14 – Sex is for the Brave
I met The Lady In Black – the woman in the song: all my life she has ridden at my side when I was in dark places… in Harms Way
She came to me one morning,
one lonely Sunday morning,
her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind.
I know not how she found me,
for in darkness I was walking,
and destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win.
Which it could have come true if not for me and Herman The German. Herman The Bullet Freak.
Here we were coming out of the Hippy 60’s with Carlos Santana and the Lunatic 70’s headed for apartheid Africa
>>History:
Two years before I went in to the Army In, 1969, aged 21 and armed with grenades and handguns, Leila Khaled, aged 25 and also armed with grenades and handguns, became the first woman ever to hijack an airliner, diverting a TWA flight to Damascus, where she escaped after securing the release of hostages in exchange for political prisoners, and destroying the plane on the ground.
Leila went on to undergo plastic surgery, and repeat the exercise on a larger scale a year later, when she was involved in a coordinated series of hijack operations culminating in the exploding of three airliners in Jordan, and another in Egypt.
But Leila’s attempt to gain control of an El Al flight in Amsterdam went disastrously wrong. As she and her Nicaraguan accomplice Patrick Arguello attempted to storm the cabin midair, the pilot pulled the throttle, sending the plane into nosedive. Arguello was shot dead in midair by plainclothes security guards, but Leila escaped alive, spending 28 days in Ealing Jail before she was freed in a deal between British Prime Minister Edward Heath and Egypt’s Col. Gamal Abdel Nasser.
On 26 January 1972, a JAT DC-9 en route from Copenhagen to Zagreb and Belgrade exploded 33,000 feet over Srbska-Kamenice in Czechoslovakia. Just 16 days after I commenced my Tour of Duty in the Armed Forces. Tricky Dicky was still to be impeached. Three months before we were due to flee Rhodesia, March and April of 1973 saw the start of the unraveling of the Watergate cover-up. On March 23, one of the five burglars convicted after the Watergate break-in, James W. McCord, informed U.S. District Judge John J. Sirica that he was being pressured to remain silent. On April 20, acting FBI Director L. Patrick Gray resigned after admitting he had destroyed Watergate evidence under pressure from Nixon aides. Ten days later, four of Nixon’s top officials resigned: Chief of Staff H.R. Haldeman; Domestic Affairs Assistant John Ehrlichman; Attorney General Richard Kleindienst; and Presidential Counsel John Dean.
The cover of Playboy mag had a close up chest shot of a red partially unzipped Red Swimsuit. I liked the suit I liked so much, I ordered one for you…well for me Actually. And on the same day you told me that I was a father of a girl who would change our lives…
Your friends called you “unruly” or “immoral”. Ragazza! Your mother called you “incorrigible”, and the Public Defender was noted to mention the words, “way-ward” and “beyond parental control”. Applied to the young girl that I knew you were, all they meant was “she likes to fuck”.
But they could not leave it at that.
“The cat is out of the bag”, you would say in company, when you wanted to warn me that you were getting horny Or, as I heard you refer to it privately: “the pussy is out of control”.
Then Events Like This,,,,,,
Procreation is for Animals – Sex is for the Brave
Passion is what one is, rather than what one does: “Lupo my eyes see only you”, you say…Quien Sera….
All things have life. Living though, is for the Bold. The crazy. Or the Dangerous
In the sum total of human affairs to govern or to be governed, to do or to be done by, there is always this one common equation. The balance between those that do and the ever expectant those who are done by, who wait for fulfillment.
So these three questions you have to ask yourself:
Do I want that which I see?
Can I make it part of me?
Will it be worth my life?
OR
Do I like it?
Where will I keep it?
Will it make me come?
After all if it is worth living for it should be worth dying for. Or from. And I almost died for two of you. The rest of you managed to keep me alive.
