In our dual identities here we focus on the global implications of the great struggle we're in. Become so involved in the fight it can be easy to forget the very dirt level things we're fighting for. Forget exactly what at our individual levels we are really protecting. Focused on creeping Shariah, The Coming Caliphate, nincompoops in D.C. But at the bottom, although we're talking about Afghanistan, Pakistan, Indonesia, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Iran we are still fighting for the same thing wars have always been waged for. Our homes. Our families. Places we love. And the memories made there.
I had some pretty damn interesting karma come out of this madness today. Good stuff.
And on that I'll say no more.
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A Pagoda in the middle of Dutch country has got to be used for some pretty anomalous reasons.
Think Paradise by the Dashboard Light. Windshield fogged up. Footprints on the roof. Clothing everywhere but where it oughta be. And then, just when things are getting real good, the "stop right there" is a cop with a big old flashlight rapping on the window. . .
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