Rusty's Armory

I love women who know how to wear makeup

Posted on April 2, 2019

Those of you who know me know that I am an ardent supporter of the nation of Israel.  Yeah, I am not totally unaware of her shortcomings, but I dismiss them much the same way you dismiss the quirks of an old friend.

So when this photo cropped up on my twitter newsfeed today, I was immediately smitten  with her. Alas, gone are the days when I belted on shield and buckler, and girded up my loins to do battle.  When today’s warriors run off to battle, like an old dog, I want to run off with them. Yeah, the last thing they need is a decrepit old geezer wheezing along at the rear, dragging along his battle gear from a long gone era. My war has come and gone.

I read tactical fighting articles from old warrior friends, and even some from the newer warriors, and dream of the days when I was fit … and stupid … war is for the young who can still see the glory.  Venal old men know that glory is an illusion and avoid strife. It is just too painful and can get you killed!

So I sit back an daydream of long ago and far away, when idealism and lust ruled my body while time slowly envelopes me in its obscurity.  We’re born, we live, we die. That has been our fate for a good many years.  Yet even in that, there is mercy.  We were given two jobs in this life.  Breed and obey.  But it seems that even those two simple imperatives give rise to rebellion in us. I was just reading a glowing story of a male/male couple who impregnated the mother of one of them so that they could have a child, just like normal people do. Does no one catch the irony in this?

But there is always coffee.  And the time to sip it.

Good morning!