Hillz and lil Johnny

Hillary and Little Johnny
Hillary Clinton goes to a gifted-student primary school in New York to talk about the world. After her talk she offers question time.
One little boy puts up his hand. Hillary asks him what his name is.
Kenneth," he says.
"And what is your question, Kenneth?" she asks.
"I have three questions," he says.
"First -- whatever happened in Benghazi?
"Second -- why would you run for president if you are not capable of handling two e-mail accounts?
"And, third -- whatever happened to the missing six billion dollars while you were Secretary of State?"
Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess.
When they resume Hillary says, "Okay, where were we? Oh, that's right, question time.
Who has a question?"
A different boy -- little Johnny -- puts his hand up. Hillary points to him and asks him what his name is.
"Johnny," he says.
"And what is your question, Johnny?" she asks.
"I have five questions," he says.
"First -- whatever happened in Benghazi?
"Second -- why would you run for president if you are not capable of handling two e-mail accounts?
"Third -- whatever happened to the missing six billion dollars while you were Secretary of State?
"Fourth -- why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes early?
"And, fifth -- where's Kenneth?"

And a short while at that.

Today Ray Carter passed away .  I had the time and opportunity to visit with him before his passing and frankly we said all that was needed.

I met ray a handful of years ago when he came to our little blogmeet  out here in the wilds of Colorado  and to say he was a bit nervous would be an understatement .  A Gay West Coast city boy suddenly finding himself in the wilds of knuckle dragging farm/ranch country was almost too much for him to process , right up until he found that no one really cared about any of the " issues "  that were so prominent in the city. Besides  he could strap that big ol S&W on his hip and walk down the street  without inciting so much as a second glace .  He took an almost childish delight in doing just that and before long had procured for himself a cowboy style rig for it to ride in .  Kinda dirty Harry meet Zorro the gay blade or some such .
  Ray fell in love with the area and people here  and at one point brought his Mother  out here seriously house shopping ., however  life never quite worked out that way for him .  He made the pilgrimage to Blogarado every year without fail  and we visited quite a bit between his appearances online and via the phone 
We discussed many topics but usually one of his passions either Gay rights or Gun rights .  Ray and I didn't exactly see eye to eye on all the nuances of either issue  but we never failed to discuss our difference of opinions as adults  and both gave the other much to think about , at times even inciting a change of opinion from one or the other . 
Ray was a passionate man who embraced life and friends fully at every opportunity be it shooting on the range with us, inciting mayhem in the course of the evening " shoptalks "     or making his lasagne or grits .. only damned grits worth eating I might add .
Today , as all too often happens Cancer took my friend .  It didn't beat him because he never gave in , he never quit planning tomorrow . It could and did kill his body , but nothing on this good earth could kill his spirit and optimism .
I choose not to wish Ray had more time because the time he would have had was an existence in hell  on earth.  Rather I choose to rejoice in the time we had and reflect on the fact that I am a richer man for having known him and grateful for the lessons he taught me simply by being himself.
If there happen to be feedreaders where you are Ray , be assured that one day we will again share a range , a conversation , and a meal ...  so DON'T loose that damned grits recipe .