Whatever

 Just think of all the stories I'll have to tell the grandkids...

They'll probably never know me because I'll be assassinated for the First Amendment, but the apple doesn't fall from the tree, eh?  

My own grandfather was murdered in Chicago in 1976; I never knew the man.  He was no free speech warrior, that's all I know.  He had an unsavory past.  One thing I was told was that he ran away to join the Navy when he was underage.  He was in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, on the day the Japanese bombed the place in 1942.  He jumped off the dock to avoid a bomb and broke his leg.  Somehow or another, the Navy learned he was underage and discharged him. But that wasn't the end of old John; he went on to join the Army Air Corps and served at the base where Chuck Yeager learned to fly.  Then he met my grandmother, got her pregnant, and ran off into the sunset, wherever that was.  I guess it was Chicago.     

We didn't know him or anything about him until after he died.  I was actually named after my father's brother, Johnny.  

Anyway, what am I supposed to do?  I'm a writer, and somebody tried to kill me in 2022, so I'm more interested in finding out who did it than anybody else.   Would you lie down and shut the hell up if someone poisoned you, then lied to the cops about you, which essentially caused a major disruption in your life and business? Then to endure the non-stop harassment from a bunch of crooked cops after the fact? I should just take that lying down? They had my stupid neighbors out there photographing everyone who came and went, writing down license plate numbers, and so forth.  It got so sleazy that I left.  Whatever.          

I'm pretty sure the bible is filled with examples of folks who didn't take their setbacks lying down.  Jesus took his beating standing up, like a man.  That's why I read the bible all the time.  Fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.   

Be advised.