This is absolutely in the “too cool” category. I won’t spoil the video. Just watch it. Setting: Smithsonian’s National Air and Space Museum in Washington DC.
Sometimes I really love my job, and today is one of those days. Today I get to write about a great cartoon strip written by a couple of great guys who happen to be incredibly loyal and supportive of our troops.
Drawn by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott (Rick does the lion’s share of the drawing; Jerry does most of the writing), the cartoon follows the life of a young couple with a growing family of infants and toddlers – and in the process describes the life of just about every family who has raised kids. Starting its run in 1990, it has become one of the most popular cartoons in America.
Rick Kirkman has also been a huge supporter of the troops, traveling to just about every major U.S. military hospital in the world to draw for military patients, and heading out to the front lines to put a smile on the faces of the Soldiers, Marines, Sailors, Airmen and Coastguardsmen stationed in combat zones.
Here he is in Iraq.
Here he is on board USS ENTERPRISE (CVN 65) during combat operations in the Indian Ocean.
He has been to Afghanistan too.
Rick and Jerry have a book out called BBXX, and if you are trying to decide on a good Christmas present for a family with kids, this is your gift. (Click here to read a review of the book in Comics Bulletin.)
Bonus link: While doing a little research, I stumbled upon a video that compresses two hours of Rick drawing a daily panel into into two minutes. (Click here to see the cool video.)
What has happened to us? Whatever happened to, you know, talking to people?
Electronic media has become too prolific. There are so many ways to tap out a quick text, email, instant message or what have you that it is almost becoming difficult to pick up the phone or (shudder) get out of the chair and actually talk to someone face to face.
I think we have become a passive-aggressive society.
The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines passive-aggressiveness as: “being, marked by, or displaying behavior characterized by the expression of negative feelings, resentment, and aggression in an unassertive passive way.”
In other words, we have become afraid of direct confrontation.
Good news is easy to deliver in person (“Congratulations – we just won the Battle E!”). It is the bad news that is left to the laptop. In the old days, before computers, leaders would call culprits into the office and tell them off. It was the honorable way to address a problem. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t pleasant, but it was dignified.
Now, when a Sailor needs an attitude adjustment, he or she gets a testy text message – sometimes in bold to add emotion.
I say go back to the old way. Have some backbone. Show some leadership. It is the right thing to do.
In fact, I feel so strongly about it, I’m thinking of sending the CNO an email.
Saw this smooth Army-Navy video. It’s great – and then I found out the lyrics were written by the son of my good buddy and Naval Academy graduate Roy Ledesma! Check it out:
“On a cool autumn afternoon in November 2005 the world seemingly ended for John and Stacey Holley. With the ringing of the doorbell and the appearance of uniformed military strangers on the porch of their North Idaho home, their quiet lives were shattered by the news that their son and only child SPC. Matthew J. Holley had been killed along with three other soldiers by a roadside bomb while on patrol in Taji, Iraq. He was a Combat Medic with the 101st Airborne Division out of Ft. Campbell, Kentucky.” (From moveamericaforward.org)
After the unspeakable, heart-wrenching moment all parents of military personnel fear, the family heard even more bad news. Their son was to be transported back to the United States as cargo.
What the Holleys did next would impact thousands of families in the years to come, ensuring our fallen would be treated with respect and dignity when they came home. Through their efforts, legislation was passed that guaranteed a proper return for servicemen and women who paid the ultimate sacrifice. An excellent article about the Holley’s mission can be read by clicking here.
If you would like to know how my Thanksgiving went, let me tell you about the aftermath and let you make your own assessment.
I weight approximately five pounds more tonight than I did this morning.
My blood sugar, if tested, would be high.
The wood in the wood pile is about half its original size.
I do not need to read sports websites to find the scores of the games.
The beer supply needs to be replenished.
The whipped cream dispenser needs to be replenished.
There are two less antacid pills in the jar.
I think I tore my Medial Collateral Ligament.
It was a day of fun, family, friends, food and football.
Happy Black Friday!