I know. I say a Lady Deadpool 'cause like, I'm a straight dude.

I'd happily take that to have a Lady Deadpool in my life. Sassy, foul mouthed... good with a gun? Where do I sign up?

I'd check with your local all labor office. I'm pretty sure because it's work related they have to pay you.

Damned straight.
You do not wear a Fedora with a t-shirt and/or cargo shorts.

Shucks. What I heard was good too...

Yikes.

Thank you and know this, building a nation takes more than just the military defending it. It also takes the civilians that make that nation worth defending.

I've heard of it. I dont know that much about it, but it's not that obscure apparently.

I'm going against my better judgement here and compromise my anonymity a bit... sure some know I'm... older. I've always tried to play it off and not make a big deal of it, but this will date me.

I was US Active Duty Army on 9/11. On the day the world changed, it was frankly terrifying. As a young soldier in the service of your nation... to not know what your future holds. It chilled my blood.

I hope that this doesn't estrange the younger crowd here. I value your anonymous friendship and it pleases me to be able to advise you on the trials and tribulations of life... it comes from a heart felt place of experience... the bad decisions I've made hurt and hope that my commentary has helped some avoid those choices.

I guess. I suppose I have to concede that.
It just baffles me though...

OK, real talk here. Those keeping score at home may know I'm a bit... older.
I've been married and subsequently divorced. The bitch broke my goddamned heart. I admit that I bore some of the responsibility, but she broke me. But if there was even the slighted hint of amicability I'd have fought for it.

When we split, it was a closed chapter, never to be opened again. I've since moved home again and consiter myself lucky that I haven't run into her... because if I do, I've decided to lie, play dumb and say I don't recognise her. She isn't "evil" and would likely be friendly and open to talking again.

I've decided I'll tell her that she's mistaken me for someone else and wish her the best with that memory and legacy.

One of the scariest things I heard in the first hour or two, was a reporter actually being tempered and reasoned. It was something to the effect of:
"We are reporting what we hear, when we hear it. This information may be subject to being updated, corrected or retracted... that said, I don't think we are out of the woods yet..."

The Kennedy assassination was the national tragedy of my parents generation, but the "I remember where I was," commentary was lost on me... until 9/11.
I can remember where was, where I was standing, what I was doing and holding.

If you are able to still have fun... something is still there. Why are you divorcing?

Watch the documentary shot by the French brothers on the day it happened.
They were originally filming a documentary about firefighters and suddenly found themselves on the front line of the biggest terrorist attack and greatest tragedy the world has ever seen. They captured the only footage of the first plane to hit known to exist.

Pay very close attention to the scene where they enter the lobby and there's a steady BANG... BANG, BANG... BANG on the lobby roof. Note the revulsion and horror among them when they realise it's the bodies of the people jumping to escape the inferno because it's better to die quickly from a fall, than to burn alive slowly.

Go watch it and tell me it wasn't an international tragedy. WORLD Trade Center. It wasn't an attack on America, it was an intentional attack on the world.

Sure, but nothing is cooler than Jack White teaching Jimmy Page and The Edge how to play Seven Nation Army.
https://youtu.be/PUwhutKZAEk

The wow signal is much older. It was only seen in the printout record the morning after it was detected.