A life built on Revenge
The Punic wars, some interesting reading. Must have been the music I’m hearing as I was doin the fooking dishes. I don’t really complain about dirty dishes, dirty dishes are sure sign I got to eat. this batch of dishes just rubbed me the wrong way, washing dishes at 6:15 am could be the reason, or it’s Monday. Cold, rainy, 47 degrees and let’s not forget the fog that rolled in. If they are successful in bringing down America, does make one wonder how many out there, will have nothing but revenge in their hearts, their entire lives dedicated to fine those responsible for taking what wasn’t theirs to take.
Odyssues said it rather well
Wait, wait! What is our crime? We treated your wife as a queen. We lived off you’re land, that can be replaced. We did not kill anybody.
“Your crime is that you tried to steal my world. The world I built with my hands, and my sweat and my blood. The world that I shared with a woman who bore me my son, and no one will ever take that from me. Now you will die to a man in a river of blood.”
Music while you wash dishes with Chesty Puller in mind
” good night Chesty, wherever you are”
The wild hunt is good to