1971 I was one year home from Nam.

In 1971 I was 14 turning 15 (birthday is in the summer) and getting interested in boys, and getting very angry hearing every night how many American "boys" were killed and wounded over there.  It was around that time I read The Gulag Archipelago and decided I hated communism, but even though we were supposedly "fighting communism" it still did not make sense to me why our boys were fighting over there because that was the other side of the planet. That's where my head was in 1971. A confused teenage girl.

Why don't those who are fighting hardest for a new communist / socialist America realize that they will be the first ones up against the wall when it happens?

Because they don’t know history.

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I was born the same year as Bill Maher.

I have been hearing that same song for decades now.

But this time I believe it is true.

Yes, this time it’s different, very.

Welcome back Stan.
I think.  It sounds like things have you as depressed as I am about the current situation.

Yes, good to hear from you Stan.

For me, I try not to be depressed, but I am… okay I’ll come out and say it:  Frightened.

As a lifelong hay fever sufferer, it would drive me insane.

Me too. I also have a violent allergy to most jewelry, because they alloy it with nickel. A nose ring would give me a horrible itchy oozing rash. Gross!!

I interrupt this thread for some meaningless wokeness.  We went to my grandson's soccer game last night, state playoffs quarter final, and noticed a banner at the entrance to the school that appeared to announce the school play. My wife could make out the first two words but not th third word.  She told me it said 12 Angry "something".  Well, of course it seems Men would ne appropriate as we are, likely, all familiar with that tile. My youngest son, father of this grandson actually had the lead in that play at a local theater group.  Too many letter though. when the light turned and we drove past, it became clear to me that last word was "Jurists", 12 Angry Jurists, brought to you by 21st century wokism.

That kind of thing sends me into a rage.