I'M SICK OF KLAVANAUGH - BUT...

Beside the point that Republicans stole the prior Supreme Court nomination, and the point that Kavanaugh's extreme conservative positions make him unfit for the office; not excusing rape charges, it bothers me we are going back to post adolescent high school time to look for inappropriate actions to use as unconfirmed accusations against Kavanaugh or any man or woman.

Now they are claiming that Kavanaugh exposed himself as a teenager.   Hell, I ran through the streets of downtown Jacksonville, Florida bare ass naked when the song The Streak was popular - and I was in my thirties.   Of course, with my background I could never be seriously considered for any major public office that would require scrutiny.  






My only reply for my actions from high school through age forty when I married my wife, is to quote Solzhenitsyn: 
"One and the same human being is, at various ages, under various circumstances, a totally different human being." 

the Ol'Buzzard

MEMORIES OF ANOTHER LIFE

It is funny how sometimes a blog you write will bring back forgotten memories.

In my last blog I mentioned running naked through Jacksonville, Florida.  Actually I have done it more than once.

This was during the time the song The Streak was popular.   I was in the Navy and stationed at NAS Jacksonville.   My buddy Tudor, a big red headed dude who was always game for a good time, was usually my partner in crime.   There was a Limey Chief that had been temporarily attached with our unit.  He was headed back to England at the end of the week. 

Tutor and I had been drinking and it seemed like a good idea to streak the Chief as a departing memory for working with Yanks.  We got naked, put on raincoats with combat boots, and had Tudor’s wife drive us to the Chiefs apartment.  We knocked on the door, and when he answered we threw off our coats started screaming and took off down the steps. 

 As I said, we had been drinking.

 Tudor’s wife had parked further down the road, so when we reached the car I jumped into the back seat, but Tudor ran right past the car and started down a one-way street naked as a jay-bird and still yelling.  We had to circle the block and head him off, to get him back in the car.

I have lost track of Tudor, and my wife would probably say that is a good thing.    

But Tudor, where ever you are, I am thinking of you man and I'll have a drink to you tonight.