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Friday, March 31, 2006

An American Hero ... and Her Fallen Hero Son

I may just post an American Hero story every day. There are so many of them and yet so few - for some reason - make the nightly news.

Here's a wonderful story about a devoted mother whose son was killed in action in Iraq. She honors his memory in a special way, and asks that the USA honor him and his fallen comrades as well:
MARINE CORPS BASE CAMP PENDLETON, Calif. (March 2, 2006) -- Karla Comfort received a lot of looks and even some salutes from people when she drove from Benton, Ark., to Camp Pendleton, Calif., in her newly-painted, custom Hummer H3 March 2. The vehicle is adorned with the likeness of her son, 20-year-old Lance Cpl. John M. Holmason, and nine other Marines with F Company, 2nd Battalion, 7th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division who where all killed by the same improvised explosive device blast in Fallujah, Iraq, in December.

For Comfort, having the vehicle air brushed with the image of the 10 Marines was a way to pay homage to her hero and his fellow comrades who fell on Iraq’s urban battlefield.

“I wanted to let people know (Marines) are doing their jobs honorably, and some of them die,” said the 39-year-old from Portland, Ore. “I don’t want people to forget the sacrifices that my son and the other Marines made.” (
Read the whole story. And check out the beautiful tribute.

The More Things Change, The More ...

Kilo brings us a funny story about the AFL-CIO crossing a picket line. (here)

As a former probationary pipefitters apprentice and faux member of Plumbers and Steamfitters local 157 (I got a 3-month job digging ditches one summer on an oil pipeline project in my undergraduate years through the local trade union but was never issued a union card ...somehow), I feel I have earned the right to comment:

The story is a reflection of the elitism that I remember existed long ago. Some things never change.

I'm Getting Really Confused

A handful of tottering old people on the Massachusetts Supreme Court decided that, after the state constitution meant one thing for over 200 years, it really meant something else - all along. Homosexuals suddenly had a right to marry each other. The intent of the esteemed jurists was to make the citizenry "inclusive" - whether the citizenry wanted to be or not.

Well, not all that inclusive as it so happens. The state constitution's meaning has changed again.

It now turns out that the commonwealth of Massachusetts will only be inclusive if the gay people who seek protection under this new reading of the constitution are citizens of the state. Visitors, foreigners, and passers-through are still considered degenerates apparently.

At least for today.

The latest from la la land:

Non-state gays cannot 'marry'
By Cheryl Wetzstein, The Washington Times

The Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court yesterday upheld a 1913 state law that blocks out-of-state homosexual couples from legally "marrying" there.

"[T]he laws of this Commonwealth have not endowed nonresidents with an unfettered right to marry," Justice Francis X. Spina wrote for the 6-1 majority. (
Only resident homosexuals are protected by the constitution.

Only in Massachusetts...

Oh What a Feeling ...

All you folks out there who travel a lot and spend your lives in hotels can relate to this. The rest of you will have to use your imagination.

You know how, when you check into a room, the hotel often provides you with all those little one ounce bottles of shampoo and conditioner and mouthwash and lotion and the like? (I'll not get into the ones that give you ear plugs, body spray, and a blindfold; what goes on in those rooms? I'm expecting handcuffs to be included soon).

Anyway, do you have as much trouble as I do reading the labeling on those little tiny bottles? In Microsoft Word terms, the font size is less than 1. It's about 0.3.

So I'm in the shower yesterday morning trying to squeeze the shampoo out of the tiny bottle - not having much luck - but, after a herculean effort, finally succeeding. I then proceeded to smear the goo in my hair and realized this glob of stuff was not shampoo.

After trying to wash the hand lotion from my eyes, I squinted at the bottle and, after trying to focus for what seemed like forever, realized that I had mistaken a bottle of the aforementioned for shampoo - because no human being alive today could read the microscopic print on that tiny bottle without a magnifying glass - an item I don't routinely carry with me in my travels but may have to in the future if my favorite hotel doesn't stop shrinking the lettering on the shampoo bottle (and hand lotion bottle).

Is there such a thing as shower rage?

The worse part of this story is that I carry my own brand of shampoo with me. I just like the free stuff. Lesson learned.

To make a long story short, I went through the entire day feeling like Cameran Diaz' character in "There's Something About Mary." If you catch my drift.

What a day.


Sorry I'm late getting here. Had to do a computer overhaul that's taken me hours.