Joyanna Adams

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May 25, 2014 Posted by | Memorial, Uncategorized | | Leave a comment

Nobody Remembers VJ Day, Honolulu, 1945

Nobody Remembers

Check out these happy kids! (Okay, they were not kids, they grew up quick, unlike today when the adult age seems to start at around 30) It’s VJ victory day, the war in Japan is over, and there is great reason to celebrate. Look at this color film (Pattie, is that Kodachrome?) And the CARS! How much would some of those be worth today?

My dad might have been one of those sailors as far as I know, he was in Honolulu on that day. He lost his older brother on a ship in the war. His older brother once broke his nose, I’m sure in a good nature sibling fight. I asked him about it once and he told me his nose had been broken three times, all from fights.

I still have my dad’s old sailor outfit. He was a Seabee.

Anyway, listen to that music. That was back with there were LOTS of trumpet players. My father played trumpet in the Navy band, and he taught my brother, who made a living as a trumpet player for many years….so the music is really bringing back memories for me.

Anyway, the men and women who fight our wars are the best of America, and we should remember this weekend all that they fought for…for America. For liberty. We need to keep up the fight, no matter how old or tired we get.  We need to remember their sacrifices and send the politically correct idiots that are out to destroy the ideas of a free country, out to sea, and right the ship.

We need to see more films like this, of what has been scrificed…to keep America free from tyranny. I’ll be looking for them.

God bless all our soldiers…(and that includes every soldier from any nation that has fought for liberty.)

Now, excuse me while I go watch the sunset. I can almost hear my dad playing Harry James melodies on his trumpet…to my mom on a Saturday night.

May 24, 2012 Posted by | Memorial, VJ day | , , | Leave a comment

Nobody Remembers Christopher Hitchens

 Nobody Remembers—

“My own opinion is enough for me, and I claim the right to have it defended against any consensus, any majority, anywhere, anyplace, any time. And anyone who disagrees with this can pick a number, get in line and kiss my ass. “-Christopher Hitchens

The first time I read Christopher Hitchens it was in Vanity Fair. I thought he was so magnificent, so blunt, so witty, so…slap you in the face brilliant, that I got a subscription to the magazine.   Not since I’d read Dostoyevsky’s ” Crime and Punishment” had I found an author that I could really get excited about.  And it’s no wonder—-I found out tonight that Christopher himself decided to become a writer after reading that very same book.

Christopher was raised in the belly of the liberal Marxist/communist beast of Oxford during the sixties and he was THE radical protester. Vietnam, the Catholic church— he had an opinion on just about everything. He even protested the Queen. Being the son of a Scot-maybe it came a bit too easy. In fact, he wanted to do away with the monarchy.

During and after college, Christopher hung out with communists. He loved Trotsky,  Stalin, and Che. While the rest of us moved along, which is easy to do when you get out of college and go into the REAL world, Chris stayed in that “liberal” cushion of fantasy, because it’s the card you have to play with if you want to play with the Gods of the “elite “university, and Chris wanted in that world and his mother saw to it that he got in.

It’s no wonder that Christopher grew up a liberal atheist—most colleges promote the dark Russian tormented soul, as if it some kind of sacrosanct  mantle of superiority. College kids found it so cool back in the sixties to sit around and discuss Nietzsche: question God, Jesus ,and the Catholic Church, Hey, I did it. When you’re parents are working and you have nothing to do all day but go to class, you are eager to explore worlds your parents never talked about. I gave it a whirl..but got out of it pretty fast.

Not Christopher Hitchens. He took to liberalism like a beam of light to a worm hole.

And then he got a real job, and started to travel. You could say the education of Christopher Hitchens had begun, but it was many years before he started to notice that you can’t be intelligent and keep feeding that Marxist beast.  He started disagreeing with his fellow “Marxists.” (This was after he was well into a nice fortune, of course.)
He hated both the Clintons. He believed that human life begins at conception. He became a big fan of Thomas Paine, George Orwell, and Thomas Jefferson.  He fought his mentor Gore Vidal over the 9/11 conspiracies and he supported President George W. Bush’s war in Iraq. Not quietly, mind you, but with great audacity.

He had no patience for Henry Kissinger, Michael Moore, Saddam Hussein, Kim Jong Il, Sarah Palin (?) and Prince Charles.

“He fell for the fake anthropologist Laurens van der Post. He was bowled over by the charms of homeopathic medicine. He has been believably reported as saying that plants do better if you talk to them in a soothing and encouraging way. But this latest departure promotes him from an advocate of harmless nonsense to positively sinister nonsense.”

Nobody Thinks the same.

He was so inspired by Jefferson that he wrote a book about him and became an American citizen on the steps of the Jefferson memorial.

Still…it bugged conservatives that Chris did not think God was real, and he stuck with that until he died. Add your mother committing suicide onto your liberal Oxford education, mixed that with a depression covered over by daily consumptions of alcohol, I’d say that convincing yourself otherwise would seem a waste of time, not to mention too great a task.

Better to drink away any doubts you might have…and that’s what he did. By all accounts Christopher was an alcoholic, and it caught up to him. He was only 62 when he died today. If he had stopped drinking and smoking he might have lived longer. To explain his drinking he said :

“‘because it makes other people less boring. I have a great terror of being bored. Many great writers did some of their finest work when blotto, smashed, polluted, shitfaced, squiffy, whiffled, and three sheets to the wind.”

He’s right about that.

He must have been drunk when he wrote one of my favorite pieces of his called: “Why Women Aren’t Funny.”   

Evidently, Erma Bombeck was not on the Oxford reading list. 

Christopher Hitchens lived life witnessing and ranting against, what to him was a godless universe. No wonder he drank.

But– this Nobody Wonders if he got his wish. His wish was to know that GOD doesn’t exist, because if he didn’t then– Chris was right. And Chris would have liked that.

Being right. He made a habit out of it, when he finally got the hang of it.

Nobody Thinks that if God has an ego, it’s a lot bigger than Chris’s who by all accounts, was a rare breed of talent. I don’t think he will ever be bored again, if his soul survived.  I also don’t think God is going to stand in line to kiss Chris’s ass, when he tells him he was wrong about God not existing.    

I just thank God for putting him here in the first place…I have the rest of my life to catch up to his genius.

Nobody Flashes: One of the subjects Chris was passionately knowledgeable about was the Muslim world.  Listen to him talk in the video from 2009, about the dangers of Iran, and then think again Ron Paul’s foreign policy: In fact, Nobody Wonders why NONE of our leaders speck with such knowledge.

Life is too short, and the untimely death of Christopher Hitchens is just another reminder. I could have gone another decade reading his rants.

He was …one of a kind.  

  

December 17, 2011 Posted by | Memorial, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 5 Comments