Bad Moon Rising

It was dusk and the end of another hot day. Suzie-Q and I settled on the back porch to listen to the quiet. After a few minutes, we began to notice the fireflies lifting off from the grass. Seems there were more than usual. It is a spectacle that still fascinates old kids like us. With their tails momentarily ablaze, they would fly off into the growing darkness. Soon, all there was to see was an occasional small streak of light zipping by. It is calming to observe and admire such a natural occurrence without having a single thought and no feeling except calm.

As the fireflies mostly burned out and went about doing whatever it is that fireflies do, a very bright full moon began to show itself through the tree tops further up the hill. That sight itself causes you to scoot a little closer to whomever you are sharing the view with. No words are required. But something ruined the moment’s serenity. From another time combined with the thoughts of the day, something popped into my mind. The words from a CCR tune, Bad Moon Rising.

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
I see bad times today.

Last week, I sat down to write about the state of our Armed Forces. It is a topic I have been writing about for a long time. In July 2011, I wrote, I Remember Carter’s Army. After talking about some of the Commanders in Chief I served under during my Army Time, I concluded that by the time the Obama administration ended we may be longing for Carter’s Army. Well, here we are. In March 2012, not quite a year later I wrote, Just Another Vietnam, concluding that liberals (and frankly I probably need to amend that to read Washington politicians) were going to turn military successes in Iraq and Afghanistan into just another Vietnam along with abandonment and the rise of forces willing to fill mass graves. Well, here we are. Over the years, I wrote much about the many social engineering projects that are negatively impacting the force and with it readiness. Now we have added women to combat arms and soon to follow, trans-genders. With the cuts to our Armed Forces leaving them at pre-WWII levels or worse, we are sitting ducks. I never thought I would see the day when I, as an American, would necessarily ponder whether I am prepared to defend my family and my homeland. But, here I am.

I did not write that essay, because I was a little angry with the Orlando attack and the response of the political hacks who call themselves our leaders. It is never a good idea for me to write when I am angry. Keyboards can be damaged and words sent out across the world wild net are there to stay. As time went on, the anger did not subside although my thought process may be a little more rational.

We are in a Presidential election cycle. Although it seems like I have heard the words every single time there was an election, this one is certainly the most important in my lifetime. I will decide the fate of our nation.

Sitting in the Whitehouse, we have a petulant little man who is also an Islam apologist. Just like all of the others, it was not a murdering Islamist that walked into the Orlando night club and killed 49 people. It was a rifle that did it. So instead of an all out war on ISIS, not a drone strike here and there that kills one cockroach that is replaced before the sun sets on the dead one, he declares war on semi-automatic rifles. We must get those “weapons of war” out of the hands of citizens. Do know what weapons of war are Mr. President? They are box cutters in the hands of Islamic terrorists intent on killing Americans and who succeeded in murdering 3000 non-combatants. All the terrorist murders were from Saudi Arabia to whose king you bowed. And there would have been more on that day if some Americans had not said “let’s roll.” And who is in the wings to replace you? Another wholly owned by the Muslim Brotherhood with millions of dollars paid into her foundation from at least 10 Islamic countries – where they execute homosexuals.

And what do we have on the other side? We have a candidate who is a racist and bigot because he suggests a pause in Muslim immigration until they can be properly vetted. Members of his party are working harder to defeat him than they ever did to defeat the petulant one – the Speaker of the House the worst among them. I despise these knee-jerk hacks as much as I despise the idiots on the other side. I do not like it when people play with my life and the lives of my grandchildren. It is time for the adults to assume control. Either they come together with an inoculation for terminal cranial rectal inversion syndrome or we get another wholly owned Islam apologist, military hating, Marxist in the Whitehouse. And this one wants all of the guns. And she will get them with a majority progressive Supreme Court. And America is done. Understand that Republicans. Done! Let’s roll?

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

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