It is pretty special to have a day on the calendar every year in your honor. But lord knows I’ve earned it. That said, my foolish life doesn’t compare with some of the idiots I encounter. With the wisdom of old age, I just tend to laugh at them these days. I don’t engage in much political discourse here at LTG. I learned long ago that there is no point in arguing politics on social media because minds aren’t going to be changed. I mean, honest discourse and sharing viewpoints are still possible even if you disagree (commenter Brian and I have had some decent back-and-forths lately), but sadly, that seems to be the exception rather than the rule. I still find it entertaining to post a political meme on Facebook just to witness the lefty heads exploding. Like that Trump quote I shared here yesterday, telling our “allies” that if they need oil, they should keep the Hormuz Straight open. We’ve got plenty of our own oil. Now, I usually save the humor until the end of the blog, but this comment (which I didn’t approve) from reader “Hugo” is worth sharing here to illustrate my point:
Dumbing down???? You’re a racist Trump supporter who is unable to think critically. I don’t think it’s possible to get any dumber than you. No wonder your family has disowned you; you’re a disgrace to anything human.
Dude, take a look in the mirror. What makes me a racist? Because I’m white, support Trump, and have different viewpoints than you? Calling someone a racist for any of those reasons makes you one. I’m from the Martin Luther King era and was raised to judge people on the content of their character, not the color of their skin. And if this comment is indicative of your character, you are the disgrace.
We’ll leave it at that. Now, back to our regular programming.
The Wednesday Walkers headed out to the old Navy base (SBMA) and did a pleasant 8K walkaround.
But the fun wasn’t done! It being Wednesday and all, we ventured out to Baloy Beach later in the afternoon.
And then our dinner plans hit a bump in the road. We plopped down at Treasure Island, as is our custom, only to be told there was no red wine available. It doesn’t make sense for a dining establishment to be out of wine, but so be it. We decided to walk up the road and have one of those steak dinners at Viking Resort. But when we arrived, karaoke music was blasting at full volume. I found that irksome, but this is the Philippines. I don’t have to listen to that shit while I’m eating, though, so we moved on, then grabbed a trike for Mango’s. And guess what? The waitress said she was out of red wine. (queue up: take a deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way). Luckily, the manager, someone I’ve known for years, was standing nearby, and I said to her, How can you not have red wine? She responded, “We have it”, and took the waitress with her to the stockroom. She returned with a big bottle of red wine, and the evening was saved.
Then it was time to head home for a strawberry-banana smoothie and some blissful sleep.
I woke in time to see the moon go down this morning:
In other news, it’s official. I’m elderly.
This wasn’t my idea; Swan did all the paperwork required to have it issued. I’m not sure I’ll take advantage of it because, from everything I’ve read, only citizens are entitled to the discounts. Not worth getting deported over.
It’s still June 2018 in the LTG archives, and I’m starting off my second month in the Philippines by finally securing the deal on a house to rent in Alta Vista. Not the one I thought I was getting, but one that was good enough under the circumstances.
For today’s YouTube video, we’ll take a trip back in time and take a gander at life in Olongapo during the Navy days. I’m told by the Navy veterans (and there are a lot of them living here) that Subic Bay was everyone’s favorite port of call.
Now for some funny business:
And that, my friends (and enemies), is all I’ve got for today. Let’s try again tomorrow.
Man, it’s been a LONG time since I’d heard this one. Damn, that shoe is a good fit.
John mate how are ya mate well mate easter is upon us mate hope ya got all ya eggs in one basket mate coz you know what they say mate keep ya eggs counted and unhatched mate don’t want chicks ruining ya plans mate hate to say it mate but ya gotta keep ya peepers on those hens mate otherwise they’ll peck ya where ya don’t want pecking mate keep those birds under control mate keen eyes on those feathers mate cheers mate cheers have a good one mate cheers
Luckily, the manager, someone I’ve known for years, was standing nearby, and I said to her, How can you not have red wine? She responded, “We have it”, and took the waitress with her to the stockroom. She returned with a big bottle of red wine, and the evening was saved.
One is left to wonder why the waitress said the resto was out of wine. Ignorance? Or laziness?
Kevin, my impression was that the waitress didn’t have access to the stockroom or didn’t know what was in there.
Whatever you say, Aaron. All is well with me. By the way, I found out the answer to that old question about which came first, the chicken or the egg? Turns out, it was the rooster that came first.