At the top of Siachin glacier, sitting outside their igloos, Indian army officers and soldiers measured the depths of their patriotism with sacks of frozen enemy corpses. The sun didn’t foster life there, gasoline did. They lived in a world where the only recourse was vengeance, fueled by an insatiable lust for blood.

Major Jaswant despised these games and had his sights set on retirement. He had dozens of subordinates, but he preferred the company of Lt.Sharma and Lt.Arun. They made him feel young.

From their position atop the glacier, Jaswant and his two comrades watched a contingent of Pakistani soldiers. The sun brightened the ice while the Indian soldiers relaxed as minutes of ceasefire stretched into hours.

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If you are expecting a cute article about how wonderful dogs are and how we couldn’t live without their companionship and lovability you should move on to the next article.

I have no use for the fur bags that live around us. Since I live in the land of dogs and I assume it is in style to at least own a couple of dogs I, on the other hand, would rather chew off my right arm and especially dislike their existence.

The basis of my disdain for this specific life form covers many areas. First of all there favorite activity is to bark. They bark all the time whether it is to simply clear their heads or scare the hell out of anyone who dares walk by.

The people passing usually don’t mind because they are usually walking their own four-legged freak. The stereo sound of dogs drill through my head like a jackhammer does to our urban neighbors. Continue Reading →

Our nation is obviously split apart into two political camps. We’ve been suffering through this reality for too many years. On the left are people fighting for a large government that will take care of its people. On the right are people fighting for a smaller government whose primary task is “America First”. This is obviously simplistic but it is the basis of everything that is wrong with our nation.

I’ve been accused of being a wild – eyed liberal leftist whose primary ideas are based around far left progressive concepts that will bankrupt all of America and push it into a zombie like economy in which no one can advance. I always thought I was a left of middle conservative whose beliefs are based on Constitutional Law and fiscal responsibility.

I believe Donald Trump placed anyone who did not entirely follow his ideas into a group he calls wild – eyed liberal leftists. After he won the election he spoke to the nation stating he wanted to unify a divided country. After viewing his rally from Pennsylvania I assume he gave up on this concept. Continue Reading →

Tthere are good days and then, of course, there are Bad Days. Now I am not overly prone to bad days but I do feel personally that my bad days are the worst. So, before you say anything, let me tell you how bad my bad days are. (Loosens his collar Rodney-Dangerfield style).

I can tell you I get no respect around here! So listen up and you will be able to go about your wonderful life miserably happy. It all started with the alarm clock; which is to say, was flashing 12 o’clock when I woke up. You know what that means, your already one minute late for work because someone at The Electric Company fell asleep at the controls, and sent power surges thru your electric lines.

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1984, was a good year for me,or at least those parts I can still remember. I was a healthy 34 years old and working my way up the American Dream by owning multiple businesses with my wife and watching my beautiful daughter grow ever more beautiful.

Ronald Reagan was our president and, even though I was not a big fan, I had faith in the man who was Governor of California and had an overwhelmingly positive charisma that gave people a positive view on the future of their nation and family.

One thing I never thought I would do, or have the capacity to do, was go back to a date I had already survived. It is so much different now. I never had a problem with my skin but with today’s political realities I look at an image of my face filled with blemishes.

Gone is the excited light in my eyes filled with hope and pride. Most would say this is caused by age. I believe it is caused by the “1984” philosophy of Donald J. Trump. Many of my friends have replaced an excitement for the future with a despair that we will never be able to come back to where we used to be. Continue Reading →

Wwith our new administration, it is obvious our schools are going to change. I don’t believe it will be a change for the better but rather changes back to our past.

I’m not saying this is a good or bad thing because as elders of our society we didn’t turn out weak or poor. Can our new standards produce the same results?

As a retired schoolteacher and now substitute teacher I approach the school year with hope and enthusiasm. Yet a new teacher, even a substitute, can be a traumatic thing.

Just last week I noticed a particular young man, sitting in the front row, who looked absolutely terrified. A small, clean cut young fellow in a crisp white shirt and neatly pressed black pants, I guessed he was the apple of his mother’s eye.

Hoping to put him at his ease I asked him if there was any particular problem that was bothering him on his first day in my class.

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Oh countryside! So changed are thee,
where once we walked forever free.
Long motorways stretch out their greedy hands
to gather more of our fair lands.
From noisy airports thunder planes at pace
to choke the air from human race.

Give back to me the trickling brook and bank,
where many a carefree foot we sank.
A picnic tea, such utter bliss!,
with sun and peacefulness exist.

Take back no more of our fair land!
Please keep a place apart,
for some to find the peace of mind
that comes just from the heart.

England by Wendy R. Chapman.

Contact her at: thetalewagger@hotmail.com

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Oour winter has finally come to an end. Most of my neighbors are now tired of the snows and cold wind of our winter nights. The headaches of the next morning are starting to wear on us all and a yearning for old routines are getting more intense as the days passed into the spring.

Walking through the crowds of my neighborhood I saw many of my friends and family wearing flags and ribbons on their lapels and in their hair. The conversations were filled with concerns about what the future has in store for us all. Everyone is a bit concerned with their family’s financial as well as personal security. I guess this is a sign of our times.

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Wwe have the same enemies this year. They are in the same part of the world and are conspiring to do the same things. We tried to blow them up again this year and, of course, failed. I remember, not so long ago when the saying was, “when you blow up a rice paddy all you have left is a rice paddy”. I guess the same goes for a desert.

We have a new president this year. He started off in trouble because he can’t figure out where his ego ends and his mind begins. There are now new people trying to get rid of him. They just have a better excuse this year.

We have the same economy this year. We lead the world in spending to the point many economists state that the world’s economy was saved because of the American need to have more. Of course this also means many of the people of the World are still struggling to survive. Some say that trying to change this reality is like throwing a gate to the wind.

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Ggarry took the new monkey-face gloves he had had for his birthday and put them on. Garry ran downstairs. A bunch of balloons bobbed invitingly in the hall. Yesterday all his friends had come to tea.

One of them had given him the two monkey gloves as a present. The monkeys pulled the string down and chased the balloons in all directions.

“What about picking them up and tidying after the party” called his mum.

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