Feeling betrayed? There's maybe a club you can join...


 

This is just a quickie (hmm...never did quite “get” that...LOL) so that (1) the handful of folks who actually read this stuff will know that I’m still around, but also continually battling the ME; and (2) I can practice a bit keyboarding, uploading to the blog, then spinning off the post to FB, X, BluSky, and Substack. I have not followed Instagram in the past. I don’t plan to now, really...but I also know that some of the folks whom I care about do use it. They’ll just have to read the blog (or whatever…).

That’s it for now. I’m working on the first of the planned essays that I will post (Universe willing) on Sunday coming. I’m taking a rather singular focus with this series, as events and prognoses for the future require it. I attended a VA-sponsored focus group the past ten weeks or so, which centered on a succession of GLBT-related issues relating to mental health, quality of life, and the military. I met a young person in that group whose words, and heart, sparked...no, reignited...my five-decade passion for helping in general, and advocating for gay folk and, in particular, veterans. A former Marine, this person grieved for the loss of their dream of a military career. They felt betrayed.

I cried after that session. That’s actually never happened before.

I’m pretty sure, though, that it may/will happen again, given our collective lot.

Yes. I know that feeling. Betrayed by the very entity that comes between you and your sworn oath of defense of the Constitution. Perhaps more than once.

I would have preferred at my age to be writing somewhat inspirational essays on really important stuff like the surface tension of water in zero gravity, or...well, y’all get the idea, I reckon.

See ya Sunday.

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