The pulpit, confab: same same

Both places much in common as in Listen-up, pay attention do notice who’s at the head of that table,

a Marine surrounded by Armydogs

First order of business, what other kind of paint would a Marine use besides KILZ, that’s right right there. Ladies, I’m here to tell you, if I was charge of things, through Decree or an EO, no Woman would have no more than 3 sets of dishes in her possession at any one time, one for good times, one for sad times, and one for dating such as a picnic basket which contain paper plates that work just fine. Yes… I’m still moving out dishes, sets of them. what you see are only the serving parts, not the full sets that match each one of those plates.

Now that fluff has been delt with, on to important stuff: the other day, taking a break of using the KILZ, I seen a headline:

Watchdog group demands answers to US Army training labeling pro-life groups ‘terrorists’

One of the slides in the presentation cited the pro-life groups National Right to Life and Operation Rescue as examples of terrorist groups. In addition to sidewalk counseling or supporting pregnancy resource centers through Choose Life license plates, the slides also cited opposition to Roe v. Wade as a potential terrorist trait.

I know what this Man is thinking “Carpe diem” little brother,

it’s then Gunny Ermey came to mind

Come on you little maggot, let me hear your war cry, that ain’t no War cry, now let me hear your real War cry!.

That’ll do

Army issued, been to France and back

Pay no mind to the books, still moving dishes, I’ll get to the books, some history, she had blown out her shoulder deer hunting with a 30.06, she took down a nice 6 pointer, that ended her days of hunting at 86 years of age. She was bummed out about no more hunting, Marine Corps training kicked in, told her about you write your story, there needs to be a record of it. She thought that was good idea, even from me. So, she did, out at deer camp 🙂

Took a book from one of her shelves

All kinds of books everywhere, the one on the left, the Man who knew Kennedy, that party traded a Kennedy for a drunk cackling hyaena, some trade that was.

(inserts a just so you know).

All dogs go to Heaven

If you never read the book standing up, find it and read it.

Pulled another book laying on top of the others:

What sort of Man carried that Army issued New Testament, this kind:

Grampa, mother’s side

There are stories in her book from the 20’s, 30’s and forties, all kinds of stories

Mathew 18:6 came to mind while ending this confab of sorts