Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

I saw the following on FB and have to share. While I certainly don’t like every character Eastwood has played in films, he has also been the epitome of testosterone and grit in my mind. Incidentally, my son is named Eastwood. I was mean as a hornet when I was expecting him and knew I had to give him a name that represented grit and toughness. Anyway, I pray Mr. Eastwood surrenders to Jesus before it is too late, if he hasn’t already. Cause luck ain’t got nuthin’ to do with it.

This is taken from FB:


My Twilight Years at 84.
If you realize each day is a gift, you may be near my age. As I enjoy my twilight years, I am often struck by the inevitability that the party must end. There will be a clear, cold morning when there isn’t any “more.” No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat. It seems to me that one of the important things to do before that morning comes, is to let every one of your family and friends know that you care for them by finding simple ways to let them know your heartfelt beliefs and the guiding principles of your life so they can always say, “He was my friend, and I know where he stood.” So, just in case I’m gone tomorrow, please know this: I voted against that incompetent, lying, flip-flopping, insincere, double-talking, radical socialist, terrorist excusing, bleeding heart, narcissistic, scientific and economic moron currently in the White House! Participating in a gun buy-back program because you think that criminals have too many guns is like having yourself castrated because you think your neighbors have too many kids. Regards, Clint
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