In his Father's Footsteps

Today my eldest grandson started his student enlistment in the New York Air National Guard. He starts his monthly drills soon and will attend basic training in San Antonio this summer after he graduates from high school. His father, a four year AF vet, was on the flightline at Edwards AFB in the late 1980's servicing fighter jets.

We are so very proud of him. He will be a full time member of the NYANG assigned to security once he completes his advanced training, probably late this year. As an MP I think he will be pursuing a career in LE, like his grandpa.

Burning The Flag

New England Patriots Break LIberals Hearts

I am really savoring the liberal angst caused by the Patriots victory last night. As the Giants weren't playing I didn't have a dog in this Superbowl fight, but as Brady and his team came under fire because Trump favored him, well, that's the dog I picked.

What a fantastic comeback. By the end of the third quarter I truly thought that the Pats were toast. How wrong I was.

It's amazing how a football game can wreak havoc on weak liberal minds, so I decided to write a little ditty.

My Apologies To Dusty Springfield

Pissing and moaning and crying and scheming,

Ranting and weeping in a liberal tailspin

Over a last minute Patriots win.

So if you're looking to find hope in your despair

All you gotta do is grow up, forget it, get over it

Because no one really cares!

No one really cares how you feel!

By next week you'll be all healed!

Take your heart off your sleeve, 'cause

You won't change things,

Pissin' and a-moanin'', cryin' and a-schemin'

'Cause pissing and moaning and crying and scheming,

Ranting and weeping didn't make Trump go away!

In the White House is where he will stay!

So if you're looking to find hope in your despair

All you gotta do is grow up, forget it, get over it,

Yeah just do it and after you do

Go get a job!

Ballard Of The Green Mountain Boys

We need this spirit today more than ever.

Ho--all to the borders! Vermonters, come down,
With your britches of deerskin and jackets of brown;
With your red woolen caps and your moccasins come,
To the gathering summons of trumpet and drum.
Come down with your rifle!
Let gray wolf and fox
Howl on in the shadow of primitive rocks;
Let bear feed securely from pig-pen and stall;
Here's two-legged game for your powder and ball.
Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer, then cheer, cheer the green mountaineer!

On the south came the Hessians, our land to police;
And armed for the battle while canting of peace;
On our east came the British, the red coated band
To hang up our leaders and eat up our land.
Ho--all to the rescue! For Satan shall work
No gain for the legions of Hampshire and York!
They claim our possessions--the pitiful knaves--
The tribute we pay shall be prisons and graves!
Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer, then cheer, cheer the green mountaineer!

We owe no allegiance, we bow to no throne,
Our ruler is law and the law is our own;
Our leaders themselves are our own fellow-men,
Who can handle the sword and the scythe and the pen
Hurrah for Vermont! For the land that we till
Must have sons to defend her from valley and hill
Our vow is recorded--our banner unfurled,
In the name of Vermont we defy all the world!
Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer, then cheer, cheer the green mountaineer!

Lyrics by John Greenleaf Whittier
(1779)