The Marine Corp Birthday holiday is celebrated today by marines everywhere. Fo 242-years, this fighting force has fought for the values and ideas of the U.S. constitution.
If you are a marine, November 10th is your government-reassigned birthday.
As a U.S. marine you sign-away your birthday to ‘Merca. However, giving up your actual birthday is a small sacrifice because you also now you get to celebrate Veteran’s Eve the same day as your birthday.
What is Veteran’s Eve?
It’s the night before Veterans head to Veteran Day events. It is a night of random crossings with other Veterans.
It is a night where you find yourself drinking beer with a group of concerned US-citizens that took a soldier-pledge to fight terrorism foreign and domestic.
A group of people that took a pledge to end war.
I toast this group:
“Happy Veteran’s Eve and a Hoo-rah Birthday to You too!”
My enviro-prayers were answered this week as Pope Francis released an encyclical about tending the garden called sister earth.
What’s strange to me is the timing of this environmental consideration of the Vatican.
This past week I had been ranting…I mean “praying”…that current culture doesn’t have a technology-ethic to match its developments in the last 100-years.
We are weak on understanding this global new world. We cause our own demise and ruin.
I pray quite a bit as this reality is hard to digest. Usually I’m smoking a cigarette; I feel tobacco is the least of our worries.
At Luverne’s Hotdog Night, during the 150th Birthday Party, I rant to my cousin how we aren’t totally fucked if we could just figure out where we all stand with the environment and some how create an ethic that creates heaven on earth.
A few days later, the Vatican releases a Catholic enviro-ethic.
Check it out. Modern-living needs to make some adjustments on living-good.
I need to move out of the parents house to give us all our freedom back.
There happens to be an underlying universal law that some how dictates your mother must watch over your affairs and help you out.
Which is unnecessary in an adult’s life.
If anything, the kids do the pampering at this stage.
Because of this universal law found in parent/child relationships, even though my mother was told “not to wash my clothes” she still feels an obligation to help her child out.
Unfortunately, the “helping” has its drawbacks that universal law-makers should be aware about.
“This is yours,” said mom. She pushes a small plastic bag full of unidentifiable garbage in it.
“I don’t know how I missed it going into the laundry,” she says.
“Is it important?”
I try to make sense of the freshly washed paperwork.
“Yep,” I say, “I was looking for those blue prints to my new place, so I could put down flooring.”
This is not a big deal in terms of destroyed papers, but it was something that could have been completely avoided had the universal laws of mothering not kicked-in.
Considering my mother, she probably fretted and worried unnecessarily for a couple of days.
I like being close to my folks, but being too close has its downsides.
Editor note: Overall, mom, if you ever hear about this website, I DO appreciate the behind the scenes work in effort to help your kid thrive. I’ve been super busy with work and businesss, so you helped keep me rolling clean.