World War III Veterans Against The War

Just so I'm not accused of jumping on any bandwagon at a later date, I'm throwing my hat in the ring now/first as being a shaken survivor of and against one of the worst wars of the next fifty years.

Whether I was drafted, recruited with the promise of bags of shiny dangly bits or just ether-in-a-hanky press ganged; I'm sure I will barely make it through any engagements and will make life as difficult as possible for all involved in the military machine as well.

I'm not even sure what it will be for or about...coconuts in the tropics or bananas in Brazil, I damn well wont like or support it while I'm there and especially after it's over.

Let's see, unless it is actually for bananas...uh, well of course that all depends on if the Brazilian potassium-filled-fruit hoarding regime recruits soldiers directly from their soccer teams.

No way am I fighting a bunch of coffee bean jacked up can-kick-the-twig-and-berries-to-the-moon soldiers with legs the size of tree trunks...no damn way.

Hokie Smokes!

Almost two weeks since I've been aboard this ship of fools!
Time sure flies when you're hepped up on pills...especially when none of them are your own prescriptions...
I have actually been crazily busy assisting my father in the care of my mother who after having knee replacement surgery suffered a minor stroke...which sure put a hold on us playing our favorite game of What's That Burning Smell.
All in all, she is much improved and I'm getting drunk whilst not on momma guard duty detail.