"I'm done talking..."

 I've been following Malcolm Nance on FB and Twitter lately, having found his observations and analyses of our global and national situations to be clear, accurate, and based on both education and experience. I first saw him on MSNBC, and decided to follow his writings. 

It was at the start of the Ukrainian war that he posted, quite clearly, "I'm done talking..." as he set off for the Ukrainian Foreign Legion (he's a retired military intelligence officer and veteran). His verbage is sharp, clear, civil, and true. So, he essentially put away his keyboard and mic in deference to an M16 and Parabellum.

I felt his feeling, actually. I've been trying as I can to advance our collective consciousness toward peaceful social progress. I think, though, that my age and energy level can get more excited about writing than deployment (although I'm a leader type in Team Rubicon, I'm too old and too many disabilities to physically deploy on disaster response missions). My keyboard and camera are now my arsenal. 

I won't spend a lot of electrons (and your time) elucidating here. You'll find out a bunch more as I/we progress in this experiment.

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