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I pray daily. Yangdu and I have an altar in our home and we do puja almost everyday. We try to follow the teachings of Buddha and I hold the Dalai Lama up as an example with which to conduct my life. But there are times......
I am old and a little crippled. I am recovering from open heart surgery. I am not the man that I once was. BUT, I carry in my genes some traits that make me what I am. As my brother Yvsa knew without me telling him there is Cherokee blood this old worn out heart is pumping. As my brother Ray Chiappelli knows there is old Roman blood pumping through these veins. There is Prussian, British and more. And when the blood boils it overcomes me. Rusty once described it as "the faint smell of gunsmoke" as I recall and I was astounded by his astuteness. He is truly a brother and a very wise one. I cannot fool everybody.
When a man attacks me or wrongs me personally I can handle this generally but when he does wrong to or attacks my loved ones, my brothers or my nieces and nephews, I view it differently. I want to retaliate.
If I could find this man who ran Chokpa down and drove away I would like to do so. He is most likely younger and stronger than me but I am older and wiser and I have my antique .38 that has two marks on the handle and my favorite khukuri that has already killed. When that combination of blood boils in my veins I want to kill easily and wisely and with the sweet taste of vengance. I want to track that man down and let him know who I am first and why I am killing him and then I want to gut shoot him.
This is my confessional.
God help me overcome my weaknesses and give me strength.
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Blessings from the computer shack in Reno.
Uncle Bill
Himalayan Imports Website
Khukuri FAQ
Himalayan Imports Archives (18,000+ posts)
I am old and a little crippled. I am recovering from open heart surgery. I am not the man that I once was. BUT, I carry in my genes some traits that make me what I am. As my brother Yvsa knew without me telling him there is Cherokee blood this old worn out heart is pumping. As my brother Ray Chiappelli knows there is old Roman blood pumping through these veins. There is Prussian, British and more. And when the blood boils it overcomes me. Rusty once described it as "the faint smell of gunsmoke" as I recall and I was astounded by his astuteness. He is truly a brother and a very wise one. I cannot fool everybody.
When a man attacks me or wrongs me personally I can handle this generally but when he does wrong to or attacks my loved ones, my brothers or my nieces and nephews, I view it differently. I want to retaliate.
If I could find this man who ran Chokpa down and drove away I would like to do so. He is most likely younger and stronger than me but I am older and wiser and I have my antique .38 that has two marks on the handle and my favorite khukuri that has already killed. When that combination of blood boils in my veins I want to kill easily and wisely and with the sweet taste of vengance. I want to track that man down and let him know who I am first and why I am killing him and then I want to gut shoot him.
This is my confessional.
God help me overcome my weaknesses and give me strength.
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Blessings from the computer shack in Reno.
Uncle Bill
Himalayan Imports Website
Khukuri FAQ
Himalayan Imports Archives (18,000+ posts)