My views on politics, life, death, the army, and other things too miscellaneous to mention here. This is a personal blog. This blog is 100% factual.
Bill Duckwing
Poet, Author, Journalist
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"There are some myths and untruths surrounding the role God plays in our daily lives. To say that religion and politics do not mix, is certainly a myth, unless you ask a liberal. Anything that affects a Christian (and voting is one of them) — enters into the religious realm. Trying to separate the two is like trying to separate oil from a glass of water, it's impossible to do. "
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Thursday, April 28, 2005
Getting Old Sucks
Lately I've been subjected to any number of chronic physical discomforts, all which have manifested themselves in the last six months or so. It's kind spooky, and I've never been close to even being a closet hypochondriac, but is there some age where you're body just falls to shit? Is it your somewhere in your late twenties?
Symptoms include, but are not limited to:
Aching bones, particularly in my legs, which have been feeling slightly, dare I say -arthritic. A dull constant pain and a certain sluggishness. This probably concerns me the most, since within the last five years I've fractured bones in my left leg 3 times. Ankle, fibula, and the big toe. I still actutely fracturing the big toe. Even when I broke my fibula, I was able to walk myself to my car and take myself to the emergency room. The pain was so slight that I even sat in my bed for a bit and wondered if maybe I just twisted my leg something good. Not so with the big toe. I could barely handle keeping my balance while stand upright. Two of my friends had to escourt me to my car while I hopped along with them with my right foot.
Extremely dry skin. This has actually alleivated itself a couple of weeks ago, but for awhile my skin was so dry I made a habit the layers off while sitting around bored at work.
Those are the two big things. The dry skin thing is mostly cosmetic -walking around like a undead corpse with dry flesh peeling off of your face isn't the most appealing thing to observe. But the stiff joints worries me a bit more. I generally think to keep myself in good physical shape, with some lapses every once in a while. But maybe I'm just getting older.
A huge lump has been growing out of my prostrate lately. It kinda freaks me out a little. It's feels sorta cancerous, but it's hard to tell. I mean, I feel sick and stuff, but how do you real self-diagnose yourself with cancer? I think I'm going to obsess myself with this the next few weeks, y'know, really work myself up, and then go visit the emergancy room.
Of course, it's possible I'm entirely full of shit. I'll follow up the next time I visit my doc.
-duckwing, at 9:53 PM
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
My Belated Thoughts on Pope Benedict XVI
Oh my god, I can't believe it's been over a month! Holy shit, they elected a fucking Nazi as the Pope! Holy fuck, where have I been?
All Hail Pope Ratso Rizzo XVI. Oh well, at least he seems to be having a good time.
-duckwing, at 11:22 PM
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