Today I was taken to task for being angry by a long-time friend because I related a story rooted in reality. They wanted to know when I became so angry.

Well, I deleted their comment. Hey, it’s my timeline and I’m not hanging out to be judged by someone with all their own issues. 

It was the second deletion of the week. I was deleted from a Navy group (just the comment, not my membership) because all the old codgers were bemoaning the Navy changing uniforms again. 

Now, to be fair, my beloved Navy changes uniforms like some people change socks. But aside from their reckless waste of money over the years, this change at least introduces fire resistant uniforms into the fleet. 

Style isn’t my forte. While I think the last few uniform changes were silly looking, I have to endorse not having your uniform melt to your skin in a fire. At any rate, all of the old farts were crying that they should bring back the dungaree uniform.

I liked the look of dungarees: prison chain gang with a Dixie Cup hat. Seriously, we looked like felons out for a day’s work. Best of all, they had pockets you were not allowed to use – we did anyway – for wallets and smokes. They always looked like hell when you travelled, and without a thorough ironing you seemed a mess at all times. But other than the fact they were flammable, looked like hell without a lot of maintenance, had crappy pockets, and were worn in several major correctional institutions they did have the joy of having been worn in countless motion pictures in the 20th century.

I remarked that if they were so wonderful (and made the points above) how many of the old men whining were wearing them that day? I personally wore jeans and a blue cotton shirt for over a decade as a work uniform in civilian life, but it was all cotton and didn’t stick to your skin in melty globs when you got near a fire. Fire is a big issue on ships – nowhere to run, you have to fight it.

Anywho, I had my comment deleted within hours. Fair enough. Similarly I am the moderator of my own page. I delete people as well. Sometimes because they are crude (funny, on the money, but not fit for the consumption of some of my current friends) and occasionally because they question my character. I am a sensitive, caring, urban male (now rural) and object to anyone saying I’m intolerant. So I delete them.

That about sums up this rant. Now, back to my usual Sunday activities.

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