Socialists and fanatics have manifestos… why not cranky old guys? Here’s mine.
My path is my path. I may share it with others but I walk it alone.
My best year, month, day, minute, second is now, always now.
I work out to be as strong and healthy as I can.
Family counts for me and and I count for them.
Experience is my guide, not my chains.
I act when I know I should.
My fuel is food that is fresh, natural, and real.
Honor is my foundation – my word is my bond.
I know how to fight. You may be younger, faster and stronger. You may even win. But you’re going to be one hurting son-of-a-bitch if you do.
If I get knocked down, I will get up. Again, and again and again.
Death is approaching. I accept it, but I’m sure as hell going to fight it.
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