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RESIGNATION

I am hereby officially tendering
my resignation as an adult.

I have
decided I would like to accept the
responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think
that it's a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud
puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than
money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and
run a lemonade stand with my friends on
a hot summer's day.

I want to return to a time when life was
simple; when all you knew were colors,
multiplication tables, and nursery
rhymes, but that didn't bother you,
because you didn't know what you
didn't know and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be happy because you
were blissfully unaware of all the things that
should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair.
That everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is
possible.

I want to be oblivious
to the complexities of life and be
overly excited by the little things again.

I want to live simple again.

I don't want my day to consist of
computer crashes, mountains of paperwork,
depressing news, how to survive more days
in the month than there is money in the
bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness,
and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of
smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,
justice, peace, dreams, the imagination,
mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So . . . here's my checkbook
and my car-keys, my credit card bills
and my 401K statements.

I am officially
resigning from adulthood.

And if you want to discuss this
further, you'll have to catch me
first, cause........

......"Tag! You're it."

I think that people want peace so much that one of these days government had better get out of their way and let them have it.

Dwight D. Eisenhower

Once upon a time there was a country where people knew that if they had to send their young people off to war they would be honored and cared for as payment for the huge sacrifice they made.

Well the contract has never been honored in the real world at least not for all the injured.

We hear stories of failures in service at Walter Reid Hospital and that seems to outrage people.

Nobody looks at the many other hospitals that are not considered showplaces of the military medical care provided to U.S. Troops when they come home.

Then again you need to take into account that the Bush administration has been cutting VA budgets since they have been in office.

Now I read that the pentagon is going to stop asking questions about mental health when investigating people for security clearances.

Gee, when I was in the military I had to pass all sorts of psychological tests before I got my highest clearance.

I would tell you what it was but you have to have a Top Secret Clearance just to know what my clearance was.

Now if you are gay you can forget about even getting a Secret clearance. Don't ask don't tell worked both ways. The worst abuses of peoples rights I ever witnessed were related to that policy

The policy was more like Don't ask but we can tell.

I have personally seen peoples cariers destroyed by an opinion.

I seem to be rambling a lot but at least I'm writing again.

The fine troops we call on to defend our questionable ideals and protect us from the bad men have always been screwed by the system and yet they still keep coming. Though that is starting to change. The Army has used every trick they can think up to increase their recruitment numbers but still fall short. Even the young rubes from the Midwest are starting to think it might not be so bad to work for WalMart. At least nobody is trying to blow you up there.

I figure it will be another 10 months before we have a draft again, but I have always been an optimist.

Meanwhile all those injured troops who don't show any wound will just have to hope for the best.

At least you didn't have to be slapped in the face by General Patton.

Life has taught me to think, but thinking has not taught me to live.
Alexander Herzen

I found this here:

http://www.electric-escape.net/node/1234

The Thinking Problem

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up.

Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.

That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confess, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."

"It is serious," she said, and her lower lip began to aquiver. "You think as much as college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently. She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors. They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was Porky's, the week before, it was Animal House.

Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.

I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I made the final step. I registered to vote as a Republican.