D85 40H 'Secret Service Woke me, for Dinner.' SL txt vid

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D85 40H 'Secret Service Woke me, for Dinner.' SL

It's pretty unbelievable I'll admit, and I'm watching for what I'm missing, why the so-called activists love to target our men and women in uniform. I'm pretty comfortable, it's just because they want someone to tantrum about.  Maybe they're seeing  something that I'm not. I'm sure that's not the case. 

I settle in at nine at night on my patch of sidewalk because we homeless need to be up before six and scurry away like roaches so that people don't get upset.  About 10 I heard this voice calling fairly loudly in my direction.  Something about, well I'm not even sure, and I just assumed it was police based on the tone. I was correct, Secret Service.  More specifically, he wanted to see if I wanted half of my, of his, uneaten dinner, couple of beautiful pieces of chicken n some huge french fries, potato sticks really. 

He indicated surprise at seeing who the covered the up sleeping bag covered lump was.  It was an officer hmm, let's see, late 30s early 40s, former Air Force as I recall.  We chatted many times, very different views.  He's very right wing, always very respectful of each other, and with some mutual regard and respect. 

So whether it was by accident that it was me that he found, It's pretty well-known where I sleep by the Secret Service, but in any case, what genuine kindness.  So this guy was on his way to work and would be working all night late night shift.  It would've made perfect sense for them to keep that half of the dinner for mid-shift; could take a snack on it. Probably throw it in the microwave and warm it up, but no, he wanted to give it to a homeless person or me.  The Secret Service here in DC at least, these are the insane humane or borderline insane humane, fairly simple bighearted guys, I know they often, if not constantly extend genuine kindnesses to the homeless, almost never a hint of condescension, practically never.  Toward me, quite the opposite.  Guys I've never seen, as I'm headed toward my nightly roost, just the kindest , most respectful 'hello' or 'have a good night.'  'Be safe.' 

Even the few activists that I think are worthy of the name, that I know  and respect, have some respect for me,  don't get my view, and yet you know what, the two that I hold, the three that I hold in the highest regard are all prior military and yet they don't get it.

About our only admirable citizens are men and women in uniform. Sure, there are some thugs and in some parts the country they're, they're almost all thugs, the Nazi mentality, thuggish,  I should say, redeemable in most cases such a large percentage have taken the job because they want to do good, the best way they know how because no one else has shown them a different way. 

So it was the nicest meal  I've had in quite a while.  A fellow that works with the city homeless outreach arrange for me to get on food stamps about a month and a half ago.  I'm now taking about 6-700 calories a day, whatever.  Well this past week at CVS, they accept food stamps for food items, Progresso soups have been four for five dollars and my food stamp allotment is six dollars a day.  I figure I donate about $1000 worth of day in, in uh, time and effort,  America and humanity.  So, I'm totally fine with accepting six dollars a day, seeing as if I did it for decades that wouldn't make a dent in the taxes  that I've paid.  Pretty interesting, very cold today, excuse me, it feels very cold mid to upper 40s, without any body fat I feel it much more than I used to.