Capt. Mark East’s Advice to the Careworn, Confused, Lovelorn and Other Outdoor People



Dear Capt. Mark,
I turned 84 this May. When my husband came home after fighting WWII he left his lobster boat in the barn and went to college with money from the GI Bill. When our second child was nearly out of elementary school, I finished college. We both taught 35 years helping to educate thousands of children. Our children went to college with interest free National Defense Loans, an extension of the GI Bill.

Today our grandchildren are faced with not enough money for college or crushing debt from a college financial system that has been pirated by the criminal class. All of our children are the future for all of us. Class War? Yes, the criminal class and the rest of us. There is plenty for the nation to defend itself against. What say you Capt.?
Signed, Great Granny for restoring American Democracy

Dear Great Granny for Restoring American Democracy,
Great Granny, I say to you, you are the foundation upon which our country remains great. Country, however, is a little tattered and torn right now. I say that the bulk of our problems reside squarely with Congress. We need to limit terms in office, not allow the members any way shape or form the ability to profit from their offices, and there needs to be a change in our Constitution to allow the citizens a more direct participation in government process. We are being raped with little recourse. Keep up the protest and you’ll get your country back.

Dear Capt. Mark,
My husband of 14 years and I were at a community/business event at a restaurant recently. I’m not much of a drinker, but a woman there was. She was sloppily hanging on my husband who gave me looks suggesting he didn’t know her or what to do. After a time I went over and said, “My husband and I have friends to meet if you’ll excuse us.”

The quite drunk and surly woman turned to face me head on, slopped half a bloody mary on me and growled, “He’s already meeting with someone, Bitch,” then shoved me backwards. To which I paused, slowly approached, then back-handed her with my open left hand. When her stunned face came back around I cold-conked her with a solid right. She landed on and flattened the table behind her. My husband and I left immediately. He criticized me for my embarrassing response. We are neither drunks nor barroom brawlers. It was a first for me, but not something I haven’t seen him do.

Is this still a “Man’s World”, or do “Women’s Rights” extend to self defense?
Signed, Bruised Pride or Knuckles.

Dear Bruised Pride or Knuckles,
“Wow!” Wouldn’t want to make you mad. If your husband isn’t going to stand up for you, I would say it’s up to you, though you might have asked the bartender or manager to ask the “Lady” to leave.

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