All war presupposes human weakness and seeks to exploit it. (Dad, it’s time. I need you back…)

With Mom, you had to pay proper attention.
Almost superhuman attention. But she understood that Wisdom doesn’t go on sale. There’s no bargain basement priced Wisdom. If you want Wisdom, you must pay Wisdom’s price. 
And you pay by paying attention.

What do you do with the leftovers of your mental wind-downs? 🎨 well, if you’ve got a blog…

And so what does one do when, at the end of that senseless state of reasonless wandering, one is left with some thing, some tangible tidbit – like a cheap souvenir from a place you never wanted to go? What do you do with that thing?

So, Trump said we beat ISIS and we’re leaving Syria, so this should be interesting…

So, yeah, this should be interesting.
I have thought for a very long time that “civilian control” of the military was an adorably cute notion. 
(I also don’t believe in the Tooth Fairy, in case you were wondering.)

We are AWAKE

Your mothers, your grandmothers, are stirring.

Our ghosts cannot not sleep forever.