Sunday, October 28, 2012

Murdock: The real Mitt Romney’s good deeds

MetroWest Daily News – ‎8 hours ago‎

Why is Mitt Romney rising? Americans who watched the GOP nominee debate President Barack Obama never met the cold, greedy, sexist, racist, carcinogenic tax cheat Team Obama promised would appear.

A rather nice, and casual article of Romney’s good side. And a bit more.

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Kansas Democrats are still chewing air over “mis-leading unemployment letters. Speaking for myself, I’m not at all sure democrats are to be trusted with numbers – especially unemployment numbers.

Oh, and ballot counting.

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Noted: The un-answered three AM phone call.

Don’t believe either Hillary (for all her speechifing) nor dra-mama (for all his “Yes, I can’s). They both came by ball-less behavior naturally.

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Speaking of death and dignity (I’ve read myself out again. On all that stuff and then the TV continuously harping on the subjects) I started looking at the War Memorial photos. Not having much interest in such Memorials – not through much of anything, really – but because memorials are seldom memories for the next generations.

Yes, I know. They are meant to be for the generations. What happens without the descriptions in bronze and brass at the base? They become sculptures, without the memories. An example? Sure.

The cannon in a small town square.

Is it for which war? To whom? A war? A battle? A generic accumulation of generations bearing arms?

Each war is the province of that generation, and their children. There’s always war. Some small; some large. All sliding to the mists of time, the current war present or imminent, a future war planned.

The whole deal is strife makes the survivors tougher, whether smarter is debatable, I suppose. But war is necessary. If not war, strife.

It’s about the only thing that pushes the average person to plumb the depths of his soul.

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Because of the indwelling of thought today, I was going to find a picture of a small town war memorial. I found oddles of memorials. Most seemed unsuitable. They were lists of names from Viet Nam. Strange that.

There were many that had achieved, mostly from Europe, the Sculpture effect. You view them as art, not memorials.  I found one piece in the search that seems appropriate for my thoughts of war and memorials and small towns.

It had nothing to do with anything, and quite a bit. It seems it came from a small town museum.

PS II 147-e1290193620909 travekdutger dit cin (snall town museum) *

Such is war. Such is memory.

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From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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