Good Morning Campers,

It’s Memorial Day.  A day we commemorate to the memory of the men and women who have given their all to the service of others.  This is what History.com has to say about Memorial Day.

Memorial Day is an American holiday, observed on the last Monday of May, honoring the men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. Memorial Day 2021 will occur on Monday, May 31.

Originally known as Decoration Day, it originated in the years following the Civil War and became an official federal holiday in 1971. Many Americans observe Memorial Day by visiting cemeteries or memorials, holding family gatherings and participating in parades. Unofficially, it marks the beginning of the summer season.

Early Observances of Memorial Day

The Civil War, which ended in the spring of 1865, claimed more lives than any conflict in U.S. history and required the establishment of the country’s first national cemeteries.

By the late 1860s, Americans in various towns and cities had begun holding springtime tributes to these countless fallen soldiers, decorating their graves with flowers and reciting prayers.

Did you know? Each year on Memorial Day a national moment of remembrance takes place at 3:00 p.m. local time.

It is unclear where exactly this tradition originated; numerous different communities may have independently initiated the memorial gatherings. And some records show that one of the earliest Memorial Day commemorations was organized by a group of formerly enslaved people in Charleston, South Carolina less than a month after the Confederacy surrendered in 1865. Nevertheless, in 1966 the federal government declared Waterloo, New York, the official birthplace of Memorial Day.

All of that is nice.  But, what is Memorial Day, really.  I know when I worked for the State Police, they always had a celebration for their fallen officers on Memorial Day.  And I know most, if not all, other police and fire departments do something similar.  And that, I believe, is appropriate.  They too, serve our fellow countrymen.  Defending us and protecting us.  And they too should be honored. 

In this current age of defunding the police and dishonoring the military, it shames me to see the state our country is headed towards.  But I know our campground does not fall into that abyss of evil, that mired swamp of pollution that the rest of the country may be headed towards and that this sacred campground that we all hold dear in our hearts will hold true this day and honor the men and women who’ve made that ultimate sacrifice for all of us.  To keep us safe from harm, to keep us free.

So, let us begin our Memorial Day issue.  Yes, there will be humor.  But, there will also be seriousness and time for reflection.  And at 1500 hrs on Monday, I hope we all stop what we are doing and take a moment to stand and bow our heads and say a short prayer of thanks for those who have gone before us and stand as honor guard and await our arrival at the Heavenly Paradise that is ultimate goal of us all.

I don’t know how much of that is true.  I’ve heard similar things in the past and Mrs. Dragon, who is a Genealogist, can’t seem to verify the accuracy of it, but says that she has seen it often enough that she believes it is true.

And there were so many more of them that didn’t get to then did.

Nope, that’s not what it’s about at all.  And it annoys me when, even History.com associates it with “the beginning of summer” and everyone I talk to is thinking of nothing but going camping, or partying or something else.

Take a minute to tell a young person about a Vet that you know who gave their all for your freedom.  If you don’t know anyone, let me know and I’ll be happy to tell you about Lethal Leprechaun…a dear friend and co-author of this ezine for many, many years.  Former Marine who finally succumbed to his wounds that he suffered with for many, many years that he received when a fellow Marine stepped on an IED in front of him and was killed.  His name is still across the masthead of this website and will stay there as long as this website exists, at least, as long as I’m in charge of it, I guess.

 

That one always … every single time … brings a tear to my eye.

The MOST expensive thing this country has ever paid for.

Wow!  I can’t believe I found that.  10 years ago … Now that brings a tear to my eye!  And that, I believe is a fitting end to the Memorial Day portion of this edition of Dragon Laffs.  It is still early, so I’m not sure if I’ll add more to this or not.  I guess we’ll see as the weekend progresses.

But before we go, Mrs. Dragon sent me another one that I have to share with you …

And one sent in by Pete that I really like … and I’ll probably keep adding to this part of the ezine as I get stuff until I publish …

Okay, now let’s put some laughter through here …

I wonder how many people have no idea what this is even a picture of.

From the International File comes our story of bozo criminal and Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet who mailed a letter bomb to an opposing faction’s leader. Unfortunately, our bozo did not put enough postage on the letter and it came back with “Return to Sender” stamped on it. Forgetting exactly what it was, our unfortunate bozo opened the letter, blowing himself up.

This has also been a Darwin Award winner … a couple of times, I think.

My hobbies include long scrolls down my phone, talking to my pets, binge watching Netflix, singing in the shower, staying in my PJs too long, being tired all day … then not sleeping at night, drinking everything but water, ordering stuffs online, reading about new diets while eating cake, and making to do lists of things I will never do.

Thanks to Ted for sending this along.  Very telling and very appropriate right now.  It also tells me that there aren’t very many real many around right now.

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Queen with large breasts. Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen’s breasts for this reason. He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try.

One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, the King’s chief doctor. Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1000 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme.

The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen’s bra while she bathed. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense.

Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio informed the King and Queen that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick would work as the antidote to cure the itch.

The King, eager to help his Queen, quickly summoned Nick to their chambers.

Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen’s breasts. The Queen’s itching was eventually relieved, and Nick left satisfied and hailed as a hero.

Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick couldn’t have cared less and, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King and with a laugh told him to get lost.

The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King’s underwear.

The King immediately summoned Nick…

The local gang comes to town…

English is a crazy language

English is the only language where you drive in parkways and park in driveways.

It’s also the only language where you recite in a play and play in a recital.

Your fingers have fingertips, but your toes don’t have toetips.

Yet, you can tiptoe, but not tipfinger.

The word Queue is just a Q followed by four silent letters

Jail and Prison are synonyms.  But Jailer and Prisoner are antonyms.

When you transport something by car, it’s called a shipment.  But when you transport something by ship, it’s called cargo.

My bed is a magical place where I suddenly remember everything I forgot to do.

Oopps!  It must have slipped.

Marriage is all about spending the rest of your life with someone you want to strangle … and not doing it because you’d miss them.

Life has no remote.  Get up and change it yourself.

Thanks to Bozo News Hawk Glen Snow for sending in today’s report from Salt Lake City, Utah. It seems bozo Ryan Slater had a matter he needed to discuss with the police, so he walked up to an officer who was investigating another incident. The cop told him he was busy at the moment but that he would talk to him as soon as he was finished. So, our bozo just waited his turn, right? Wrong. He found a second cop who gave him the same response. So, now, what to do? How about climb into a marked K-9 patrol vehicle, with the police dog caged in the back. Yep, and he drove the car around the block before pulling up to another officer. Now, he had their attention…but not in the way he hoped. He’s busted! Charged with theft of a police vehicle.

Mrs. Dragon says it’s only fair for me to post this sign around our cave and property.

Carlos sent me a story with a picture.  Said he had a bit of problem …

I told the boy to get me a 5/8 wrench.  He told me to get it myself … damn kids!

Sometimes I like to mess with my family and hide their stuff where they can’t find it.

Like I put their shoes in the shoe closet, their jacket on a hanger, and their keys on the key hook.

And that has to be it for this very giant issue that has been a bit of a tearful one for me.  May you celebrate your day in your way, but be safe and return home in health.  One more special one on the way out with love and happiness.