It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly...who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
I’m old, tired, and extremely pissed off at the state of the world.
As a former truck driver, former licensed psychiatric technician, and a former navy corpsman, I have a take like no other and I’m not afraid to tell it like it is.
I guarantee that, if nothing, I’m going to, at the very least, ruffle some feathers.
I now do back work for a living while posting memes, essays, and comments on Minds in my off time and I’m really happy to be here.
My Podcast:
https://open.spotify.com/show/6HQ24bUEKRLq3Lsaw0kdnE?si=usKQPrU2QtCBauljm4UIzQ