Can We Talk?

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Can We Talk?? 

Let me tell you a bit about myself, I do believe if we are to have a conversation we should know each other.

I am old...old as dirt. I'm 77, Up until my last bout with Sepsis (an activity that has become much too regular) I ran four to six miles daily, read insatiably, was a complete news junkie and sang out loud in public. I'm big for a runner, 6'3.25" ( that 1/4 ich is really important) and Im ashamed to admit yesterday I weighed in at 227 lbs. I share this because tomorrow I start to run again, today I start to blog, and yesterday I began the process of removing my head from my ass and will be rejoining the world. The last is task much more complicated than I had imagined. So that's me, you are welcome to introduce yourself, or not, your call.

Today's edition of FYAOTOE is really just some questions and thoughts that may well become the basis of the next few months of our somewhat self-indulgent sharing, so please feel free to comment, answer, correct, belittle, or just in general slap the shit out of me.

Why is it that we (America We) don't know the meaning of the most basic of economic terms and titles? We don't seem (or a lot of WE) to know the difference between Capitalism, Socialism and Communism? Much less recognize where, how and why they cross over and even intermingle. I'm not sure it is important we know, BUT I do think it's damn important that we know the difference if you are going to run around screaming them with everything from adoration to an epithet.

Why is it, the MORE Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist or any other religion you profess to be an adherent of; the less you practice the core principles of said religion?

Why is it important to identify anyone's skin color or tone? Full stop!

Why do so many believe that the terms wealthy or poor are interchangeable with character? I will accept that being part of the elite is interchangeable with asshole, most of the time.

Why do we, one of the most war loving societies ever, seem to just love dropping very expensive munitions on the heads of very poor countries and then sit around wondering why they don't appreciate our gifts with the proper amount of servitude?

Why can the leaders of third world nations figure out how to not only get their fledgling democracies to vote... but are able to track it while the Republican party seems to believe you, I and most others cannot do this rather simple task without their assistance.

And one last question: Can you name the individual worth $700,000,000 per year to do anything? I can't and if you can... YOU ARE WRONG!

See y'all in a few days...

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