I remember the day I was told Bruce Lee had died in Hong Kong. I was sullen for a year or so suffering those consequences of his passing in the midst of my extreme fanatical existence. I thought I was going to be like him. Alas, it never came to be. So now in retrospect I remember the man for all he was and all to which he aspired and I only wish that I had really known him in all my poverty of both material wealth and spirit.

Rest in peace.
 

	Bruce Lee Born Lee Jun-fan on November 27, 1940 at San Francisco, California Died July 20, 1973 at Kowloon Tong, Hong Kong Hong Kong American actor, director, martial artist, martial arts instructor, philosopher Founder of Jeet Kune Do A hybrid martial arts philosophy drawing from different combat disciplines Often credited as the precursor of modern mixed martial arts

Well ... just what did anyone expect? Vigilantes are either held in esteem or found objectionable and unacceptable at multiple levels. Aye, as in so much of failed interpersonal relations otherwise ... circumstances are the rub.

Travis McMichael, his father, Gregory McMichael, and William "Roddie" Bryan Jr were found guilty of murder in the death of jogger Ahmaud Arbery. The facts were pretty damning. The locale, distinctly afrocentric. The white boys never had a chance given the facts of the case and should have just left the brother alone.

After all, a jogger could not be doing much more than tresspassing in the course of a neighborhood jaunt. I'm afraid jogging garb simply doesn't supply much in the way of the storage of loot.

Any thoughts they had of 'protecting the neighborhood' were distinctly misguided in this outcome. I would have let him go on his way but I'm not one to get riled at a stranger in the hood. I suppose in retrospect these three wish they had done the same.
 

Travis McMichael

Gregory McMichael

William Roddie Bryan Jr

Shucks ya'll. Though it is early in the appeals proceedings, barring any unlikely win these guy have pretty much done themselves in with an overly aggressive pursuit of what appears to be a guy out jogging.

The convictions for their various charges including felony murder, aggravated assault, and false imprisonment have the three each facing up to life in prison. They will be sentenced at a later date.

They've given the mouthy cracker hating negro Al gd Sharpton and the marxist BLM morons at large carte blanch to badmouth whitey as though they really need further provocation. Hell, I may be on trial soon if one of them makes the mistake of getting in my face. However, I would never harass a jogger out getting in some exercise, either.

I think they were wrong to go so crazy getting after some fleeting perception of invasion in their mind, but that will only take those out for so-called 'justice' so far in my presence. I get rather tired of their continuous petty demonstration show because that's all it is in reality.

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Benefit of the doubt
 

Better the devil you know than the devil you don't.

When in the course of human events it is often better to deal with a difficult individual or circumstance one knows than with a new character or situation that could be far worse.

This adage is both unfortunate and truthful in the interactions of we inhabitants of a fickle world which has gone woke crazy in the finest traditions of leftist lunacy.

Take banks. They think they may decline a DEBIT card and attribute it to the vendor's equipment when in fact they are solely responsible for their financially solvent card not being honored.

Like it or not, some of us find this situation a deal breaker. The banks just don't seem to get it.
 

Sardines are an acquired taste for me personally. In my childhood I could not even bear the thought of eating a fish whole, but over the years I have amassed those experiences which amend themselves to new and exotic things. With those experiences came the enjoyment of sardines.

I certainly would indulge them in a variety of ways even though I may not have tried them. To date, my favorite form of the delicacy has to be those fresh sardines served at restaurants on the Amalfi Coast of Southern Italy ... for breakfast no less.

The memories are still fresh in my mind.

Today we have another National Sardines Day. The day is designed to have people take note of sardines and their nutrition as well as the deliciousness one might not readily recognize or acknowledge.

Suffice it to say I could eat them several times weekly.

While I enjoy the fish on crackers and such most of all I also indulge them cooked in a variety of ways. I have even partaken of them raw at the sushi bar. At each encounter I have enjoyed sardines more and more.