In the below post, where I talk about the boys in my town, these are some of the gunsels, I mean fine young gentlemen, to whom I am referring. I graduated from this same school, this same year, in the other graduating class. And yes, we fought about everything, all of the time, and yes, I do believe that the constant fighting, plus the beatings from parents and the abuse from teachers, drove me to my firm belief in cooperation, peace and love.
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It's easy to tell you've been out of the US a long time, Mr. Fred. There is total division now between the haves and have nots, and never the twain shall meet. NO cooperation is possible. The Rightwing Joe Sixpackers/Teabaggers have swallowed the carrot-on-the-stick that makes them believe they too will be rich if only the damn Left is crushed and the rich can be left to their own devices unregulated and untaxed, all evidence to the contrary. They happily vote against their own self-interests, because the facist corporatists tell them to.
And BTW, you've made out better in life in some respects than most of your St. Fiddelsticks "competition" (see, even you have the vying me-them thing). My bro cleans the toilets of the wealthy in hurricane ravaged South Carolina for a living. I'll bet 90% of the rest of your cohorts are in similar straits or worse. Count your blessings. You could have done much worse.
-E
I do count my blessings, Ed, every day. My life looks good, even through my mud-colored glasses. There were a few good boys in this class, good friends. I wish them all well, almost all of them.
Mr. Fred doing well. Mud colored classes and all. Well. I'm glad for people like E in his life. Tea bag fucktards abound in the US at the moment. It seems they fall straight from the Jesus tree, the old testament asshole tree.
OC
Well, it's nice to be a little forgiving about all of this. But when anyone without a beard preaches the Old Testament to me I reach for the bad words pretty quick.
By the way, I saw Frannie in there Ed. We were never close, but we were "two of the guys" up at St. Fidelis. I don't have very clear memories of him, but I can tell you that he was never mean to me. He always seemed like a good guy. I sure hope he's okay.
Franny had 1st heart attack at 35, bypass at 40. Has more stents in his arteries than Dick Cheney. Had lukemia in his 50's, barely survived. Still married to his 1st CP g/f, 43 years now. Had one son, who produced 3 grandsons.
At 63, he looks 83, a lot like our Grandpa did. But he's still hanging on, down in the Carolinas. I never hear from him.
-E
Sounds like he's had a tough row to hoe. We hear so many stories like that, it does help me to keep some perspective.
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