There's always two sides...?


 

Tues 13 May 2025 11:30

We have a group of a half dozen or so combat veterans who meet weekly to go over how we’re managing (or not) our PTSD. It’s a fine bunch of people. The subject came up of a veteran, retired, who changed gender and has lost his benefits only because he is trans. It was shared that the info was legit.

One of us (no disrespect intended) said, “Well...there’s always two sides…”

Well, no, unless you’re in court and trying to prove your case point. The truth is the truth, no subject to interpretation. My buddy’s statement is what we call an “apologist,” or taking a position attempting to make an unpleasant fact tolerable, by offering an alternate argument.

I’ve shared for a couple of years now, with persons I’m close to, my precognitive feeling of not having much time left, with no discernment of how, just when, or whatever. I’ve also written previously about one or two of the life experiences that validated such a feeling at those points in time...in other words, I know from hard experience that I should pay attention to the feeling.

My real friends (yup, I do actually have a few…) understand, and, even if they’re not totally on board with precognition and/or that sort of thing, they respect the feeling and still treat me normally (that is, of course, a subjective and relative term).

The past couple of weeks in particular have caused that feeling to become nearly debilitating. If you’ve read my work prior to this, I think you get my point.

I’m trans (since 1981). I’m on 70% disability with VA (was 80, although all my treatment team says I should be 100...another episode), and together with the Social Security, I have at least a decent life in a subsidized elderly housing complex.

I’m also incurably ramrod when it comes to human rights, the definition and responsibility of journalism, and rejecting the very premise of the “apologist.”

However, I can’t keep shoving my nuckinfutz ruminations regarding our situation today, not last year, and not in November...just now. That’s because it’s my solid conviction that there’s far more in back of what’s being done via the POTUS than what is even intimated...although solid evidence is there.

What I’m saying is that, for all practical purposes, this state of affairs should be seen and labeled as what it is...a rise of a Fourth Reich as a blazingly fast, confusion saturated setup of a fascist “government.”

None of those things should be seen as anything but a carbon copy (remember those?) of the Nazi means of gaining control just after 1933.

No one seems to remember that Hitler was elected, and it wasn’t rigged.

I’ve always lived with a bit of a target on my back, for any of a handful of reasons having to do with my choice of work, or for speaking truth to power (to use an overused phrase). To continue my writing will raise my vulnerability. To not continue would be to contradict my Creator-given assets out of fear...and I feel that it would violate the oath I took for the clergy.

I think that y’all that actually know me also know I don’t work out of fear.

If I’ve only got a year or two, which has been proposed because ME hasn’t been studied sufficiently to “guess” better, then I’d prefer those years to be spent in trying to make the highest and best use of what Creator gave me.

Ah, there’s the door...more later.

-30-


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