Welcome to the Rabbit Hole: "Official" Versus "Actual"

I offer a compendium of topics, related only by their surreal qualities. Either that, or that 3 hours of gardening today pumped out so much serotonin that I cannot be held responsible for what The Mind On Serotonin does.

In New York it's 4:37 PM, a soft and sunny 75; it's 1:57 AM in Kandahar, Afghanistan, 70 F, and I just finished reading the newswire about Marjah, where American forces have seized 16 tons of opiates, 45 tons of explosive making material and a large supply of heroin refining product. Not far from there, in the Desert of Death, so named by locals for its less than hospitable conditions, the USMC is building a 443 acre Camp Leatherneck, started in January, which will house the largest combat zone parking field [that's for air craft, not cars] in the world, so it looks like we're there to stay awhile.

Sadly, John Brown, Jr., one of the original 29 Navajo Code Talkers who developed a communication code the Japanese were unable to break passed from this world yesterday at the age of 88. Their contribution to our success in WWII was monumental and was not declassified until 1968. The 29 received the Congressional Gold Medal in 2001. As we near Memorial Day, it is ever more important to remember that although the "official" day of remembrance was changed so that it could always be on a Monday, thereby affording Americans another annual three day weekend, the actual Memorial Day falls on May 30.

On other fronts, California is still broke, Nancy Pelosi is still a liar, and Joe Biden is still as senseless as a goat. In New York four people were arrested today on charges of plotting to shoot military aircraft at Stewart Airfield with Stingers, blow up two Synagoges in the Bronx, and generally create havoc and terrorism wherever they could find it. It is said that three of them converted to Islam while serving time in American jails...and the BOzo in the White House wants to bring Gitmo guys here??

A friend who spent time in a locked mental ward recently told me he had been watching a Lakers game on the TV there when the cameras showed some footage of Jack Nicholson, an avid fan, in the stands. He couldn't help being reminded of watching Nicholson years ago in a theater in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" wherein Jack unwittingly becomes trapped in a locked mental ward. Yes indeed, welcome to the Rabbit Hole, where life imitates art, the insane seems sane and the surreal unfolds, all day, every day.
bwssnino;)