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05

Sep. ’21

I Have My Rights

Do I want my freedom and my rights? Yes, I want racial freedom and my rights but that is a small part of what I want. I want what the radicals want. Pacifically, the freedom to not wear a mask. Wait a minute. Is that what I really want? The (I will call them radicals) radicals say it is their right to do whatever they want to do, including to not wear a mask. To make others not get an abortion. Let us look at this a little more and let us pretend I am one of the radicals.

               I have the right to be free to do what I want to do because this is a free country, and the government should not tell me what I can or can not do. Putting it that way, if I do not want to stop at a traffic signal it is my right to continue through it. The government made that rule and if I feel I do not want to abide by it then I will continue through without stopping.

               I have the freedom to drive the streets and highways as fast as I want to drive. They made the vehicles to speed at an enormous rate then it is my right to buggy down the road however fast I want to go. I did not make the law therefore I do not have to abide by it. Get out oof my way.

               If I do not want to wear a mask, then I do not have to. The doctors are quacks, and they cannot control my body nor control my life. So what if it is to protect others. I do not care about others. I am told it will help protect me, but I have a strong body and will not catch whatever the hoax of the day is. Prove to me it is not a hoax.

               I do not want the vaccine. It is my right (freedom) not to take it. It was an emergency experimental drug. So what it is now FDA approved. My ex-president said I can take certain poisons to rid my body of the hoax, to poison whatever ails me. Those doctors are quacks and I know better than they do. I will take certain animal medicines because it helps them and will help me also. Others say not to take animal medicine because it may kill me or, at least, make me very ill. Who are they to say this? They are not doctors. Oops, doctors are quacks. Who should I listen to?

               What I have written is satire about the COVID-19 pandemic and people not taking one of the vaccines. I believe in most of the doctors (there are a few I would not recommend treating my dog). As far as wearing a mask is concerned, I have worn worst, and it is better than wearing all the apparatus that is given when you are in the hospital with the virus. It will then be too late for the vaccine, horse medicine, or saying you are sorry and will do whatever needs to be done.

               Rights are fine, to a point. Many laws were written to protect you as well as others. The great majority of laws were written not to harm people but to help the populace. I have rights but only to a certain point. Not to abide by the laws or FDA approved medications given by a medical school trained doctor, will bring harm to me and others. I am making a plea for people to take one of the vaccines and wear a mask. People are dying (including children) every day because they enforced their right not to wear a mask and did not take one of the vaccines.

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07

Aug. ’21

I Was Lazy

Most of you have noticed my blog have been missing for a couple of months. In this article I will tell you why because a few people missed the every other week blog. I had my right knee replaced plus, during the recuperation, I got lazy. I guess you can say being lazy was in the forefront.

               Both knees have been giving me trouble for quite a few years and I just shrugged it off and kept moving forward. A few years ago, I had my right knee worked on by having pieces of cartilage cleaned out. That lasted for a few years. I then started getting occasional shots in both knees, first cortisone and, after that started to have no effect, second came a serum made from rooster combs (so I was told). That helped for two or three years until it felt as if nothing was in the shot.

               I was going to see my granddaughter’s new apartment and my right knee gave out while I was going up the stone steps and I landed on my knees. Skinned my knees pretty good. I started thinking about having my right knee replaced but was still unsure. Three days later, I was getting on my stationary bike, my right knee gave out and I landed on the floor with my legs entangled in the body of the stationary bike. I decided to have my knee replaced as soon as possible.

               I made an appointment with my orthopedic doctor and scheduled my operation. He wanted to operate on both knees, but I declined. My thinking was to have one partially good leg while I was recuperating. The doctor told me I would have therapy and it would take six to twelve months before I would be one hundred percent, or almost one hundred percent, physically fit. I would also spend at least one day in the hospital and walk with a walker.

               After the operation and a day in the hospital I went home with a walker, my knee and half my leg heavily bandaged, and a bag of pills. I was also assigned a home physical therapist that came to my home three days a week for a month. Billy, the physical therapist, did a great job. I saw the doctor and he agreed I could have more therapy, but I would have to go to a clinic. I was walking with a cane by then and could drive (I missed driving myself around).

               I contacted Virginia Center for Spine & Sports Therapy and signed up for physical therapy. After arriving there I was assigned Ashley and Gabby, two young women that really know what to do. I named them torturer number one and number two. It is all in fun and I tried hard to follow their instructions and do my homework. They have bought me from barely bending my knee to bending my knee without pain, walking without my cane, putting my shoes and socks on without any problems and enjoying the workout with a smile on my face and a joke or two with them. I appreciate them and was lucky to have them assigned to me.

               I am still in therapy, and I am back to writing my blogs. I will not promise I will not get lazy again, but I will try to get this blog written every other week with www.faithingodministries.net in between. If I get lazy again send me a message in the comments, like the blog, follow it, or email me ( www.tega227.com ). In the meantime, I thank Billy, Ashley, and Gabby for getting me back on my feet and back in the mood. I will also try not to be lazy.

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28

Oct. ’16

A Week of Delectation

I am still on cloud nine from all that I have seen, done and went through this week. In a nut shell, I interviewed the last graduating airman from the famed Tuskegee Airmen of Tuskegee, Ala. Myself and Len Rasmusen, with Len driving, went to northern Virginia to meet with (Ret.) Col. Carl Johnson. He was the last to graduate because before his class graduated he had a bout of appendicitis and was hospitalized. When he got out of the hospital, his class had graduated and he was all alone. He was thinking he would be sent home but, instead, he was allowed to finish his training and graduate as the Last Tuskegee Airman.

At 91, he is clear voiced, full of spirit and was eager to talk about his storied career as an Army Officer although he did time in the USAF and the Army National Guard. Through him, I found out about Tuskegee Airmen flying bombers, although it was after WWII. He also flew in Korea and Viet Nam and was posted at the Pentagon, among many other places. Len and I viewed a number of scrapbooks and saw pictures of many people of note, such as Gen. Chappie James as a lieutenant. We were told that he was good friends with Chappie James, because he was his co-pilot, and they remained friends for years.

I have it all recorded so I can refer to it as I write a longer, more precise, work for The MPP (The Mighty Pen Project), the Virginia War Memorial and self-gratification. I love history. Everything about history. I love to dig deeper as I ask the question, why? I don’t mind the research nor do I mind the inevitable self induced trance I fall into.

In the middle of the week Imperial Plaza took us to the new Afro-American Museum, officially entitled, Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture. After lunch in Washington, D.C., we traveled the very short distance to the museum, which was very crowded. A word of caution for anyone that is planning to go there. Go on-line and get tickets first but plan to wait a few months before the tickets will allow entrance. Getting tickets now will allow you entry in April or May although there is a line for people that arrive without a reservation but there is not a guarantee that you will get in that way, even if you wait all day.

There is no way you can view the entire museum in one day so I concentrated on the lower three floors (basement) of the eight floors. I quickly went through most of the displays, not spending too much time on any one thing. I had three hours and almost didn’t make it although three hours seem like a long time but when you are engrossed in the displays, time flies and there is so much.

The thing that bothered me most were not the displays but the kids. Most of the kids were either running through the place, playing with each other or mindlessly texting. The great majority were not interested and, I will make a bet, could not tell you about anything there. What a shame. What a waste.

In that section was a short display on the Tuskegee Airmen and, I noticed, one of the pictures on display was one that I took a photo of from Col. Johnson’s scrapbook. There, on display, is one of the planes that the Tuskegee Airmen flew (The Spirit Of Tuskegee) and a few other pictures. I wish the display had more but you take whatever there is to take. The photos of some of the grotesque hangings done to my people where very haunting to say the least. The display of an actual slave house really show how small they were for the number of people that lived in them, or should I say survived in them. That’s all there was then, survival any way you could.

That was my week and I am overjoyed to have lived it. Col. Johnson and the museum made my entire week and I’m happy for it. Imperial Plaza’s Activity Department get thumbs up for the work in getting tickets, getting us there and getting us back safely. Praises to Kayle, Ron and Jerome.

See you next blog. Don’t forget to check out my other blog, although it will automatically pop up on other sites (twitter, google, etc). The weekend is coming and my wife and I are off again. Our schedule is full and we have a lot of fun and adventures to catch up on. Bye-bye and remember…Be kind to your neighbors and ensure your words are soft and sweet.

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