In a nutshell... simply wearing a uniform does not make you a hero. Truth be told, not one in ten thousand soldiers have ever done anything close to heroic and while cops and firefighters sometimes do do something heroic mostly, it's a fat government job with benefits the great majority of us only wish we had. There was a time in this town where you had to be born into the job of a firefighter to even have a chance at it and you had damned sure better not be black. In my town, there are still several serious job-discrimination lawsuits against the firefighters and every city in America is sinking under the weight of their outrageous pensions. Retire at 3/4 pay after 20 years with full medical benefits? Bull shit.
Of course, I try to tell myself that I shouldn't be angry at them, that I should be angry that the rest of us don't have those same benefits after a lifetime of productive work, something that could actually be possible if it weren't for the despicable thieves that inhabit Wall Street and Washington.
But this year was different. I popped out of bed about 4:30 AM, full of piss and vinegar and decided on a whim to take a ride up north to visit one of my favorite haunts, one that I hadn't seen in a while, the Okefenokee Swamp.
|I was thrilled to find the Pitchers blooming. It's the first time I have ever seen them in bloom and, as you can see, the flower is lovely.|
All-in-all, a pretty good Memorial Day spent in a place that isn't yet totally screwed-up by mankind. At the rate we're going, we will soon have a Memorial Day for Mother Earth herself and soon thereafter, if there's anyone left, a Memorial Day for whats left of the rest of us.