What a clusterbomb . . . Can anything else go wrong?

Well, a lot, really. But the week has has its frustrations: Big debut ruined by hardware failure, then OS failure, then phone failure when I hit Bristol for the week, then two must-have tires, and a wheel rim that had to be bent back in shape (well, as good as we could get it because money was running out). Yes, life is worse in Somalia, and no, I haven't been losing sleep, but networking for free in McD's, while a handy accoutrement to modern life, doesn't cut it for blogging bandwidth. So here are some more Marines as a teaser. Semper Gumby (Semper Flexibilis), as they say in the Corps. Adapt, Improvise, Overcome. Stay tuned!

Photo by Mike Williamson of part of company-sized honor element and Marine Band for the Old Man. (I'll level it off when I get back on the Mac.)

O Muse, Sing to Me! Arrrrrrgh!

Repurposing a blog is one very huge pain in the you-know-what -- especially when it didn't have a whole lot of purpose to begin with!

Well, I have purpose now.

My father's funeral over a month ago had a huge impact on me. I learned lessons about love, about grief and sadness, about the love of Christ, about loyalty, beauty, liturgy, mortality, memory, eternity and the Communion of Saints.I also found relief. I'll be writing about those. Promise. Meantime, I'm posting a picture of the stern colonel as inspiration.

On the racks and available at Amazon; buy it!

Well, the book on Doc is finally out, and it's good, and they did a good job with my photo. Buy it.

http://www.facebook.com/jmhudson?v=wall&story_fbid=110642158986163



And here's the book's endplate:

Now I can breathe again. Whew!

OK, I have a kid who would benefit enormously from "free" health insurance. But when He "ages out" of our plan, we'll be happy to help him find some way to get it -- without a government dole.

http://www.boston.com/news/special/politics/2010/senate/results.html

Happy Martin Luther King Day!

Happy Martin Luther King Day!

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I've linked this from the Rev. Paul McCain's Cyberbrethren blog because it best expresses my sentiments about MLK Day. If you think this is a dumb holiday, then maybe you need a different skin color and a few slaves in your family tree.

The Consensus of Purer Antiquity and Lutheranism

The Consensus of Purer Antiquity and Lutheranism

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Aldous Huxley and Mike Wallace . . .

http://www.hrc.utexas.edu/multimedia/video/2008/wallace/huxley_aldous.html

Gee, Is It Really a Right? I Mean, Fundamentally?

This status suddenly is popping up on the Facebook pages of all my lib friends:

"No one should die because they cannot afford health care, and no one should go broke because they get sick. If you agree, please post this as your status today."

Gee, will I go to hell if I don't change my status and send this to 25 of my friends?

So I've changed my status thusly:

"Somewhere along the way, some came to believe that "'affordable' (or free), quality health care" for all, citizen and non-citizen alike, is a heaven-granted right that's buried somewhere in the U.S. Constitution. How came this to be, and why at this moment? Seriously. And I'm staking no position here."

RIP Luther Martin Elvis Hudson

I've not posted to this blog since I created it, chiefly out of sadness, partially from laziness, greatly because I don't have anything that I think is important to say. I'll address only the sadness: Luther, this blog's namesake, lost his duel with a pickup truck on June 11, 2006, and in my grief I put him ignominiously in a garbage bag and dropped him in a hole up by the road and then covered him and the hole with lots of large rocks. Thus endeth Luther Martin Elvis Hudson, my first dog in 30+ years and still, more than 3 years later, a hole in my life.

More later.

Why "Luther's Deer Leg"?

Welcome to "Luther's Deer Leg." I'll have a lot to say about our dog, Luther, here, so it seems appropriate to name this blog for him and for the deer leg that he has buried, dug up, reburied and carried about for the past three months. Sometimes the leg is left lying in the front yard. Sometimes it's left in the driveway. Luther likes to carry it about; he trots with it locked in his tiny jaws of death. He carries it with his head held high. He's proud of his trophy -- and he doesn't want to drag it, since it's heavy to begin with. Luther likes to gnaw on it, of course, and after he has gnawed and slobbered and gotten it good and nasty, he like to rub his face all over it. Then he rolls on it. He rolls and rolls. He stinks. He loves it.

So, Luther and I welcome you to "Luther's Deer Leg." What will you find here? You'll find self-indulgent musings from Luther's dad, of course. You'll also find encomiums to Luther, cairn terrier extraordinaire, laird of LutherLand, lead dog of West Botetourt.

Stay tuned.

John, Luther's dad