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Gender: Male
Hometown: Puyallup, Washington
Member since: 2001
Number of posts: 61,816

About Me

I truly believe that we will all live in peace and brotherhood someday. And so that I don't lose my faith in humanity, I will live my life as if that day had already happened.

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Keeping the celebration going tonight with a classic Rob Roy.

Whiskey, sweet vermouth, bitters, and a cherry.

Can’t wait to see the mug shot…

I'm a fifty-four year-old man who calls pajamas "jammies".

I make no apologies for that.

Carry on...

Happy Indictment Day Whiskey Buzz. Ask me anything.

Correct answers not guaranteed.

Enjoying a Prince Edward; whiskey, Lillet Blanc, and Drambui. Yummy!

I love you all…

Send that f*****g nimrod up the river!…

Anyone else noticing access hiccups on DU just now?

I wonder if we're about to get hit with a cyber attack...

Hope all the Loungers can join me for a celebratory drinking thread this evening! Much to celebrate!

Have a nice Friday and see you tonight!

"Dear James Comey,

Called that play a little early, didn't you?



Looks like Don Jr. and Eric will need to get jobs mowing lawns after school.


As I was leaving the house this morning, I found myself thinking about my grandfather.

I remember that he carried everything, everything, in the breast pocket of his shirt (invariably a short-sleeve white button-up, like NASA Mission Control). Glasses, garage-door opener, about a thousand pens, etc. He even used a pocket protector, poor guy. When I was a kid, I thought it had something to do with being old.

As I was leaving the house, I found myself slapping my jacket pockets to make sure I had everything; reading glasses, phone, pen, COVID mask, etc. Then I realized I seem to be turning into my grandfather.

That's as far as I'm taking the comparison, though. I ain't drinking that crappy Texas beer he liked...

Love and acceptance isn't a one-way street. LGBTQ people made me feel valued and accepted.

I was a shy, awkward, straight, cisgender kid serving as a tanker in the U.S. Army at the height of the 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' madness. While I fell firmly on the side of LGBTQ people being able to serve openly in the military, I was all alone on that one with my fellow soldiers. When the subject came up, their retort was always "How would you like to have to shower next to one of them?"

Long story short: My appreciation for "The Rocky Horror Picture Show' introduced me to the LGBTQ community in Louisville, Kentucky, not far from my post at Fort Knox. My new friends seemed a little bowled over that there were any LGBTQ-friendly people in the Army. But they accepted me into their community, and I felt a lot more valued and appreciated with them than I ever did in that den of toxic masculinity at Knox. I think I was their pet gay-friendly soldier, and I'm still in touch with many of them to this day.

"The Adventures Of Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert."

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