It was called Operation Overlord and it was meticulously planned and ultimately victorious. But it was a cluster fuck in terms of execution. It was sheer will that won the day, not superior military tactics.

For the past five days, I have stormed the cliff at Omaha beach seized fields and farmhouses. Been sniped out, machine gunned, and gaffled up by pudgy Nazi troops yelling, “AMERICANA!” Finally, I had to massacre about 100 Nazis from a 150-foot cilo as they set up mortar bases in teams of two a mile around me in a total sphere.

But I finally did it.

And my son finally went number two in the potty…and he flushed and washed his hands.

It’s the little victories that turn the berries of life blacker and make their taste that much sweeter.

And I didn’t post a damn thing this weekend because I’ve made a new pact with you, dear reader. I’m not going to post something on this blog unless it means something, unless it has weight.

I’m not going to tell you what I think about the mundanities of life. Frankly, I don’t give a shit about Dick Cheney shooting a 78-year old lawyer in the face because the truth is that I wish the accidental shooting of lawyers took place more often in this country. But you can’t say that and have it come off as funny as when you speak it.

And I’m still holding onto a podcast that could change the world. In less than 25 minutes, Jason and I connected quantum physics, cultural cosmology, artistic aesthetics, and personal psychology into a spiritual silver sabre that will pierce the dragon’s heart and rescue the princess from the tower. But I’m savoring the sheen of the blade in the moonlight before sneaking up and plunging the blade into the atrium of the great beast. I want to see its eyes when the blade hits its mark and the bell tolls again in America and around the world.

We storm these beaches every day.

And with little victories come tick mark celebrations that we ingest among solitary cave walls with blood scratched bisons and thoughts of sympathetic magic through spear and rebirth.

David Gilmour, the master guitarist of Pink Floyd legend is coming out with a new album and it makes me want to point my rifle to the sky and shoot bullets at Apollo.

It makes me want to fight through the foliage and wash my dragon weapon in the sea once again.

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