Tuesday, August 27, 2002

Monday, August 26, 2002

True Wimp. Friday night the Colonel took the grandkids (and some chaperones) to the Marine Barracks at 8th and I for the Evening Parade. The weather was wonderful and the Marines were as impressive as ever. The reason I write is that I kept thinking about something I read on Dr. Weevil last week -- he noted some blogger was boasting of his prowess -- that he was 6'5" could bench 300 lbs, etc. -- so full of himself. Yet, he can't bring himself to defend someone else. Contrast this attitude with that of the Marine sargeant who escorted my sister to her seat. My sister stands about 5'3" or 5'4" and this sergeant seemed to have to reach slightly up to offer her his arm. Yet based on his stripes on his sleeve and the hashes -- not to mention the two rows of medals (not just ribbons), I have no doubt who I would want on my side in a fight. You can sit on your butt, Philip Shropshire, the Marines will continue to defend "right and freedom." Your decision to waste your talents and allow evil to proceed shows you may have prowess, yet you are a true wimp.
Dreadfully Busy. Sorry -- work and homeschooling calls.