Confirmation

Others........ as well as myself......... have said for years that I'm Crazy.

I wasn't a charter member of The John Birch Society........but I was quite active in the late 70's and early 80's.......and while they have the reputation for being kooks..
.........based on personal research and observation...........they for the most part were decent hardworking folks with a love for this country and a greater love for the founding documents that were the base the country is built upon. So that fact only testifies to the supposition that I'm a kook.

I volunteered to join the Army at a time and for an MOS that guaranteed I'd be sent into some of the hottest combat zones in what used to be South Vietnam. That probably only speaks to the fact that I crave a little adventure. That much is still true. Mostly I'm shy, retiring, reticent (OK, relatives be quite) and don't get involved in anything exciting. Yet, I've been known to jump off into the deep end of the financial world without looking first to see if there is any water in the pool. Can't say that I exactly excelled at swimming.........but at least I was out there Dog Paddling. Hey ........it's how I get my kicks.......leave me alone.

Never had much desire for drugs (never used any other than prescription, as will be seen) smoking, drank for 6 years, nothing in the last 33. These things only make me a dull boy and unusual in this day and time.

Today I had my first visit to the VA clinic here in Athens. It's 4 miles away as opposed to going to Decatur which is as far as I'm concerned is the middle of Atlanta......only whiter and a little more upscale......albeit trending downward as all the old Jews in the area die off. And the traffic........ Well lets just say that I passed no cars on the way this morning and had to stop at no red lights.

So I'm getting acquainted with the new Doc. Cute young black girl....can't be long out of medical school.......very smart and with a great sense of humor........
.......Told me I had the option of refusing to submit to the ol' digital rectal exam.
......Of course she highly recommended it.......laughed like hell when I told her I'd submit......but only under protest........then realized I'd just volunteered.
Well........she was cute........and slender.......with tiny fingers.......and it's not every day you get a good looking female to play with your ass......Sadly I was not allowed to return the favor. These facts only say I have a slight masochist streak in me.

So she agreed that I should keep on taking all the pills and potions that keep me from screaming incoherently at the other crazy people in the asylum........now I just snigger behind my hand as I gleefully keep up a running commentary in my mind about all that's going on. At least that's the case until I get to the head examiner who will no doubt want to tweak and change all the things I've spent the last several years getting regulated to my satisfaction. I can still play with knives and guns as long as I don't get too obvious about it. That scares the keepers of the gates and doors and they pass the word that I'm not allowed to go out and play.

I also had a great talk with the HMFIC of paperwork about getting a new ID Card...
.........I'd cut holes in the old one trying to find the locater device they plant in all of them. I keep mine wrapped in aluminum to foil their efforts to track my movements. This only shows that I'm cautious.

He and I agreed that we are sure glad Bush is leaving office come next January, 20th even though we had both voted for him twice.
We also agreed that considering the likely candidates to take his place.......If we had the chance we'd vote for him again.

Like I say "Crazy".