wanna go
I'm going up the country, baby, don't you wanna go
I'm going to some place where I've never been before
 
I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wine
I'm going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
 
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay
 
Now, Baby, pack your leaving trunk, you know we got to leave today
Just exactly where we going I can not say
But we might even leave the U.S.A.
'Cause it's a brand new game, and I want to play
No use of you running or screaming and crying 
'Cause you got a home as long as I've got mine
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYKY2lpxMg8

 

So I hereby Declare that:

 

We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

 

It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a long time gone.
Appears to be a long time,
Yes, a long, long, log time
Before the dawn.

 

Speak out, you got to speak out against
The madness, you got to speak your mind,
If you dare.
But don't try to get yourself elected.
If you do you had better cut your hair.
'Cause it appears to be a long time,
Before the dawn.





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I love it when you let your freak flag fly....

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Nutso today LisB. Edited it six times already. ha!!!

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DD I remeber so many of the songs from so long ago. Ones listened to by everybody serving during Vietnam. We played them endlessly while drunk as hell or stoned out of our heads. Sometimes three or four days would go by that when you woke up on the other side were obliterated from memory. That is such a strange and scary (afterward) experience.

In retrospect, those were bad times. It does explain though how come so many of our youth of today turn to drugs and whatnot. It is the same WTF response we had.

At such a young age we're unable to rationalize the gross stupidity. That comes with practice. It is way too crazy that such rationalization is referred to as coping and is viewed as a positive attribute. How fucked up is that?

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TPC, it was like 1971 and Willard asked me over to his house for a party celebrating my entry into lawschool.

And here were four people I had never met. All new law students.

I had been gettin high with Willard for three years.

I would have three drinks and all over drunk...every frickin time.

Any rate. Johnson has liquid opium. And the idea is to soak your joint in opium.

Naturally, when it is my turn, I dump the inkwell onto the carpet. hahahahahahaha

Five people are soaking up joints on the carpet.

And people who were there never spoke to me again. ha!!!!

Any rate Willard goes and puts on the FM on this great stereo set up. And all of a sudden he switches channels and the voice says:

WAIT AMINUTE THERE.

I JUST GOT A SIGN FROM THE LORD.

A bunch of godless hippies have just tuned in, all on illegal drugs.

LISTEN TO THE LORD

And Willard looks at me and backs away from the receiver. and I shudder and then he looks at me.
And we laugh uncontrollably.

And the sermon goes on and on.

And it was not jimmy sweigart but one of those 'sons of god' a world network asshole.

The son ended up kicked out of dad's church because of unclean women and drugs and such maybe ten years later.

But we played the FM you know.

Oh we listened to Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, and the Beatles, and the Stones, and ....

I shall never forget that night.

TPC we would break the little laws. And there are those that broke the same laws that are in prison for life.

And the management class, they break the big laws, and they languish in luxury.

HAHAHAHAHAHa

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I still have all the tunes today. And yeah we broke a lot of laws. Never gave it a moments thought.

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You got me started listening to a bunch of oldies. I got zeppelin playing and I'm reading and laughing like hell envisioning a bunch of people using joints to soak up that opium. Why they never spoke to you again I've no idea. I'd bet if they recollect it today they'd laugh.

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I liked to work with wood a lot back then and still do but not nearly as much as I would like. I remember I made a coffee table for in the barracks. My roomie and I would sit on the floor at that table and get drunk a lot. Or a buch of us would get boozed up and play poker sitting there for two or three days at a time.

The table top was just a big chunk of pine made from 2x6 boards I glued up. We had all kinds of screwy stuff carved in the top that the first shirt didn't like so we had to keep it covered (in the daytime). The legs were two other shorter chunks made the same way. I cut them each into a big circle and cut them out to form a peace sign. That was frowned upon too but they let it pass.

In the late seventies I was at Pope AFB NC, part of Ft. Bragg and home of the 82nd Airborne. We hauled the 82nd all over the world on exercises. A lot of the guys from SEA that I knew ended up there too. Guys from Korea, Thailand and Okinawa who I had served with in those places over a five year stretch ended up there too.

Anyway, while there I made a huge dining table 54" round made from kiln dried, long aged, eight quarter walnut. I couldn't even afford wood like that today even if I could find it. It is quite the piece of furniture and I still have it today thirty plus years later. I had a house off base and on weekends all of us got together and played poker, drank beer and passed a pipe at that table
just the same as we ever did.

My next door neighbor was a retired gunny sergeant who happened to be the local police chief. He was the finest. Divorced and didn't give a shit about anything. Probably dead by now. Good poker player too. The kind of person you might envision thinking of an old grizzled gunny that you just know can't possibly really exist. Not so.

This was on a quiet cul de sac so nobody bothered us. Just sat around telling war stories, the stereo going, drinking and playing poker. Always had seven playing cards and one or two just lounging around waiting for a seat if one came open. Most of us just played straight through the entire weekend keeping our buzz going.

Sometimes the gunny and I would go to the outer banks to Ocracoke island surf fishing on weekends. October there is awesome and one of the greatest places in all the world. You just can't beat fresh caught trout or redfish. No way.

Once in a while two or three of us would run down to New Orleans right after work Friday and get two or three huge sacks of oysters right off a boat and a couple bushels of shrimp. We'd get back by Saturday midday. I had a big backyard that bordered on woods and a stone fireplace / grill I made. By late Saturday we'd cook all the shrimp up, eat raw oysters and then sit around into the late hours around a fire pit telling lies about war and women. Some of the guys were married and took a lot of crap from their wives when they came over. Didn't go so well that they weren't invited.

I realize now this was therapy that we couldn't get anyplace else back then.


We were idiots. We missed the war.


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I read this three times already this morning.

I dunno maybe its the places you have been and the capacity you were in when you were at those places.

On the other hand it may be the table.

This is a great narrative.

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Can I rec this comment?

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Good morning Lis. OK by me.

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I suppose. But it's the stuff I didn't write that made us idiots (or worse). That's how I know Iraq, Afghanistan etc are screwed up. Things people in Washington never had occasion to learn and have no idea of. They just keep sending us off, waving the flag, and then stop off to visit their mistresses on the way home.

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I was given 2 tickets to Woodstock. Wife (of the time) wanted to go. No I said. It's going to rain all weekend, be a sea of mud. A madhouse with not enough bathrooms (that one got to her). Stayed home and watched it on the Trintron. J.suis no regret...

Jessie is a friend,
yeah, I know he's been
a good friend of mine
But lately something's changed
that ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a girl
and I want to make her mine...
Rick Springfield - Jesse's Girl

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Jesse is a friend of mine.

Hey, and so are you Steve!!!

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Music sure does make feelings and writings come to life. So much of the Woodstock era brings back memories, both good and bad. The good was a sense of freedom from old constraints, the hippie clothes, burning of bras, the fantastic music and long hair. Flower children swaying to tunes of mystical magic.

Then there was the war, tearing the country apart and causing such death and injury. Young sons and daughters so mentally and physically wounded - draft dodgers fleeing the country, protesters and the like.

You made me think as you always do and bless you for that, dear DD.

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Oh hi Maggie. Sweet thoughts from a sweet woman

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Hey DD

As long as we do not adopt these 'alternative' documents' as a country... these docs aren't really a big deal.

What is important to me is to take advantage of the opportunity we have right now with a democratic congress and white house. I want to communicate as much as possible with my reps and participate in doing what I can to make the country better, healthier... including accountability for all crimes of the previous administration, healthcare, ending war, energy, food supply, so much needs to be done.

So other than pointing out to groups of people that create documents like this that the rest of the country hasn't signed on to it but as long as they do no harm to themselves or others or our laws in utilizing some values agreement etc. amongst themselves... they have the right under the 'real' constitution to do so:)

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I'll call your Canned Heat and raise you one Steve Earle.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dc86_Weoye0

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Hey Jonnie. Great Link. I think somebody introduced him to me in the chatroom. But not this song.

Very fine indeed.

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Listen to those bagpipes, Dick.

Gets the blood goin'. ;-)

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Be careful what you wish for Q. Bagpipes and drums spark an old urge in some of us to hike over the Green Mountains to take potshots at Johnny Burgoyne's redcoats.

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Oh, yes. That one gets overlooked far too often.

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He was just in Charlottesville a couple of weeks ago!

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Yes, memory lane,let's walk slowly so it will last till sundown,take our shoes off,the pavement is warm and will comfort our soles. Hear that, there's a song in the air I haven't heard in a long time,oh yeah,I remember why I loved it. Why dont we just lay in the grass while the song plays and look up at that old sky full of puffy clouds and watch the memories go by and wonder for a while in peace?

Thanks DD for the post, you got me trippin

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In a Month, 40 years. Stills got it best I think to this day.

Gonna take a long time comin.......

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Not to mention the Fish Cheer!

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First thing on my mind. Just went in another direction. Not sure why. Hell we go another month Miguel to celebrate.

I know one guy showed up there and he is a conservative dick who never gave a rats ass about anything but a portfolio.

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Yah. One's fashion sense, never really was a good indicator of one's commitment to specific [new age] ideals.

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I am playing it right now.

Tin soldiers and nixon's army.

Stassen sent in the troops to the u. I was in law school. it was hilarious. Gov's son leading a huge crowd of 40? hahahaha.

Dean of law school came running for his car.

WHAT'S THIS THEN.

Me and my buddy, sauntering toward the Union:

Its all ok Dean. This is all pretend.

Then we laughed.

I did an essay comparing Ohio State Massacre to the Boston Massacre before I ever got on the net. Have to find it. ha!!!

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People had more depth back then. There was thought emanating from a decent public school system. Those guys don't have the best voices on that clip, but everyone knew the words and they had much meaning, worthy of repeating just for the words.

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I am reading (and trying to resist the ensuing anger and depression) Nixonland, Rick Perlstein's book about the 60s and of course Nixon. I was out of country for Woodstock, but marched after the Cambodian invasion, and waited for tanks to show up on my hometown streets in DC during Watergate.

It is uncanny that every rhetorical cheat we hear from the right wing now was employed by Nixon and his advisers, especially Buchanan and Safire.

And Neil Young is still singing about it.

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This too shall not pass.

They stayed on Tom. FOREVER

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This is so good, dd. You captured the problem well and then reversed the curse with the words of our fore mothers and fathers.

You didn't mention the name of the group that's writing their own constitution. It's the Freedom Federation and it's really just an umbrella for already existing groups that felt it was raining too hard and they needed overhead protection, I guess.

I'm not kidding. Apparently, these groups feel a sense of urgency because their Judeo-Christian values have been weakened and injustices have been on the rise.

Of course, they always say they are under attack. Nothing urgent or different about that as far as I can tell.

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I am full of dolour for some reason Seashell. The English spelling is best, most always.

The Declaration is so pitiful. Like our lives. ha!

'They' are saying:

Hey, we mean something. We do not like what is happening.

So ridiculous and yet, as ridiculous as the rest of humanity and its aspirations, do you not think.

What say do we really have? In anything.

But to take three documents and put them in a juicer and spit them out into a meaningless declaration. There is punk there. There is Dadaism there. It is meaningless. Yet, it represents people attempting to control the uncontrollable. ha!!!!!

And the corps, well, they will FUND this dadaism.
Ha!!!!

And the newly baptized will feel some power.

But I do digress.

It is now time for me to get back into the garden.

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Ah, dd, I too have felt that dolourous feeling on occasion. It usually wears off within a day or two, and I wish that for you. But it's funny that you mention the garden as that's where I've been lately, also. Meet you there?

By the way, when did Pres. Obama graduate from a socialist to a communist? :-)

I love you, dd.

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Hehehe...I love it when the freak flag flies. Like it did for me this past weekend when I ingested Salvia Divinorum for the first time. But when flying into Los Angeles or even on Bardo Airways it is sometimes necessary to just fly.

Great post dd... 8-)

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Libertine, you cheer me up sometimes. Ha!!!

I hope you had a great week-end!!!!!!!!

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I'm glad I can be of occasional help dd. :-P

I had a great, freaky and spiritually rewarding weekend enjoying what stardust has allowed nature to supply us. :)

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Very interesting herb, that.

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Very interesting indeed Tom. Not really what could be considered a recreational drug either. I can see why it is known as "Diviner's Sage". Reality as we know it ceases to be for about 5 minutes as a person is transported somewhere else. It is a quick trip but oh so intense. I can see how religions can be formed based on what people see when they ingest it.

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Salva?

Oy! I had some in my garden, but methinks it was a different kind.


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Well it is native to the rain forests of Mexico Bwak...and with the weather we've been having it might be perfect conditions to have it grow in your garden, so it might be. Did you eat it and briefly see visions of the floor turning to blue and orange gooey waves which your feet got stuck in? If so that is it...

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no but those mushrooms on the lawn.......

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Ahhhhh...mushies. Yummy!!! It is questionable whether those kind grow in our little state...I am trying to find proof of it by hunting through the forests, wetlands and hills though.

Ya know it is theorized that those 'special' mushrooms led to the rise of humanity by giving our primate ancestors the inspiration for a higher level of communication. And most of our major religions are probably inspired by psychotropic plants and fungus. Moses saw a burning bush? I think I've seen the same thing once or twice myself courtesy of that bluing fungus. And many theorize the spores that mushies grow from might be extraterrestrial in origin.

Not that I would ever encourage their use since it has been deemed necessary to outlaw Mother Nature, just sayin'... :P

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Once at the Durham Fair the CT mushroom society had a booth set up, jokingly I asked the man is any of the shrooms were of the magic variety, he said: "Oh the ones that grow on everyones lawn?"

I told him I didn't want to hear anymore. The orange ones you see on the sides of trees are supposed to be good. They call them 'chicken of the forest.' Ack!

I wonder if they were all a bunch of tricksters, I haven't seen them in years....

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I think they were messing with you Bwak. Those kind of mushrooms grow in yards in the Pacific NW and the Gulf Coast but not up here.

A variety of the 'magic' ones have spotted, basically deep in the woods/in the wetlands, very occasionally in Maine and in parts of NY state but not in CT or MA. HAHAHA...I wouldn't be surprised if those people were probably dealing them on the side though. Probably never saw them again because they got pinched for doing that at another local fair somewhere. Did they look sorta like Dead Heads? Actually Chickens of the Forest are very good eating...the problem with you and I finding them and then eating them is that ID'ing mushrooms is very difficult and the last thing you'd want to do is eat the wrong ones...

BTW...I LOVE the Durham Fair. Always a blast.

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Every able bodied man was called upon to suit up and go kill some Asian Commies.

Well... every poor and working class young man was called upon to do so. There was a vast Deferment Class for whom the war touched not at all - except the occasional protest march, etc. What we forget is that, for most of the country, Vietnam was an abstract "rumor of war", something they saw on television with "Combat" and "Laugh-In". For this country, the war was a political parlor game. Not so for the Vietnamese.

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Yup. I used school deferment for one year. The next year my 'number' was 309. Burned my draft card.

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I ain't no senator's son...naw naw. It ain't me...it ain't me...I ain't no fortunate one.

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You got that right Jan.

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Having been born in '64, I lack a lot of memory for those times. So your post does not bring me down that lane, but it does not surprise me there are those who want to rewrite this nation's most important documents. In my short lifetime I do recall when there was pretty much one version of the Bible. Now there are dozens and many are far from translations. They are simply reinterpreting someone else interpretations and then other reinterpreting the reinterpretations. Why would it be any different here? And it is having the same effect, those who retain the original texts have a shared understanding of them, and those who masage them, and the many generations of massages later, emulate something far from those original ideals.

Yes, it is cause for concern. Thanks for bringing it up. I do not think it is preventable, but it is important. Although I believe another part of the problem is with these 1776 Fundamentalists who treat these documents like the Bible. Nothing else matters. 2000 years of history for Christianity are all dismissed when one adopts Fundamentalism. As is true today with 200+ years of America. Ignore everything that has occurred since and demand only what they said in 1776 matters. Then one can ignore the proposition that we are the fruit of the Civil War and the Civil Rights movement as well as FDR with the Depression and WWII.

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Why would it be any different here? And it is having the same effect, those who retain the original texts have a shared understanding of them, and those who masage them, and the many generations of massages later, emulate something far from those original ideals...

The Sacred Text. This is so interesting to me. I shall ponder this Gregor

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Diamonds are mere lumps of coal that being held under pressure for a very long time become enduring objects of value. My memory of the time of which you speak is of a time of great pressure and a time that lasted my whole youth. During that time I formed a few bits of understanding that like a diamond are the enduring values of my life.

I can’t help but think that the young people in Iran are looking in the jewelry store window of our time and dreaming diamonds of their own. All we can do is wish for them the same riches. Good karma.

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Well Larry, those Persians have more than NationalLampoon and FM radio, do they not? The info is free flowing whether the gov wants it or not.

Methinks you have a point.

LOOKIN IN THROUGH THE JEWELER'S WINDOW. HA!!!

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