In reply to: As old as the Sibylline Books posted by BeijingIrish
I rage, but I do it silently. I am alone--there is no audience in the man cave from where I follow the daily pageant of silliness on the PB.
I suppose I could be angry all the time, but then there is Usher in his sparkly pants. What joy! What I do have all the time is shame, and it arises every time I look at my grandsons. It occurs to me that my Boomer counterparts and I are supremely lucky. We will not live to see the end (unless the Great Pacific War begins this year or next).
The shame comes from knowing that we fucked it up. We squandered every advantage, never took the right path, avoided sacrifice. I do not suggest that we are unique--those who follow us are doing a splendid job of fucking it up. And, btw, I don't buy the Greatest Generation bullshit. They gave us Vietnam among other things. They loved their cocktails and their entitlements.
I belong on an island somewhere. St. Helena or Pitcairn. But given a choice, I'd select the Big Island.
you should know your shame should be outwardly directed, not inward. In addition to your courageous service, and your work helping micro-financing all of the world, your posting here (whether I respond or not) brings me joy. We may not always agree, but I love reading your geopolitical analysis, and marvel at your memory of events, names, faces, food, etc. Your travelogues alone are worth the price of admission.
You definitely should.
The goddamn thing is full of mistakes. It's sometime too wordy, too cluttered. I was resolved to correct all that with a second edition, but it morphed into a different book, more autobiography than travelogue. It sits on my computer along with a memoir of my Navy days and a collection of essays, letters, and rants (blog posts).