Tuesday, 24 June 2014

This Is the Face of Ahlzeimers

Jesus wept.

When I arrived at my parents to cook dinner this evening my mother told me that my middle daughter Amy had called and that I was to be at her house at 3:00 p.m. tomorrow to take pictures of my granddaughter Hailey. Hailey is escorting some young lad to the graduation ball and I am to photograph them in their finest.
During dinner mother told me I would need to hurry to get to Amy's on time to take the pictures. I reminded her that she had said it was tomorrow at 3:00.

With a huff in her voice mother said she had told me no such thing. I was to be there this evening. Father interjected that she had told him 3:00 tomorrow also. This made mother angrier. She had not said that she insisted. I was to be there tonight.

I knew better. Grad is always on Friday. The ball on Saturday.

I called daughter Amy to confirm 3:00 tomorrow. Amy said no, I was to be there at 1:30. Nothing had been said about 3:00. By 3:00 Hailey would be gone. She had told her grandmother to come down at 1:30 and to make sure I knew to come then to take photos.

All this upset mother more. Why had Amy told her I was to come tonight when it was tomorrow?

A few minutes later she asked me who would be doing Hailey's hair. I told I assumed it would be Amy. Why would Amy be doing it, I was asked. Because she is Hailey's mother. But why not get it done professionally.
I didn't know how to answer but stumbled through the reminder that Amy had been a hairdresser for years. Mom, mad again. replied with a "Whatever!"

As I walked out the door I could hear mother saying to Dad, "He had better hurry if he is going to get there in time to take pictures." Dad told her again that it was tomorrow.

Jesus wept.

This is the face of Alzheimers.

Friday, 20 June 2014

Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis

C. S. (Clive Staples) Lewis was one of the 19th century's most towering intellects. A professor at both Oxford and Cambridge Universities Lewis is probably best known, these days, as the author of The Chronicles of Narnia although he was a prolific writer who left a great body of work.

While The Chronicles of Narnia borrows from Greek and Roman themes and mythology it is primarily a telling, or a retelling, of the Bible story of redemption with Aslan, the Lion, as Jesus Christ. It never ceases to amaze me how that goes sailing over the heads of so many readers today.

While raised in the Anglican Communion Lewis spent most of his life as an atheist and only slowly embraced Christianity through the influence of his friend J. R. R. Tolkien and through reading the works of G. K. Chesterton.

Lewis said of his conversion to Christianity that he was brought into the fold "kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance to escape." In his biography, Surprised by Joy, Lewis describes his conversion thus. "You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England."

Lewis arrived at Christianity as a result of an examination of the facts, not as the result of some emotional upheaval. I am sure he would be quite dismayed at the intellectual paucity of the new atheists. More so of the atheistic dismissal of the general public.

Having served in WWI Lewis tried to re-enter the military during WWII but his offer was rejected. Lewis had been badly injured in WWI and was, at the outbreak of the new war, 41.



From 1941 to 1943 Lewis often spoke on BBC radio doing a series of addresses on religion. After the war theses addresses were anthologized into the book Mere Christianity which, all these years later, is still a work of towering genius and the finest Christian apologetic ever produced.

Mere Christianity is one of those books I revisit from year to year and am always surprised anew at the depth of Lewis' intellect.

Mere Christianity is a book I wish everyone would read if for no other reason that to understand how faith is informed by facts which is not how it is seen today by those who really do not seem to think.

For those without the time to read this I have posted an MP3 series of the book being read aloud that is in the public domain. It is quite good and easy to listen to. I hope you enjoy it.



Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Father's Day Lobster Fest 2014


Father's day was the annual family back yard lobster fest. It was a little smaller this year. My brother's wife was working and  one of their sons lives in southern B.C. My sisters husband was away on business and both of their sons now live out of province. My youngest daughter couldn't come and my oldest had just gotten back from a rush trip to the coast to take Acea to doctors and she was too tired to come and bring her spawn. So it was a smaller group.

And, sadly, this is probably the last one of these we will have. At least here. My mother is failing quickly and I have little hope she will be here next year. If she is gone or incapacitated Dad will not want one here without her. We might get something going at my brother's or sister's or maybe Tess or I could pick it up but they will never be the same again. This was the end of a long tradition.

But I am grateful we have had them all these 40 + years and I am grateful for this one even if it was smaller.

There are not many pictures of the chowing down. It is too dangerous to shoot photos then. You never take your eyes off your butter bowl or else someone might steal  your lobster.


 Silas tried to gross everyone out with a worm.


Tess was tired and not feeling well but she did her job and ate that lobster.

 Abbie dog came. She didn't eat lobster but she did eat spilled shrimp.


My brother signing his IQ. 

 Mom.


Nephew Seth.

Niece Lindsey.


Granddaughter Hailey.

 Son in law John.

The crowd. Well, the small group.


 Granddaughter Sabrina.


Daughter Amy.

 The Stars of the Show.

 Dad.

Dad and Silas


 Mom and sister Margaret.

Kyle and Lindsey


 Hailey.

 Hailey.



 Silas X 3.

 Hailey.



 For the meat eaters.

 Sabrina.

 Mom knocking one back.

 Let's eat!

Never take your eye off your butter bowl.

You should see the looks on people's faces when these two blond girls call an obviously Asian Tess "Grandma,".

Monday, 16 June 2014

Hoodoos (Photos)

Tess and I took a ride up the hill to Pinnacle Provincial Park to take in the sights and view the hoodoos this afternoon. Because of vandalism you can no longer drive in. You have to walk the kilometer in from the highway.


There have also been two murders here. Not being able to drive in slows down the throwing of bodies off the top into the canyon.


I didn't tell Tess about the murders. I didn't want to give her any ideas.


Tis better to be a happy couple taking selfies.

 
 Overlooking the city even though you cannot see it.


This is Baker Creek way down below. This is hundreds of feet down. I am using extreme telephoto here.



You can see the city a little better here in the middle.


As you can see. We live in the middle of nothing but miles and miles of miles and miles.


Extreme telephoto again. You have seen pictures of this bridge that I have taken close up.



A wild rose. Nearly as pretty as Tess. Yes, she is watching me write this now.

Baker Creeks way down there.



 Hoodoos.


Indian Paintbrush.




Friday, 13 June 2014

Sorry Assed Bloggers



Some of these Blogster bloggers are the sorriest assed people I have ever seen in my life. Seriously. You need to give your head a shake. Do you invite everyone that shows up at your door and knocks into your living room? I didn't think so.

It seems to be a matter of great consternation among some of the double digit IQ crowd here that I manage my blog the way I want to. Can you imagine my audacity? How dare I do that?

My first day here after having come from Multiply I announced my own rules. I stated that I was not here for heated argument or debate. Yet people kept bringing heated argument and debate to my page regardless of my wishes. So, I started blocking people who did that. Then I was an asshole because I blocked people. Clearly I didn't believe in free speech.

No, sorry, asshats, that is not a free speech issue. You all have free speech. You can speak on your own blogs. Not allowing people to argue and debate on my page is not a free speech issue, it is a freedom of the press issue. I have the right to publish what I want. What I want does not include argument and debate.

I know it will come as a shock to some of you with the IQ of a turnip but I am not writing my blogs for you. Gasp. I know, eh? How shocking!

I write for my family and I write for my real life friends who are here and I write for cyber friends whom I have known, in some cases, for years. I accept few friends requests. Why? Because most of them come from people who are new here, whom I do not know from Adam, or Eve for that matter, and who are usually merely a sock puppet for someone who was blocked for arguing or debating on my page.

I am having difficulty sorting out why this is so difficult for you moronic dipshits to understand.

There is one friend's request I turned down and whom I eventually blocked because I could not determine if they were real or a sock puppet who is now suggesting that people block me.

Hey, you retarded half wit, block me. I already blocked you. And if you mount a crusade to block me do you really think I care? I already set my page to comments from friends only to stop feeble minds like yours from commenting. And people who are my family and my friends are not going to block me and it is them I write for. Doh.

It is a stunning thing, I think. Some people cannot stand not being able to run their gobs whenever and wherever they want. Sorry. Not on my page.

Well, you say I don't want other opinions. No, I probably just don't want your opinion. Not when you rant and rave and argue and are determined to fight and fuss with people on my page. Are you so brain dead you cannot understand that?

Nor am I here to collect friends. But ...

In the skin world, the real world, I do not hang around people I don't like. I know. That is a shocker too. I don't hang around hateful or argumentative people. I am not close friends with people who have widely divergent opinions from mine. I know, I know. That is simply shocking.

Seriously, why would I accept a friends request from someone I do not know who has posted only a handful of blogs?

So, if I block ill-mannered people I am a jerk. If I limit comments to friends only, I am a jerk.

I guess next week I become a real jerk because then this blog goes entirely friends only.

I know, I know. That is still a problem for Quakersloan who finds it a pain in the ass to click here and find she is blocked. Try taking a memory course, dip shit, and remember you are blocked and you'll stop trying.

It is a nice day out or at least here it is. I went for coffee with my friend of over 40 years this morning, Scott. I am going to cook dinner early so I only have to reheat it later for my parents. I am going to do some chores for my elderly parents. I will spend time with my grandson who is staying with me this weekend. I will get in a 10 kilometer walk. I will go have coffee with she who must be obeyed on her break. I will suck a beer in the afternoon and sit in the backyard swing and read.

Some of you need to get the fuck off your computers and get a life. Being online is not life and getting bent out of shape because you cannot comment on my blogs, the blogs of someone you do not know and will never see, is absolute insanity of the highest order.

Please. Get a fucking life.

You Ignorant Putz

You ignorant putz.
Well, using the word ignorant in that sentence is nearly redundant. Someone who is a putz is inherently ignorant.
Putz is my favorite Yiddish word. Most people think it simply means dink. You are calling someone a dink or a penis when you call them a putz and while penis is a direct translation in reality the Yiddish is much richer than that.
When you call someone a putz in Yiddish you are calling them a self made fool.
That tickles me. You cannot get more descriptive than calling someone a self made fool. They are not born a fool. They worked at becoming one.
With that .
You ignorant putz. Who the fuck is "Steven Hawkins?" Any relation to Ronnie Hawkins? And what does he have to do with Albert Einstein?
The ignorance in  the online world is truly stunning sometimes.
I saw this a while back and have tried to ignore it but, holy fuck, Batman, how deep does the stupidity run?
It would be amusing if it wasn't so sad and there is nothing sadder than seeing someone with the IQ of a radish and a highly exaggerated sense of self worth attempting to berate someone else when they don't even know who the hell they are referring to.
The name your feeble mind is searching for is "Stephen Hawking," the theoretical physicist.
Will someone please take this putz's blogging privileges away for a week?

The LGBT Gestapo

Free speech is for us, not for you. You aren't even allowed to have your beliefs. If you express them we will try to have you fired. We will do whatever it takes to shut you up. We are the LGBT Gestapo.
Me? I'm going to go buy another Duck Dynasty book and order a duck call.

Government union wants 'Duck Dynasty' fans fired

By Todd Starnes
A union representing federal employees at Eglin Air Force base in Florida is demanding that two senior management officials be removed from their posts because they put decals on their personal trucks supporting Duck Dynasty star Phil Robertson.
Alan Cooper, the executive vice president of the local chapter of the American Federation of Government Employees, said one of the officials also displayed the “I Support Phil” decals in his office last month and offered them to subordinates.
“The BUE (bargaining union employee) was clearly offended and disgusted that a senior management official would display the decal on their pod,” read an email Cooper wrote.
“We took offense,” Cooper told me in a telephone interview. “These two particular individuals have a great amount of influence over individuals who may be gay, who may be African-American – and we have a concern they should not be in a position to exert that influence when it comes to promotions.”
In an email that was sent to union members, Cooper said the Duck Dynasty decal may be a violation of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
“Phil Robertson has made disparaging remarks against a vast array of people, which created a firestorm in the media in the recent past,” Cooper wrote.
He was referring to comments Robertson made in GQ magazine last year about homosexuality and his personal observations about the pre-Civil Rights era. A&E briefly suspended Robertson from his popular reality television show. But the network reversed its decision after they were overwhelmed by supporters of the program. I write about how Robertson and his family were viciously attacked by the media and militant gay rights organizations in my new book, “God Less America.”
Cooper told me he wants the two civilian managers at the Air Force base removed from their positions.
“I don’t know how long these individuals harbored these views – could they have impacted employment opportunities for folks that have been disparaged by the likes of a Phil Robertson,” he said.
Regardless, he wants the Duck Dynasty fans dealt with, noting “it’s definitely 100 percent inappropriate for an organization that espouses a zero tolerance policy” to condone such activity.
“If it’s zero tolerance, it’s zero tolerance for everybody,” he said, referring to the military’s anti-discrimination policies.
I spoke with one of the individuals being targeted by the government union. He asked that I not disclose his name. He rejected the accusations that he was a racist or homophobe because he supports Duck Dynasty.
“My intent was not to offend anybody,” the individual told me. “My intent was to support the show and to show support for his Christian values.”
The individual told me he was especially upset after union workers took photographs of his truck and his license plate and emailed the images to other union members. That email was reportedly sent to hundreds and hundreds of personnel.
“I see the email that went out accusing me and my boss of being racist,” he said. “That couldn’t be farther from the truth.”
“I’m pro-family,” he said. “I’m pro-life. I don’t have a problem with anybody who doesn’t agree with me.”
He said he has absolutely no plans to remove the decal from his truck.
“I’m not taking it off,” he said. “If they want to make me retire early that’s what I’ll do. But I’m not backing down.”
The civilian worker told me it’s a First Amendment issue. He said there are plenty of vehicles on the military base that are plastered with all sorts of stickers.
“I disagree with 90 percent of what our Commander in Chief believes in, but I’m not asking anyone to take (an Obama decal) off their vehicle,” he said. “It’s a freedom of speech issue.”
And that’s exactly what the Air Force believes it is. They investigated the claims made by the union and determined that the two civilian workers were well within their rights to support Duck Dynasty.
“Brigadier General Dave Harris is not taking any action against the individual as the display of such a bumper sticker is considered legally protected speech under the First Amendment,” said Andy Bourland, director of public affairs at the military base.
Bourland also told me they looked into the incident involving the decals in the worker’s office. They also decided not to take action in that incident.
Eli Craft is a member of the union and he told me he is furious at how union leadership handled the incident.
“It was extremely, extremely upsetting,” he said. “The community we live in is a very faith-based community. For someone to say this individual was offensive and if you support him you can’t manage or lead a diverse work place – it blew my mind.”
Craft had nothing but praise for the two managers. He said they are long time veterans of the military and volunteer in the community.
“They are Christians – that’s how they live their lives,” he said.”
And around the Florida panhandle, Craft said there are plenty of Duck Dynasty fans.
“Heck yeah,” he said. “The Duck Dynasty folks represent a lot of the folks who hunt and fish and who are Christians in the panhandle. That family and that program represent a way of life we see here.”
Tony Perkins, president of the Family Research Council, said the government union wants to shut down free speech.
“Could you imagine if someone demanded someone take an Obama bumper sticker off because President Obama is intolerant to orthodox Christian views?” Perkins asked. “Where does this stop?”
He said their attack on the two Duck Dynasty fans is an example of the Left’s intimidation and intolerance.
“They do not want anyone to have a choice to express themselves in a way that counters their own viewpoint and that’s very dangerous to our republic,” Perkins said. “This goes back to the underlying emphasis and goal – not to debate the merits of whether someone is right or not. It’s to shut down the debate. End of story. No discussion.”
For now – the jobs of the two Duck Dynasty fans are safe. It’s unclear at this point what the union’s next step might be. But they should heed this warning. I’m going to be keeping my eye on the American Government Employees Union. And should they try to retaliate against these brave Americans, it’ll be on like Donkey Kong. And that’s a fact, Jack.

Oh, Boy. Oh, Boy. Oh, Boy. Oh. Boy.

Oh, Boy. Oh, Boy. Oh, Boy. Oh. Boy.
The book I ordered, The Dead and Those About to Die - D Day: The Big Red One at Omaha Beach arrived today. 
I want to start this tonight so, so, so badly but I have two must reads ahead of it. Well, maybe I can squeeze it in. I finished one last night so maybe I can put this in its place. I usually read two or three at a time anyway. This is only 356 pages. 
I have 10 year old grandson Winter with me for the weekend. His mom and dad and siblings had to go to Vancouver. His Dad has two appointment's with specialists. I have mentioned before his Dad is dying a slow, very painful death from RSD disease.
Winter was torn whether to go or not but he has two soccer games this week. One tonight at 7:00 and another Saturday. Win is the linchpin of his team and without him they likely could not win. Winter has a lot of loyalty. He gave up the trip to the city so he could stay and play.
And yes, he is just that good. He has been selected to play in the British Columbia summer games and the scouts for that used Winter to show other players how to do things. He has also been looked at by a professional scout who has already told my daughter he will be watching Win and when he is in high school will want to move him to Vancouver to train with a view to a professional bid when he is 18. Amazing, eh?
So, I've fed him a light dinner and we will be off to the soccer pitch soon. He is a good boy. Quiet. Helpful and no trouble. I am just afraid he will get bored around here. We aren't exactly a ball of fire and being in town we don't have the farm land he is used to to run around on on his motorcycle or in the quads, and no place to shoot his bow and arrow, etc.
I am sure he will be glad to get home when his folks are back.

The World at War - Episode 4 - Alone in Britain

The World at War - Episode 4 - Alone in Britain


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Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Three Cords and the Truth

This is an outstanding commentary by columnist Mike Adams.


Three Cords And The Truth

Mike Adams

June 10, 2014

Readers of my recent columns are already aware that UNC-Wilmington graduates can get a gold cord for good grades, a purple one for being a homosexual, and a lavender one for just being really supportive of homosexuals. Most readers probably think this is too many graduation cords. I actually think we need one more. In fact, I think we should offer a white graduation cord for students who got their degrees without ever asserting victim status in an effort to get something they didn't really deserve.

Of course, if we ever do distribute these cords, we will have to decide exactly what "without ever asserting victim status" means. Here are my initial suggestions for defining white cord status:

1. When applying for college, the student never revealed his race or ethnicity in order to get bonus points on the SAT or any other standardized test.

2. Once admitted, the student never used disability services for the purpose of getting extra test time for some manufactured "disability" such as Attention Deficit Disorder.

3. The student never set foot in the African American Center, El Centro Hispano, or any other racially segregated victim center (unless for the purpose of asking them why they spend scarce taxpayer resources advancing racial segregation).

4. The student never filed a complaint alleging a violation of the Seahawk Respect Compact simply because she lacked the intellectual fortitude to respond to an opposing argument with a rational argument of her own.

5. The student never signed up for a class in any department ending with the word "studies."

6. The student never filed a false claim of rape or sexual harassment or spread an uncorroborated story about being racially harassed by off campus rednecks shouting epithets from inside a crowded pickup truck. (This requirement alone would disqualify at least one professor on our campus, but that's a topic best suited for a separate column).

7. The student never used the course evaluation form to punish a professor for his political beliefs even though his beliefs were never expressed in the classroom. (Nor tried to ban Chick-fil-A from campus even though the subject of gay marriage never came up when he was trying to get an extra packet of honey mustard for his waffle fries).

8. The student never changed the content of an essay in order to get a good grade in a class taught by a feminist English professor.

9. The student never pretended to share a Marxist feminist professor's views in order to impress his peers during classroom discussions, which were designed to a) indoctrinate students through peer pressure and b) prevent the Marxist professor from actually having to teach.

10. The student never asked for an exception to class rules concerning tardiness, absenteeism, or assignment due dates. In other words, the student simply accepted the rules and the consequences of his own failure to follow them.

My plan for issuing these white cords won't cost the taxpayers much money in the overall scheme of things. We'll probably need about a hundred purple cords per year for UNCW homosexuals. We'll also need a few hundred lavender cords for their die-hard supporters. But we'll only need about a dozen cords a year for students who made it all the way through college without holding themselves out to be victims. Thus, we need not be troubled by the prospect of making our graduation more expensive by having to supply these white cords in mass quantities.

Nor do we need to be concerned that the white cords might be construed as having an offensive racial connotation. Wearing a white cord is more like wearing a wedding dress than making a racial statement. It means the student's character hasn’t been soiled by trying to get something he really didn’t earn through the fruits of his own labor, no pun intended.

Read the rest of the article HERE.

The World at War - Episode 3 - France Falls

The World at War - Episode 3 - France Falls


The World at War(1973)Ep03 France Falls by waja100


For Your Listening Pleasure - Foundation!

When I was in about the 8th grade I came down with one of my many yearly bouts with bronchitis and was confined to my bed in a steam tent and bored out of my mind. I begged my mother to get me something to read and she finally went to Stock's restaurant where she grabbed a science fiction book from the pocket book rack and brought it home to me. I wasn't terribly happy. I wasn't a science fiction fan and hadn't read anything in that genre since I was in the 1st grade. There was nothing else, however, so I started to read it and by evening I had finished it. It was tremendously good. It was also the first book in a series.

When father got home from work I begged him to go down to stocks and see if they had the second one in that series. He came back with all five that completed that series and over the next few days I raced through them all reading every moment I wasn't sleeping, napping, or engaged in a struggle for air.

The series was E.E. "Doc" (Edward Elmer) Smith's Lensman series and it was as fine a science fiction series as has ever been written but you need not take my word for that. I'll explain in a minute.

Reading that series launched me into years of reading the Sci Fi masters: Smith, Ellison, Niven, Clark, Heinlein, Herbert, Anderson, Asimov.

As good, even as great, as the books by these authors were nothing touched the reading experience of reading The Lensman series ... until I discovered Asimov's Foundation Trilogy: Foundation, Foundation and Empire, and Second Foundation.

Asimov later expanded this into a seven volume series, one more book than Smith's series.

The Foundation Trilogy was the greatest science fiction I ever read and apparently I am not alone in that assessment. The Lensman series came in second to Foundation which won the Hugo Award for the Best All Time Science Fiction story.

The series is still available to purchase and it is available as an audiobook. But if you would like to get through it quickly and be thoroughly entertained read on, McDuff.

One of my hobbies is collecting Old Time Radio from the 30s, 40's and 50s. I have over 30,000 episodes from hundreds of series.

I also collect "New Time Radio."

BBC Radio is still producing radio shows, usually serializations of books. The BBC has the finest sound studio in the world for producing radio and it dramatizations are the best the world has to offer.

Several years ago now they serialized the original three volume Foundation Series and it is now, apparently, the the public domain.

"The Foundation Trilogy consists of:

1. Foundations
2. Foundation and Empire
3. Second Foundation


The Foundation Trilogy is an epic science fiction series written over a span of forty-four years by Isaac Asimov. It consists of seven volumes that are closely linked to each other, although they can be read separately. The series is highly acclaimed, winning the one-time Hugo Award for "Best All-Time Series" in 1966.


The premise of the series is that mathematician Hari Seldon spent his life developing a branch of mathematics known as psychohistory, a concept devised by Asimov and his editor John W. Campbell. Using the law of mass action, it can predict the future, but only on a large scale; it is error-prone for anything smaller than a planet or an empire. It works on the principle that the behavior of a mass of people is predictable if the quantity of this mass is very large (equal to the population of the galaxy). The larger the mass, the more predictable is the future. Using these techniques, Seldon foresees the fall of the Galactic Empire, which encompasses the entire Milky Way, and a dark age lasting thirty thousand years before a second great empire arises. To shorten the period of barbarism, he creates two Foundations, small, secluded havens of art, science, and other advanced knowledge, on opposite ends of the galaxy

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The focus of the trilogy is on the Foundation of the planet Terminus. The people living there are working on an all-encompassing Encyclopedia, and are unaware of Seldon's real intentions (for if they were, the variables would become too uncontrolled). The Encyclopedia serves to preserve knowledge of the physical sciences after the collapse. The Foundation's location is chosen so that it acts as the focal point for the next empire in another thousand years (rather than the projected thirty thousand). "

For your listening pleasure I present, Foundation.

(Please note: The first show in this series shows as being over 7 hours. It is not. That is the running time for the entire series. This episode is about an hour.)



Monday, 9 June 2014

The World at War - Episode 2 - A Distant War

My apologies. I had intended to post one of these a day but was unable to do so yesterday. We had a terrible rain storm move through and it knocked out power. I wasn't going to try to post this with a cell phone.

The World at War - Episode 2 - A Distant War


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Saturday, 7 June 2014

The World At War - Episode One - A New Germany: 1933-1939

I never knew Great-uncle Clyson. He died in '45 in the Ardennes. Clyson was a member of Patton's 3rd Army and died in the counter offensive in the Battle of the Bulge.

Great-uncle Buster died on the beaches of Salerno in 1943 during the Allied Invasion of Italy.

Great-uncle Leonard was in Pearl Harbor when it was bombed. Because of the heavy censorship it was months before my great-grandmother knew he had survived.

My grandfather enlisted in the Navy during WWII. He began in Naval Intelligence in Brazil and ended on a Tin Can in Okinawa. He was sent back to the States before the war ended. He had lost fingers when a depth charge ran across his hand and he was filled with shrapnel when a kamikaze plane hit his ship.

Buster, Leonard, and my grandfather, three out of four of my great-grandmother's sons were all in the war at the same time.

I, as some of you know, am a amateur historian and have accumulated a large library of WWII history books. I suppose I can think my grandfather for that life long passion.

In 1973 Thames Television produced what is arguably the best WWII documentary ever produced, the 26 episode The World at War. It used to be in reruns on television all the time but hasn't been seen for some years now.

I want to thank Thames Television and Dailymotion for making these available on the Internet.

Beginning tonight and for the next 25 evenings I will post an episode of this remarkable epic series. I hope some of you can follow along and, if you can't watch every night, will book mark these can come back to them as you can. There is no finer television, no finer series, no finer a documentary.

Now, Episode 1 - The World at War - A New Germany: 1933 - 1939



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