PooPoo Heads and Big Meanies

[CosmicVanna]

I'd honor parents and every tiny memory I'd hold precious every day every moment. You're lucky to have grown up around parents, especially two parents, no matter how good or bad or in between they were, they were yours. My father was murdered at a young age 44 when I was 12. I *awoke* at his funeral to his 21 Gun Salute at Fort Rosecrans Nat'l Cemetery overlooking the ocean. 7 guns x 3. I've been awake ever since. He was in the Royal Air Force during WW2. 

If I said any more, it would turn into political facts that Americans have ZERO clues about. So I remain, silent.