No REVEILLE it's the weekend...

[Mr. Dick]

....or just another day for me and those of you who are retired, of course, those of you enslaved KNOW it's the weekend.  I changed my FROM line because duhh started getting on my nerves, and was probably on your nerves from day one, sorry, im adjusting.  I did my laundry but the only other Mexican guy (or anybody for that matter) in there, was past prime. It wasn't a total waste, even so, because I found a very funny passage from a book, I bought 2 years ago from the Stony Brook, branch of Border's, called The Best american NONREQUIRED READING 2006.  David Foster Wallace, i think i put something by him on my amazon favorite list, but he's giving a Kenyon(?) Commencement Speech, and offers the following: There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, "Morning, boys, how's the water?"  And the tow young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over
 at the other and goes, "What the hell is water"?  Isn't that a riot?  That made my hole laundry experience. The author, DFW, then says, "the immediate point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, ubiquitous,relities important realities are the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. When Doctrine sent back, I noticed something i mentioned which needs re-stating, the thing about all business is noble or whatever except warmongering, well I need to add banking as a necessary, but highly suspicious and near evil operation and all business of or related to the prison and dentention circumstances is totally outright evil.  When I was stationed at Quantico for a few years I was attached to the Brig for 8 months or so.  Its a totally fucked up procedure having people in small cages and let out only for schedualed reason.  Before Brig I was a dispatcher at the Fire Dept, manned by civilians but incoming calls were handled by jarheads.  Before
 that I was Battalion clerk, which was a long somewhat disastor because Im not by any-means a clerk, as you may have notice...

I had written about twice more but my fucking computer digested in total the remainder so Im just sending this. I am at the point of pitching this shit through the window. I was trying to let go the pit-bull approach. Bye
kevin