As some of you know, my backyard here in Southern Jersey abuts a really nifty golf course. People often ask whether I “play golf.” I tell them that I “own clubs” and that I take them onto the course on occasion. This video ought to give you some sense of why I don’t say more than that.
Thanks to my buddy, Brian, the Air Force Vet, for the link.
Among other things, they are told that we all have to sleep on the ground, or in tents, often surrounded by our dead friends in body bags. We drink coffee made from snow and are very grateful to receive it from our government. We live in cities where there are no birds on the trees, because we have eaten them, and that we are happy to receive a gift of cake from the Democratic Republic of North Korea.