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I have decided to try to update daily for the next month. That brings me near Christmas. I have decided that I need to return to putting my thoughts down on screens as opposed to draining my imagination and mental abilities with games at FB. I haven't wanted to check into the Betty Ford for a game addiction yet, but if I continue on I may not be able to relate to the world unless they are offering me a widget or a new energy pack. Anyway, I think returning to documenting my stream of consciousness, whether it be strange or of the bizarre, might be more productive than collecting these items.
I have reflected on the day, which happens to be the anniversary of the assassination of JFK. I consider it one of the events that led to the end of my childhood. I can remember relating to John Jr as he gave a three year old's spin on how a salute should look as his father's coffin passed by. It made me understand that losing your parents could happen, that none of us was immortal no matter how important we were.
Most of the programing for the day has included every spin on conspiracy that can be imagined. I find it interesting that nearly fifty years after the event, nearly 75% of Americans believe that there was one. Me, I have decided the lone gunman with a issue makes just as much sense. This comes from nothing the experts can dredge up but more from what has happened over the past fifty years since JFK was killed. Instead, it has been the long and sad procession of murders since that time that has convinced me of this. John Lennon, George Wallace, Larry Flynt and every post office shooting and school massacre seems to show that given the right amount of bullets and the perfect mix of bad attitude, the lone gunman can control the havoc.
I think the day has added nothing to my morose mood. It has been gloomy and threatening. I would prefer the rain or the wind or whatever Mother Nature wants to hurl at us and get it over with. Instead, we have been on a stall that just makes one not want to leave bed, which is pretty much what I did. I have to go into work shortly and deal with the guests. I need to put my happy face on here very soon.
I have reflected on the day, which happens to be the anniversary of the assassination of JFK. I consider it one of the events that led to the end of my childhood. I can remember relating to John Jr as he gave a three year old's spin on how a salute should look as his father's coffin passed by. It made me understand that losing your parents could happen, that none of us was immortal no matter how important we were.
Most of the programing for the day has included every spin on conspiracy that can be imagined. I find it interesting that nearly fifty years after the event, nearly 75% of Americans believe that there was one. Me, I have decided the lone gunman with a issue makes just as much sense. This comes from nothing the experts can dredge up but more from what has happened over the past fifty years since JFK was killed. Instead, it has been the long and sad procession of murders since that time that has convinced me of this. John Lennon, George Wallace, Larry Flynt and every post office shooting and school massacre seems to show that given the right amount of bullets and the perfect mix of bad attitude, the lone gunman can control the havoc.
I think the day has added nothing to my morose mood. It has been gloomy and threatening. I would prefer the rain or the wind or whatever Mother Nature wants to hurl at us and get it over with. Instead, we have been on a stall that just makes one not want to leave bed, which is pretty much what I did. I have to go into work shortly and deal with the guests. I need to put my happy face on here very soon.