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HEADQUARTERS GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC
General Orders No.11, WASHINGTON, D.C., May 5, 1868
- The 30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet church-yard in the land. In this observance no form of ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit.We are organized, comrades, as our regulations tell us, for the purpose among other things, “of preserving and strengthening those kind and fraternal feelings which have bound together the soldiers, sailors, and marines who united to suppress the late rebellion.” What can aid more to assure this result than cherishing tenderly the memory of our heroic dead, who made their breasts a barricade between our country and its foes? Their soldier lives were the reveille of freedom to a race in chains, and their deaths the tattoo of rebellious tyranny in arms. We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. All that the consecrated wealth and taste of the nation can add to their adornment and security is but a fitting tribute to the memory of her slain defenders. Let no wanton foot tread rudely on such hallowed grounds. Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic.If other eyes grow dull, other hands slack, and other hearts cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep it well as long as the light and warmth of life remain to us.Let us, then, at the time appointed gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of spring-time; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon a nation’s gratitude, the soldier’s and sailor’s widow and orphan.
- It is the purpose of the Commander-in-Chief to inaugurate this observance with the hope that it will be kept up from year to year, while a survivor of the war remains to honor the memory of his departed comrades. He earnestly desires the public press to lend its friendly aid in bringing to the notice of comrades in all parts of the country in time for simultaneous compliance therewith.
- Department commanders will use efforts to make this order effective.
By order of
JOHN A. LOGAN,
And so began our observance of Memorial Day. It was renamed and the date changed to the last Monday in May in 1971 so gub’mint employees could have yet another 3 day weekend. This Monday we shall celebrate those who sacrificed all in defense of our country.
There is an excellent article over at the Bolton Smokers Club about how the anti-smokers are using subjugation. Click on the link and go read it. It’s well worth it.
What’s with this opioid epidemic? We use to call them junkies. People who shoot heroin into their veins are pretty stupid. I understand addiction but heroin I just don’t understand.
I knew a cute little 20-something we’ll call her Brynn. I met her at an NA meeting called “The Lunch Bunch”. I would have a smoke after the meeting and she came up to me and introduced herself to me and all the other smokers. She always made a point of giving me a hug before she left. She was a nice intellegent very attractive little girl. I figured she was one of my many NA friends. I hadn’t seen Brynn in a month or so so I broke down and asked around about her and everyone kinda’ looked away and blew me off. WTF? Finally someone told me that Brynn OD’d on heroin and was dead and noone wanted to tell me because they thought we were close or something. Brynn was dead.
Through her obit I learned she graduated from Penn State with a double major and was a cheerleader. Last I saw her she was happy to have six months clean.
I just don’t get it! Sometimes I smoke too much. When I find myself doing that I cut down. When I realised I was drinking to excess I quit drinking. If you smoke too much pot you just stop buying it for awhile. When I have had surgury they gave me painkillers and I didn’t like them. They don’t take the pain away they just get me stoned then I’m stoned and in pain. No thank you. I just can’t see being hooked on painkillers so bad you stick a needle in your arm to get high. Haven’t we learned anything from history? Jimi Hendrix, John Belushi, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Keith Moon, Sid Vicious, Dee Dee Ramone, Rick James just to name a few.
People who stick needles in their arms to get high die! What part don’t you understand?
In my opinion there is no opioid epidemic there is an overabundance of junkies.
It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m watching West Virginia University beat U. of Tennesse. I’m sipping on lemonade and munching on Cheese-Its. Every so often I pop outside and have a smoke. Tonight Notre Dame is playing someone. Doesn’t matter rooting for Notre Dame is in my blood. Hell, I was raised Irish-Catholic. I think it’s a law somewhere saying that if you are of Irish ancestry and are Roman Catholic you have to be a Notre Dame football fan. I’m in Autumn heaven. I love Saturday afternoons and college football.
I’v got a couple of things on my mind. First off, ENOUGH OF THIS JOHN McCAIN CRAP! He wasn’t a President. He was just another politician who held his office since the Eighties. I met him in Tucson back in 1982. He was running for US Senator. He struck me as just another dishonest politician who spoke out of both sides of this mouth. He was for whatever the crowd in front of him was for and changed his tune as the crowd changed. I blew him off as just another dishonest politician. So he was a Vietnam vet. He got shot down and was held captive for 5.5 years. So what! There are tens of thousands of Vietnam vets and they don’t get laid in state in the capitol rotunda. Just bury his sorry ass and stop acting like he was God incarnate.
Secondly there’s Facebook or as Grandad calls it FaRcebook. I deleted it off my phone because it was sucking up all the battery power. I’m seriously considering deactivating my account. On the Pro side, it has put me in touch with friends and relatives that otherwise I wouldn’t interact with. On the Con side, it’s a resource hog on my laptop even when I’m logged out, it still runs some scripts in the background. Farcebook is always yelling at me, when I’m logged in, to turn off my advert blocker and it wants me to accept tracking cookies and scripts. You see I run a Linux only internet browser that has a privacy mode. Which I use and farcebook doesn’t like it. If I turn off the privacy mode and a few other privacy bits that I use then farcebook will show me adverts based on what I was looking at while using my browser but not on farcebook. I don’t like that.
But first things first…The Notre Dame v. U, of Michigan game is starting.