As we age not all the parts follow the years. Some appear much older then others and act out in such a way “oh my back” it’s actually my ankle. While other parts of your body still have their youth spring to them. It’s an uneven balance where one part of the body wants to run around and the other is looking to extend naptime. Let’s just hope the young parts stay in the head “literally”, for if your young at heart and brain everything else will follow along even if it hurts.
If we weren’t taught how much would we know today? Would we even be here today if our ancestors didn’t learn some of the basics or could they have figured it out on their own where all the parts go? I think most would figure that lesson out they would just have to do more then smell the roses but look who was there before. Yet would Einstein’s Theory of Relativity existed today if there was only Sam instead? If Edison’s mother decided it wasn’t the right time to give birth to Thomas would our lights be so bright? It’s a point worth pondering as you consider what knowledge you have exported to the world or a loved one that they might not have gained on their own if you weren’t here now.
FOOTNOTE– I wonder how much knowledge we have lost by the millions of unborn babies that were killed in the womb.
Kanye West is my brother as well as he has rebelled against the culture elite by stating he supports President Trump without knocking anyone else down. While the haters will attack him from the left Kanye still smiles and speaks the truth as he sees it. A Bud Rebel is not about being a jerk to others but being honest with yourself. Become a Bud Rebel as well if not in politics then in any other area of your life by being an individual that is not afraid to be themselves even if they stand alone but still loves those who feel or act differently.
I’m sorry but “NO WHITE’S ARE ALLOWED” no matter what there name or background. Blacks always are up front and only in the most extreme cases will a white even be seen. What’s the point of even considering a White when all they do is get dirty so fast. It might seem that I’m being a bit prejuding but black is the only sock that will be worn on these feet. I wonder if I’m racist after all.
WARNING- This post might be too personal for your interest.
Life goes by so fast you often forget when it first started so I decided to list some of my first’s before the memories fade away. I hope it helps you remember as well and share those memories with loved one’s before it appears they never existed before.
(1) FIRST MOVIE– Love Story- I saw this movie with my parents at a drive in and although I was four years old I remember it was sad.
(2) 1ST LOVE– Karen broke my heart at camp when I was only 7 years old. I believe she was a beauty that had some mark over her eye.
(3) FIRST CONCERT- The Jackson 5 at Westbury Music Fair. Great Concert even to this date let’s just say a few decades away.
(4) FIRST INVENTION- Band-Aid with antibiotic ointment. I invested my pennies for an Invention Company to help develop this product but ran out of change while Johnson & Johnson made millions.
(5) 1st ACTING CAREER- I played Arnold Horshack in a first grade play. I still remember my lines “Hello, how are you, my name is Arnold Horshack”. I won an Oscar at my school or was an extra cookie?
MORE MEMORIES COMING SOON WHEN THEY CLOCK AND MIND ARE IN AGREEMENT.
My nose is a bit above average when it comes to size maybe not as big as this man (next door) 
but you get the point. Yet when it comes to smell the roses or even garlic it’s the same as everyone else. I figured if it’s larger then my chemosensory system should be similar to those with tails. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing for there are good smells and smells you would rather not be in the room with or even the same house. Though I still wonder why I was blessed with such a large beak? Yes, it’s a blessing that I’m determined to find why for I see the nose is 1/2 full, hopefully with Oxygen not other stuff.
All of a sudden the press is fascinated with alleged actions of impropeity that occurred under President Obama could it be just to hurt the current occupant of Pennyslvania Avenue or does 1+1 =2 ? Imagine the night of President Trumps first State Dinner where key issues of international security today are being discussed and the liberal media is drooling over allegations with Ronny Jackson that occured in the previous administration. Benghazi, IRS Scandal, Fast & Furious Selling Uranium to Russia are to be wiped under the rug but we must look under a microscope to destroy the character of a man who has been a faithful public servant all because he has decided to serve his country under this administration. Isn’t it strange how there wasn’t even a post of these allegations against Ronny Jackson when the previous administration was in power. It’s sad how journalist only come alive when it’s advocacy for their philosophy.
This concept is not the cruel type (above) but more of the kind one (below)
where individuals have taken dog fur and made it into a coat without hurting the dog, no Cruela needed. I just think of the lovely 
Pomeranian and wonder what a waste occurs (literally) when they go to the Groomers. Something beautiful should be made of this hair. We could make all different items with their beautiful that some how doesn’t need to be washed and still looks great. So congrats to those people above who found a way to keep there dog around with them even when they are stuck at home .
Everything was normal in town until that dark October night when suddenly nobody could hear us SCREAM!!!! While the hurricane knocked out all power there was nothing we could do to stop the KILLING SPREE. It was some kind of transmission that blocked our ability to hear the pain of other or anything else as soon as the lights went out. If only we could leave town but with the roads closed from the storm and the bridge damaged we are trapped holding onto each other as IT rips our town apart one person at a time. For in the night nobody can hear us SCREAM!!!
I’m afraid of my anger and what it can make me do. For when I feel wronged I don’t stop to think about the consequences of my actions as I seek just seek justice at all costs. Yet life has been good to me and stopped me before the knife was drawn. For what has
gone 
aroud comes around unless you know know how to jump. In life I’ve been betrayed by many but usually those who hurt me have found that pain return to them in triplicate. It is not caused by me but the path they have chosen that results in this downward spiral. If only they knew that I have a higher authority that can move any chess piece to my side I think they would have taken a step back. Karma is a bitch if you try to F with me!