My Second Fiddle.

I'm not going to lie, I kinda idolize Heath Leadger's portrayal of The Joker, however, it makes me sad to see people taking things too seriously. A soldier dressed and wearing face-paint like The Joker was shot and killed by police in the Shenandoah National Park after he pointed a loaded shotgun at them after a chase

It further saddens me that this guy was in the Army. He also has a badge over his heart that shows that he was under direct enemy contact at least once. The article doesn't say...but the guy probably has PTSD, which just goes to show that we still have progress to make in addressing Soldiers who return from Iraq with more mental baggage than they left with.

Don't get me wrong, I think the Army has made leaps and strides in addressing the many, many concerns of our Soldiers. But life is a continual struggle for improvement and I believe we have a ways to go.

I received my French press maker two days ago and I’ve started to become proficient at it. It is by far way better than drip coffee, so much so that I’ve already gathered a small group of loyal followers who congregate around Armand (that’s what I named him). Pretty soon I will be playing the fiddle and leading them to the edge of a cliff to jump into the seas below to be swept away by the strong tides. Alas, it is inevitable. Sooner or later I have to ditch my followers; it us impossible to be dark and mysterious with lemmings following you wherever you go ;-)