I have a fairly quick temper. It's gotten me into trouble more times than I can count.
Getting older has mellowed me to an extent. I'm not objective enough to say to what extent, 'cause certain things still anger me to a point that's scary sometimes.
The behavior of Fred Phelps and his Westboro Baptist Church at the funerals of our dead heroes has, on more than one occasion, made me happy that Fred and his Zoo are several hundred miles away, lest I be tempted to do something I later might regret. (I'd be ashamed to admit the thoughts that have passed through this old skull about Fred and his clan.)
My outrage at this hateful bunch was replaced with joy when I first read the reaction of a group called The Patriot Guard to this poison. The Guard Riders quickly neutered Fred Phelp's ninnies.
(Neutered Ninnies? I like that!)
Would you like to take a front-row seat at a PGR ride?
Go here and ride along with Jim as he and the PGR provide an escort to one of our fallen heroes. If you like what you read, drop down and read his post below about how "La Nina" came into his life and led to his involvement with the PGR.
Good on ya Jim. You make us proud!