Answering the call.

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Short attention spans play right in to the gubberment's plans. By some of the responses to SM's posts, it appears to be working.

Rock on, SM, rock on. Some of us comprehend. ;)
 
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As a dog lover (animal lover) I can appreciate much of what SM says and feels.

His descriptions are in full color in my mind.. lol

I've always had a reading problem, in that, when it comes to reading, I have a short attention span, it's just me..

Less is more in my world, yet, I appreciate his style of writing, breaking it up, with spaced out blocks of reading, nice on the eyes vs Dictionary book writing.

Writing, no doubt, with an old soul, yet, I've seen old souls in young people. It's just a touch of class, sharing, giving credit where credit is due, learning thru self experiences good and bad, from others, and passing (sharing, not preaching) "the_knowledge" of our mentors, young and old, on..

Like a dog, never too old to learn.. (but my day will come.. lol)

Bottom line: ~ Food for thought ~ is like a satisfying meal and the desert, the end of a book, page, statement, is the best part of the meal.

How one "digest the meal", after, is the key to any growth.. :)

Keep it up SM, et. al.



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Having lived for a short time only in the US of A, at 72 years of age, my experiences are obviously from other parts of the globe, from SMs first post, comes a thread of reality that I know of first hand.

The reality is, most folks are not aware of some models of criminals, and not being disrespectful, instead stating fact, some of these "professional criminals" will never be a concern for you.

Simple, you do not have what they want, as their time is money, and there is not enough return in investment going after what you have.
You have seen them, been around them, even stood in line with them , or sat next to them in a restaurant.


The Blue Angel on Seal Street, Liverpool UK, was (Probably still is) a Night Club, and do not think of the "Hollywood" image, this was not so big.

You had to be a member, or accompanied by a member to gain access, I worked on the door, two of us did. Part time, full time day job.

We had members, very well dressed, very, very dangerous individuals, in some cases members of Liverpool Crime family's, no threat to us, they were out enjoying them selves. A few were into burglary, hi end, "no goods" were in a closet in a bedroom, according to the Detectives who also frequented the club, some Mansion in Manchester (35 miles away) might loose a couple of paintings, that would be fenced on the way out of Manchester, Range Rover (Stolen) left burning in a field destroyed the evidence.

We did not stand and chat to either culture, a nod was the only communication we would practice, most of the time, safer that way.
 
What I like about SM's style of writing, he reminds me of Grampa from John Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath, starts telling a story from the middle as if you already know the introductory statement, and as he goes along one starts to get a glimmer of what the heck he is trying to say in his dawg legging style. It's like a riddle sometimes. There also sounds like a lot of pent of frustration there. I spent two decades in uniform and have had my share of fun and frustration, but dang it SM, give a warning shot first, clear your cyber throat (ahuhuhummmm!) so we know to shut up and listen instead of being thrown for a loop. I always know that something set you off, maybe you could share what the preamble is once in a while.

Signed;
A fellow wannabe writer and a guy with warped, calloused hands and worsening eyesight.
 
Thanks SM, I understand better where you were comming from

When you responded to my post about coming home and finding my door open, I took you to be another let the cops do their job. As a person who is no longer 2 of your aforementioned categories, military medic (laugh, when infantry runs out, they know they Might be shot, a Medic runs out to where the infantry HAS been shot) I instantly went into attack mode, and yes looking back that might have gotten me killed.

Wisdom is gained from understanding, and the school of hard knocks is the best teacher, if you survive.
 
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Wisdom is gained from understanding, and the school of hard knocks is the best teacher, if you survive.

The man who invented the Bouncing Bomb, that blew the dam, the dam that drowned the factories in the Ruhr (Spelling?) Valley in the second world war, shut down most of the steel factories.

His name was Barnes-Wallace, who was criticized by the bomb designers from the first World War, what could he know, he only just started in this field.

His Reply " Experience is measured in intensity, not in duration"
 
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