40RatRod
40RatRod's JournalWhy Trump is afraid of Putin
Trump is afraid of Putin because when Trump visited him in Russia during his first term as President, I recall seeing a video of Trump in a dark hall and appearing sceared. The hall led to the main room as he entered the large room, it was clear trump was not only sceared but possibly teriffied. He steped up and sat down in a chair looking straight ahead. Is it possible the the story of Trump having a golden shower with Putin's prostutes or perhaps it could have just been straight sex. In either, it would be devastating for Trump should he have been taped as many claim. At present day, Putin is the one telling Trump what to do instead of listening to what Trump wants him to do.
Since today is President's day
Donald Trump would not a pimple on the ass of a real President
What I saw on Air Force One
When I was a young air force member stationed in Puerto Rrico I tested Jet Engiines. Just before I tested on day, I saw my supervisor running from the main hanger toward the test cell so I ran to meet him. He said "Don't ask questions. Go home and put on your formal uniform and go to the Air Terminal. It was on the otherside of the runway so it took me a while to get there but a senior NCO saw me and had me stand with three other airmen also in dressed uniform. We were still told nothing. After about 15 miniutes, we saw Air Force One coming in for a landing . He told the four of us that when the President comes doown the ladder to salute the president as he comes down.
After the aircraft taxied up to the terminal door, Lady Bird Johnson stepped out of the plane. LBJ immediatley pulled her back in and he came out and walked doown the ladder with her following LBJ.
After they left, I was getting ready to leave, a Seargent in the doorway of the aircraft caught my eye and motioned for me to come up so I did. He said he wanted to show me the inside of Air Force One. As we enterd and turned left and a few feet away was LBJ work dest which inclued a package of Air Force One Matches. He gave me a hand full and then he showed me the rest of the room which was beautiful. He then took me forward on the far right to enter another room. I was shocked. It was like paradise to me with incredible all the furniture which also had recliners which I had never heard of. He told me he could not show me the cockpit but had one more thing to show me. We went back to door by the ladder that I came up on but about six furhrer back he showed me the Dome Room which had seats circling the entire room and down and up. He said in case there would a crash, it woud protect anyone on board except for the Pilots.
I paased out the matches to my friends because they would not believe me.
By the next day, LBJs plan for the next couple of days and since Sunday he was going to church, my wife and went so she could see him. There were hundreds of people on each side of the sidewalk to catch a glimpse of LBJ.
After 20 of military service, it seems like a dream that security was so slack.
Another poem of my mothers
A GLORIOUS MOTHER'S DAY
The sun rose early that morning in the East
And as it began to climb slowly into the sky, she slowly died.
As the sun rose that morning it became a beautiful, golden day.
The leaves of the trees were out and the flowers were full of blossoms.
But the breath had gone ut of one.
One that was loved, one that was cherished.
She was a Mother, She was a friend.
She was a peacemaker until the end.
Her body was tired and wornwith wear and tear.
She had worked so hardit could not last.
Her body died but her memory remained.
She went to heaven that morning to be with Jesus.
She left her mother, her father.
She left her husband and their children.
But,
She gained heaven, She gained a new body.
She gained a new home that was in glory.
She left us that morning, she left us that day.
She left us on a beautiful morning, a glorious Mothe's Day.
I visited with my mom just before she died.
My Mother's Poems
As I get older, I didn't want my kides to have go through boxes that have been in the attic after I am gone. After I brought them down and started going through them I was in shock. My Mother had written hundreds of poems. Here is the first one I read.
I rubbed shoulders with a man today
Who had no sight to see him on his way.
But, oh, the things he sees that I don't see
Will make a better man of me.
I hope.
I rubbed shoulders with a sail boy
Who in the battle lost the will to live.
He cannot walk again but
He has so much more of love to give.
I know.
I rubbed shoulders with a child today.
A child whose days a numbered few.
Had I but the powerI would give him ageless years
wish.
The shoulder that we rub today
Will never pass this way again.
Smiles kind words, a little pat
To ease the aches and pains of time we remembered.
Thank you, Lord.
This was writeen by her when she was in good health and didn't know
that these thing wouldhappen to her.
Elvis Presely is alive!!!!
He is a little older than I am.
When I get in my car, it is programed to immediatly play Elvis CDs as soon as the engine starts.
I decided to visit Graceland and when I arrived both gates were open so I slowly drove up takeing it all in. When I got to the front steps, the people sitting out on the proch were giving me the evil eye so I kept going and exited and drove down to Grave Yard but I didn't see Elvis's grave. It was covered wiith momentos people had left so I decided to go back home.
I am in my mid 80s but as long as I am alive, Elvis will be alive too.
My Life
After a 20 year military career in the USAF, I retired and took a civil service job which required frequentl travel to support military bases all over the world to bring their weapon systems up to date with the latest software. I enjoyed that but hated to travel all the time. I once was the only passenger on a flight from Atlanta to Los Angeles. Once I started assisting updating the software in Europe, I hated the long flights but enoyed meetiing all the military personell and assisted in getting the job done at each location. It gave me a chance to see much of the world which I enjoyed. I spent so much time alone, I started writing a book on all the flights. After it was published, I gave copies to my family and friends.
I hate traveling anywhere now.
This is the link to my book. There are two with the same title. This is the link to my book. There are two with the same title.
https://www.democraticunderground.com/?com=view_post&forum=1193&pid=23699
Last time I checked, there were only a couple of copies still available
My wife of over 60 years
and I voted in Georgia today and when we gave each other a high five I can't describe the wonderful feeling.
I SAW A PICTURE OF TRUMP HUGGING JESUS
15 MINUTES LATER, JESUS REALIZED TRUMP HAD STOLRN HIS MONEY.
SORRY i COULDN'T GET THE PICTURE TO POST
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