My Twilight Years at 84
If you realize each day is a gift, you may be near my
age.
As I enjoy my twilight years, I am often struck by the
inevitability that the party must end.
There will be a clear, cold morning when there isn’t any “more”. No more hugs, no more special moments to
celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat.
It seems to me that one of the important things to do
before that morning comes, is to let every one of your family and friends know
that you care for them by finding simple ways to let them know that you care
for them by finding simple ways to let them know your heartfelt beliefs and the
guiding principles of your life so they can always say, “He was my friend, and
I know where he stood.”
So, just in case I’m gone tomorrow, please know this:
I voted against that incompetent, lying, flip-flopping,
insincere, double-talking, radical socialist, terrorist excusing, bleeding
heart, narcissistic, scientific and economic moron currently in the White
House! Participating in a gun buy-back
program because you think that criminals have too many guns is like having
yourself castrated because you think your neighbors have too many kids.
Regards, Clint
Make my day—Pass it on!
Revised from earlier post:
This was on my brother’s FaceBook site, and he had seen on
another’s site… I went to the site mentioned by Bish Denham, then to the
YouTube of the RNC 2011 convention where Clint Eastwood site was a guest speaker. With snips and bits, this letter was put
together.
Altho the letter in itself is not written in one piece,
Clint Eastwood has said each individual point throughout the years.
And that doesn’t bother me.
I believe every word put together, whether by cut and paste or by his
moral fiber.
