The man eating chicken story from the barber shop.

This same thing happened at Camp Perry a year or two later.

A few years back I was getting my locks shorn at the local barber shop. IIRC it was a Saturday morning when the 9-5ers were there for haircuts and a couple of old school farmers were there for their weekly shaves.

I had gotten a seat across from a father and son. dad looked like he was preoccupied, the kid looked like he was paying attention and possibly had a brain of some sort. I let things fall into place and looked at the kid and addressed him.

"Hey, Kid," I asked. "Have you ever in your life seen a man eating chicken?" His father took note of the situation instantly. 

The kid thought for a second or two and replied, "Yes I have."

The father looked at his son and demanded, "Where have you ever seen a man eating chicken?"

"I see it almost every time we eat at KFC," said the kid.

"What do you mean?" the father demanded of his son. "There are no man eating chickens at KFC!" 

"A lot of men eat chicken at KFC," answered the boy.

Dad turned beet red when he figured it out.

Over the years I have come to the conclusion that a lot of kids actually raise themselves. I keep thinking that the people that say that parents should have a license to reproduce have the right idea and I used to agree with them until I realized that if it became a worldwide requirement the human face would become extinct in a few generations.

I guess some thing are better left the way they are.

Let Darwin sort it out. 

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Wow! DST just hit me....again.

My sleep patterns will me screwed up for a few days and now I have to reconfigure one of my atomic clocks. No major undertaking but sometimes I wonder if it's worth the effort.

Sometimes I think we ought to stick with one or the other.

It made sense back in the day when we had to watch television by candle light but now we have electricity.

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8 March!

A beautiful day. 

I've been sluggish all winter so it felt damned good to get  out and take a nice walk..

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I am completely pissed off at the left now. Draft Barron in a pig's ass!

There seems to be a big 'Draft Barron Trump' movement which is nothing more than the most mean spirited thing I have ever heard of.

First of all presidential families have always been off limits. Period. 

I could only imagine the screeching and epic personal attacks had anyone said anything about one of Obama's children...even if it was true. 

While it is true the fact that Hunter Biden was discharged from the Navy as an ensign for popping hot on a drug test and was given an administrative discharge, he was in fact 43 years old when he went in and 44 when he was separated from the service. Still, that one went away fast in the media even though he was a middle aged man at the time. 

Barron Trump has already paid his dues in spades. Since November 2015 when Donald Trump became president-elect his childhood as we know it came to a screeching halt. From then on he could no longer grab a can of worms and a fishing pole and wander down to the pond and go fishing. He couldn't go skateboarding with his pals. taking Marylou to the corner drugstore for a malt was definitely out of the question. In short he was totally robbed of his childhood.  

It's kind of hard to get your sweetie into the back seat of the family '57 Chevy with you at the drive-in when there are a trio of Secret Service agents occupying it.

He grew up with a big target painted on his back and spent most of his childhood living in a huge fish bowl. 

Much to the credit of the young man he hasn't seemed to have gotten into any mischief which speaks VERY highly of him. I say that because if he was walking through an abandoned apple orchard and helped himself to an apple the media screeching would be epic. He'd be called a criminal and a thief and we'd never hear the end of it.

Currently he's being robbed of his early adulthood because he's in college and doesn't even get to go to the bathroom unattended by Secret Service agents.

All of this hate has nothing to do with Barron. They are just trying to get at his father by making the son a target. It's patently wrong. They are trying to use him as a pawn. It's disgraceful and anyone that has half of a brain knows that.

As far as I am concerned Barron has already paid his dues. Leave him alone. He has had nothing to do with anything that would make a normal person dislike him. 

Besides this isn't 1942 anymore. While James Roosevelt went ashore with the 2nd Marine Raiders the Japanese had no way of knowing that FDRs son was with them. Today whatever unit a president's child is in can be found fairly easily on line. A president's child would be a feather in the cap of the enemy unit that either captured or killed them. It would also bring undue stress to the rest of the GIs in the unit they're assigned to. I know if a president's kid was assigned to the same hemisphere I'm on I'd instantly put in for a transfer. I'd want no part of that. Maybe during 1942 things were different.

Besides he'd probably make a crummy soldier because he's too damned tall. He's 6'9" tall (the limit is 6'8") As for asking for a waiver, why should he have to? To make some whiny Karen happy? Not his job. 

Besides there is no draft. 

The thing that really angers me is that if Barron was killed or taken prisoner most of these people would gloat and say the President deserved it which is outright sick. 

The kid has my respect.

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There was a Facebook thread about drafting Barron. It was mainly a bunch of Karens.

My reply was that they ought grab all of you nasty mean spirited old broads and ship the whole push of you off to the infantry.

There were penalty markers thrown for that one.

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I'm getting ready to go on a trip soon and

when I pack I make sure to pack my worst worn out undershorts because instead of washing them I can simply throw them out.

I was going through my stuff and found a fugitive from the law of averages. It was a really worn out pair of skids that as a best guess came out of my footlocker from work that I had not gone through since I retired. They very well might have gotten into the footlocker as a prank someone pulled with battery acid.

Anyway I had a visitor and was emptying the dryer when we were yakking. I was inspecting my shorts as they came out of the dryer looking for likely candidates as throwaways for my next trip to visit family. That pair popped up.

It was nothing but a really torn up elastic and holes defined by a few threads. My pal looked at them wide-eyed and asked me, "You're not actually going to wear those, Are you?"

I casually replied, "Why not? They're my favorite pair. I've had them since high school."

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I just heard Jasmine Crockett lost

which is great because after the mid terms we won't have to listen to her ghettospeak any more.

She's blaming it on the Republicans voter fraud which is hilarious. 

Maybe we can get the Democrats to support the SAVE act and clean things up so things like this never happen again.

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The President or maybe Pete Hegseth ought to make a tweet.

Platoon Sergeant Joe Blow Third Platoon A Company 1/327th Infantry (pick a real name and outfit at random)

I've heard about you and your platoon and I want to remind you of the rules of engagement. You may kill as many enemy combatants but you may not eat any of them unless they have been inspected by the USDA. I don't want you or any of your guys getting sick. Thank you for your attention in this matter.

The screeching would be epic and I'm sure the enemy would wonder if word got back to them.

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4 March already.

Time seems to be whipping past incredibly fast. 

The nation is having a 250th birthday come 4 July and I haven't even managed to recover from the Bicentennial yet which was only fifty years ago. 

Come 28 May I will have been out of the Army for fifty years and it's all been a blur.

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Yesterday for the hell oof it I watched a couple of episodes of The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin and Captain  Gallant of the Foreign Legion, both of which I have not seen in over 65 years.

It was interesting seeing how primitive TV was back in the 50s when I was 7 or 8. 

Both were typical 50s western format. A young orphan boy growing up in Fort Apache and a young boy growing up in a Foreign Legion outpost. Captain Gallant was just a western format but set in a different setting.

Back then every small boy was envious of Rusty and Cuffy because they got to grow up among Old School Real Men.

It took two or three decades to realize we had grown up among real men because it takes a lot of moxie to settle down and raise a couple of kids and do it right.

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