Breaking My Heart

What a shame, what a shame!  Dirtbag terrorist shoots himself in the head.  I’m so broken up I can hardly eat my barbecue.  Then again, that there is a good burnt end sammich and I couldn’t care less about a stupid terrorist.  A cold beer would likely balance things out and keep my head on straight.  And wash down those burnt ends.  Unfortunately, my wife has me on  a strict diet as long as I am home-bound, so no alcohol for me.  In fact she is restricting my coffee intake.  Now THAT is really breaking my heart.  I miss my cup of Black Rifle every morning.

https://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/241335

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Sunday Morning Meditation…

The Defensive Training Group

From ‘Men of the West,’ here.

“IF” – Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make…

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