I opposed the wars in Central Ameria.
I opposed racism.
I opposed apartheid.
I opposed police abuse.
I opposed snobism.
I opposed rankism.
I opposed materialism.
I talked.
I protested.
I boycotted.
I wrote letters.
I encouraged dissidents and protesters.
Later I wrote mayors, council representatives;local, state and federal representatives, local & state senators and even the President.
When I felt I wasnn’t getting anywhere, I joined the military to earn salary and find out what was going on with our tax payer money. I got harassed. I got demoted. I got used and then I became more of a man than I had dreamed I would be.
And my leftist friends abandoned me. But whatever. I kept the faith.
So where am I now? You see my words? You see a glimpse of me, my life, my family, my nation, my world. Welcome. Be a part of me.
People talk about me: They used to say I was certified mentally ill.
Well, I’m working on that one.
They said I danced on the tables in the Gizmo at Knox College.
Frankly, I think I would have had a camera man or lady on hand for that one.
They say I was morally degenerate. (Well, I don’t know for sure, but it amounts to that). Okay, that one is true. No further details at this time. Use your imagination, ladies and gentlemen, womyn and menz, boyz and whoa! no one under 18 here. Get out. OUT!!!
