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Angry Jams that Sooth the Soul

I am in a mood this evening and these Korn jams sum up how I feel these past few days. Enjoy and understand where I am at in this effed up state of Texas and this Disunited States of America, it is all appropriate! 😁 They definitely sum up where I’m at with this country and it’s present direction…

Bang and bob that head up and down and dance crazy like a wild-man or wild-woman and let it LOOSE! It is such a good thang to go wild and let your inner beast out! 😁😈

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When Hyper-Patriotism Blinds Us from Humanity

I have just recently watched for a third time the Netflix series “Surviving Black Hawk Down.” This is Ridley Scott’s documentary remake of his acclaimed 2001 film Black Hawk Down starring none other than Josh Hartnett, Eric Bana, Ewan McGregor, Tom Hardy, Tom Sizemore, Orlando Bloom, William Fichtner, Jason Isaacs, and Sam Shepard, along with other marquee names. The movie and later docuseries is about the U.S. “aid” involvement in Mogadishu, Somalia in 1993 along with the United Nations.

However, before I discuss my opinions and critique of the Ridley Scott’s docuseries and how actual participants portray those bloody days/nights, let’s get into some contextual background of 1980’s to 1993 Somalia first. This is the background Wikipedia offers…

The UNOSOM and UNITAF

Within this framework above the United States got trapped in playing world police force once again as it has so, so, SO many times in recent history without an explicit exit plan so as to not end up the bad-guy or the invading military force in the eyes of the native population and the rest of the world. That is precisely what I loathe and despise about our country’s arrogant involvement in world affairs at the EXPENSE of U.S. military personnel and forces! I also often despise our military soldiers on the ground inside high-tension deployments and their super naive, prejudice, velcro’d-out testosterone-overloaded outlook on the native population and culture, as several of these American Battle of Mogadishu servicemen testify in this docuseries. Yuk! 🤢🤮 Man it rubs me wrong and raw!

And before I get into this and my negative and positive opinions about the entire Mogadishu operation, I want to remind any hyper-conservative, MAGA tRumpel supporters of the same cocky attitude, that George W. Bush put all of our valuable servicemen and women at high risk in the wasted, useless campaigns of Iraq 2003–2011 and the more useless, wasteful conflict in Afghanistan 2001–2021 where far too many American military lives were lost for, no reason, NO GAIN whatsoever for the U.S., for the world, or for the native countries we attacked and invaded. Neither Afghanistan or Iraq are better off. Period. Fact.

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The best part of Ridley Scott’s docuseries “Surviving Black Hawk Down” is that he gives ample interview time to the Somalis who lived through those horrific days and nights in October 1993. They bluntly speak about how indiscriminately the American Ranger forces and Army helicopter gunmen fired upon unarmed Somali citizens, including women and children from above up in the air. No wonder most all Somalis hated the U.S. armed forces, turned against them, and joined Mohamed Farah Adid’s rebel forces! Duh. This is clearly when hyped-up over-testosteroned, velcroed-up boys in our military get way out of hand and far too cocky! Way to go Rangers. 🙄 You just made your own job 10-times harder. Dumb.

Because the American forces wanted to impose their military cockiness it is no wonder the Somali militia wanted to kill Americans:

Throughout the documentary the interviewed Ranger and Delta Force (ex)servicemen talk as if killing Somalis is nothing, that it is a favor to the world. But when it comes to their own squad/platoon mates, it is an atrocity, a human violation, and punishable by brute force. When did global fairness, global justice, or even fair humane treatment for all humans sway and go over to ONLY an American point-of-view and justification!? When? This disturbed and bothered me greatly listening to these ex-servicemen. One of them, Ranger David Diemer, talks about killing Somalis indiscriminately as if they had no worth on this planet, no family, no children.

David Diemer, ex-U.S. Ranger

I couldn’t believe my ears and what I was hearing him say. But when he talked about how the Somalis felt they had to fight back, to him EVERYONE there was a shooter and he would shoot any of them whether they were carrying a weapon or not! It was utterly astonishing to listen to him talk so callously. 🤦‍♂️

And then there was Tom Satterly, a member of the U.S. Delta Force who joined forces with the Army Rangers in the Battle of Mogadishu. This man truly believed (back then) that he and Delta were the best and “untouchable” and everything they did for America was always right, always moral, and always the best thing for the world. Those are essentially HIS words, I sh*t you not.

There was one very true thing that Tom Satterly, ex-Delta Force, did say in the docuseries at the end that was indeed profoundly true. But, BUT it shows the narrow-mindedness of angry American soldiers when they are put into an impossible powder-keg of a situation by clueless American politicians and a Commander-in-Chief. Watch this and you’ll see/hear exactly what I mean:

There is such a huge disconnect from humanity from these servicemen, that it baffles the brain of any normal, decent, human being. I get it. It is the Fog of War. Our adrenaline is pumping so massively that we military-men lose our sane cognition. I’ve seen this a hundred thousand times in military men in conflict. It is part of the Fight or Flight mentality—kill, kill, kill or die—that all humans possess. It doesn’t make its behavior or consequences right, moral, or universal. But it does exist and rears its ugly head whether we like it or not.

If there is anything I do recommend about Ridley Scott’s docuseries Surviving Black Hawk Down, it is this: it will amply show you how brutally inhumane all people will get in severe, life-threatening conflict. Is it worth it in the ultimate end?

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My Joyful Escapes

During these times of great sociopolitical distress, unknown national or global pathways caused by the last several months and since 2016, I have been forced to find some type of solace, some level of pleasure and joy to keep at bay my nagging depression for this nation called the Disunited States of America, and more so my native home state of Texas. What have I found, discovered to temporarily relieve my torment the last decade or more?

My lifelong passions of football/soccer, World War II aviation, and the history of Antiquity, specifically the Roman Empire of the 2nd-century BCE through its decline and fall. Sometimes, more often lately, these “escapes” have kept my sanity in tact; or rather, in tact as is possible these very trying years. Given my age and declining health due to my living situation caring for my Early Alzheimer’s mother, vodka and tequila are no longer viable options or escapes (lots of cussing under my breath for that).

Therefore, I have been forced to find other alternatives to relieve my chronic sadness, my chronic pain, and my chronic frustration from where my once great home country is now headed. As some of you might remember, I am a fanatic for these three areas of interest: footballing/soccer, WW2 history/aviation, and Antiquity and the Roman Empire. I love these areas of interest so very much! And I always look for an opportunity to immerse myself in all three as many times as possible given my time restrictions at home. So…

Are any of you, my followers, my visitors, a kindred spirit in these three areas? I’d love to know. And if so, let’s sometimes chit-chat about them. I get immense pleasure diving into these subjects and how profoundly they changed our current world and all of our lives, particularly in the West. Are any of you gamers? Or are you just well read in these areas? Please let me know. 🙂

Here are some YouTube videos on these three areas I am passionate about:

Football Manager 2024

DCS World WW2

Rome 2: Total War

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An Alzheimer’s & Family Update

Some of you may have noticed that I have been around our blogging community less, perhaps noticeably less. You would be right. That has been the case for some 3-5 months now, I’m unsure really. Here’s why… well, several reasons why.

Life. And…

Immediate family, specifically my Early Alzheimer’s Mom and unfortunately and negatively my 61-year old sister.

Mom

Much of what I’ve been having to do to care full-time/overtime 14-16/7 hrs. per day, 365-days the past near four years for my Mom has been covered in these previous three blog-posts: Click here for the first post, then the 2nd and 3rd are all linked together after.

No surprise, she has declined a little more since my last Alzheimer update-post in November 2023. Hence, my free-time to write blogs, comment on blogs I follow, or explore new blogs I’d enjoy has gone by the wayside to this present day.

Mom has now reached the point where cognitively and physically she cannot and/or is unable to help me do anything at all around our apartment. None of the daily or weekly chores for both our bedrooms, the bathrooms, the tub/shower, cleaning the kitchen daily 2-4 times per day, preparing two meals a day, all the grocery weekly/bi-weekly shopping and pharmacy trips, vacuuming and mopping of the apartment, caring for all the plants inside and outside as well as my herb garden outside—all of which are dead now and most are dead inside—and the chauffeuring to quarterly or biannual doctor appointments; she no longer drives.

Regarding my hard work on my herb garden, roses, and gorgeous geraniums outside last year, this past summer, autumn, and now winter has been utterly brutal on all outdoor plants/gardens. In the summer last year we had one of the worst infestations of huge tan-brown-green grasshoppers that devoured everyone’s plants. Some huge grasshoppers were at least 4-inches long. Extreme boiling temps in the day and extreme frigid temps at night doomed my 2024 efforts. On top of this unmitigated garden disaster, for 8-days straight I was so deathly ill I could not get out of bed, ever. I struggled bad to walk to the bathroom. I never ate during those 8-days. Consequently, all the indoor and outdoor plants suffered horribly.

One of my top priorities this late January is reapplying for her Long-Term Medicaid assistance for her eventual admittance into a full-time Assisted Living Memory Care facility where here in the central Hill Country of Texas are all extremely expensive, between $4,800/mon. to $7,300/mon. Most are private pay only. I must get assistance for this third reapplication as I learned the hard way last year—by ending up in the hospital for four nights back in late June—by a Medicare family consultant to guarantee that Mom gets approved. She does incredible work and has tons of experience in this hyper-complicated politicized out-tha-whaa-zoo process here in Texas. That was part of the reason why I ended up in the hospital with serious heart and stress-hypertension problems.

Concluding with Mom I have this comparison…

I was a stay-at-home Dad when my son was an infant until he turned two and my daughter at the time was 7- to 8-years old in elementary school. In 1999-2001 I was the stay-home parent during the day when their mother (my ex-wife now) was at her 8-9 hr. job in downtown Dallas. We lived at that time in a nice starter home in Carrollton, Texas. When she returned from work, and I had dinner ready and homework done, I went to my graveyard shift security guard job at 7:00pm until 7:00am the next morning. I did this for 18-months. By far the hardest jobs I have EVER had in my life!

Now, since August 2021, I am caring for—for all intents and purposes—my last 4-year old child… Mom. Literally. The huge difference, however, between my stay-home-Dad days/nights and right now since August 2021 is that I have been and still am “A One Man Show and Bad Dance.” Back in my married months/year I at least had a wife-partner and parent. Not this go round. This is harder than those 18-months, much harder. The “end” of this rough go will eventually be very different.

My Sister and Her 48-Year “Disease”

As a footnote to my header up top, my sister now weights over 275 lbs., not that weight in the Xmas 2014 picture. And that is the least health problems she has at present.

My 61-year old sister is also a Schizoid-affective Bipolar of about 25-30 years with regular bouts of very manic behavior. She is also a 48-year drug addict and alcoholic. And she also has poor judgement, cognition, and temperament or composure in stressful environments, all due in part to her psychiatric diagnoses. She is also presently on about 6-7 various psych meds daily. There’s the introductory details of what I must often help with, manage, or try to stop the hemorrhaging, as it were, when she has a psychotic meltdown.

On October 9th through October 17th, 2024, she had a major meltdown on me that involved her calling the police department on me—for a 2nd time that year, first in Feb. 2024—and became physically violent toward me inside Mom’s and my apartment almost breaking down or through my locked bedroom door. However, this was after her public meltdown with me at Western Union inside the local Walmart. If you are not familiar with psychiatric-psychologically dysfunctional people with a long, long history of disorders, eight prior felonies, prior addresses of residence that include over 25 Halfway Houses & Shelters, homeless 3-4 times under highway overpasses, and a long list of low-wage jobs that are longer than an encyclopedia… then just believe me when I say this: During those breakdowns/meltdowns, it is pure chaos and a rollercoaster of manic behavior sometimes lasting for over 10-12 hours without medication or in some cases until she is arrested by law-enforcement.

Then also imagine the stress, distress, crying, and emotional exhaustion she puts my elderly Mom through each episode, and you have a slight glimpse of what Mom and I have dealt with since 1978.

Should any of you wish to read the email (Page 1 click here, pg. 2 click here, short pg. 3 click here) I had to send to my sister about this latest 9-day/night psychotic meltdown on me—she was impossible to speak with civilly or maturely and logically those days and nights that I had to get a hotel room 2-nights when she wouldn’t leave Mom’s apartment—so consequently we have yet to speak to each other either in person or by phone or text message. She’s been and still being a royal, immature, asshole to me over a situation I had no control over whatsoever. As is often the case with arguing family members, the initial issue and subsequent meltdown at Walmart had to do with money, her portion of money Mom said she could have from the sale of Mom’s 2007 Toyota Avalon XL Sedan that I had completed after 4-months listed, all by myself, on Oct. 5th, 2024 for $7,600. The rest of the insanity is available via the “click here” links above.

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Therefore, the moral of my quick post here is that my “free-time” has been slipping further away the last 8-26 months as Mom continues to decline, my workload in everything around here increases because I have zero help—with the small exception of Mom’s professional hospice team that visits 3-times a week for 30-40 minutes at most, not on weekends or holidays—and my sister with her horribly shitty attitude and refusal to help out with Mom, much less help me with Mom with anything simple… just eats up every bit of every day now. And it doesn’t appear to be changing anytime soon.

My apologies my friends and followers. It is the hand of cards I’ve been delt for the moment. 🤷‍♂️

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Italian Language Class

I’ve been interested lately in learning a bit about 1970’s Italian culture, specifically learning the language in an all female dance studio. It seemed most appropriate to me to get absorbed into the flair and the gyrating Italian hips, go-go boots, and hairdos that made so many Italian women standout, particularly when learning from a “unique” professor of boom-boom. Watch what I mean…

Professor Adriano Celentano is also an accomplished chicken farmer and apparently sheep dog breeder. He states that the secret to healthy hens, giant eggs, and happy dogs is upbeat, 70’s rap-music that “frees” the hips from inhibitions, even in farm animals!

I’m sure farmer Arkysatan in South Africa can also attest to this 70’s hip method of happy animals equals happy home. 😊🤭 And my GOODNESS I do like go-go boots! Let’s have some more shall we! Ooh La La is Italian isn’t it? 😉

I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming… 😁

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