I wish Rush Limbaugh could be alive to see what President Trump and his cabinet of warriors is doing to fix the mess the democrats have made of this country. He would be right there cheering him on and fighting to help in any way he could. He would be one happy fellow.
Rush would be so impressed with Trumps choices for his cabinet, warriors everyone.
Written May 22, 2025
Last evening Israel attacked Iran in order to destroy their nuclear ambitions. The strategic, and ongoing bombings have succeeded in taking out many of Iran’s military leaders and damaged the nuclear facilities. Israel will likely not stop until they are assured that Iran will not exist as it currently does, a threat to the world.
Today will go down as one of the most historic days in human history.
Written June 13th 2025
I was seven years old in November of 1963, second grade, when the news came across our black and white, very modern television set, President John F. Kennedy has been assassinated. It was Friday, just after noon, six days before Thanksgiving. We were let out of school early because of the assassination. Due to the difference in Alaska time the official announcement of the president’s death came just before noon. The whole nation, including our family, were glued to their television sets and radios, waiting for any news of the president’s well-being, praying for the best. When the news finally came, mom sobbed. I’d never seen mom cry before that day. At my age, I didn’t know much, but that day I knew that our president had enemies, and because my mom cried for him, I also knew that he was loved by many. How does a nation celebrate Thanksgiving under those circumstances? The assassination was followed by accusations, conspiracies, the assassination of the alleged assassin, more conspiracies, investigations, and then the nation was left in the dark; the books were closed. The government declared the case closed, they had gotten their man, Lee Harvey Oswald, and he was dead, killed before he could answer any questions.
No one believed them, no one at all. If it wasn’t Oswald, then who really fired the shot that killed the president of the United States of America? People want to know the truth, and they will never stop asking, “Did our own government kill the president?” The truth would be hidden for decades, maybe forever.
It Didn’t End There
The Swinging Sixties, a decade that will never be forgotten. It was both my youth and my emergence into adulthood. I was surrounded by iconic moments, both personal and external. It was ten years of constant defining moments for me and my siblings.
Noah turned thirteen last Saturday, May the seventeenth. He woke me up at around 6 am, calling out my name, “Dad”. I got up and went to his room, just down the hallway. I poked my head in his open door, “Yes Noah, what do you need?” “I’m a teen-ager.” he said, still half asleep, yet as jubilant as he could muster. So excited, this was a day he had waited for a long time. I had no idea just how important this day was to him. Noah thinks about many things, but he doesn’t share those thoughts readily. Every now and then something comes out of his mouth and it just kind of throws me back at how obviously he had been giving it a lot of thought. Turning thirteen was one of those things. Next thing he said was, “Can I open my presents now?” I had to tell him that he had to wait for mom to get up first, and that wouldn’t be for a while.
It was a big day for Noah, a big, outdoor party with lots of friends, a game truck, Nerf Gun battles, food and drinks, and all the presents that he had hoped for. God was kind as well, the forecast was for rain all day, but it hardly rained through out the day. Afterwards mom took him to a gathering at the Taekwondo headquarters for more games with friends, a play date event pre-scheduled for that day. When she got into the car to take him to the Taekwondo event Noah went straight to the passenger side of the front seat of the car. He was thirteen now and could legally ride in the front seat. Noah had obviously given it a lot of thought and was determined to exerciser that right. Not even the law could stop him from being a teenager. It was weird because he never seemed to talk much about it, but there was no hesitancy in the way he went directly to the front seat.
It is so strange to have him up front, but so cool at the same time. Welcome to the coming-of-age Noah. You’re growing up so very fast.
We love you.
Written May 17, 2025
Last evening Noah decided that he was done with his long hair of the past two and a half years. He declared that he wanted to go back to his “original boys hair cut”, and there was no doubt in his mind. That’s rare for Noah. Being autistic, he normally has a difficult time being sure of decisions regarding small things, let alone something as big as his hair. Noah never liked getting haircuts, and growing his hair long was a big deal to him. If you even mentioned cutting his hair he would flat out say, “no way”. He guarded his hair better than Sampson did.
I don’t know, but I think Noah really never wanted long hair. When he first decided that he wanted to grow his hair long he stated that it was because he believed that it would make him “cool”, and he thought that it would help him make friends. Two and a half years later, I think he came to realize that it didn’t help, kids didn’t become his friend because he had long hair, and so he chose to go back to what he liked.
He loves it!!! I couldn’t be prouder of him, not because he now has short hair, but because he decided, for all the right reasons that that’s what he wanted, and he was certain as gravity of that fact.
I believe that this is one of Noah’s defining moments. He has made a change in direction and it gives him more confidence, independence, and self assurance. When I look at Noah today I don’t just see a boy who looks different, I see a young man who is different and it gives me joy, and confidence in him.
Way to go Noah!!!
Written June 17th, 2025
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