I know you are but what am I?

Yick, yuck, patooey.

Slams. Insinuations. You suck. Libtard. Deplorables. Discrimination. Me too. This side, that side. Theft. Shootings. Bombings of innocent people. Did your mother have any children that lived? Bitch. Shithead. Fucker. (Sorry, simply for impact purpose, and actually quoting.)

Highly, HIGHLY hyprocritical for me to say we need the below now more than ever.

Don't care.

We need the below now more than ever.

Stolen, verbatim, from a blog I did awhile back. A lotta that info, taken from a KC Star article on same.

"Be a fountain, not a drain."

(If you Google that quote - it will be attributed to Rex Hudler. If you read the below, you'll find out the actual origin of it)

Rex Hudler. He's presently the 'color man' on the Royal's TV broadcasts.. Much like any change, many don't like his antics. They're used to Frank White, Splitorff. Hudler is different. Upbeat. Occasionally zany. I don't get to hear him often, so I can't really address his talent, or lack thereof, but I can tell you I like him, his persona, his life.

Rex Hudler was a journeyman minor leaguer who finally made it to the bigs. A 14 year career saw him travel to 7 different teams, and 3 different countries. He always resurfaced when told "not good enough". Upbeat. Fountain.

He once took a june bug off his ballcap, and on a dare by his Cardinal teammate, ate it for $800.

You can knock Rex Hudler down. Witness the Yankees, the Baltimore Orioles, the Montreal Expos, St. Louis Cards, Yukolt Swallows, California Angels, Philadelphia Phillies.. and again by the Angels, this time fired as a broadcaster. Knocked down, he continues to smile, be upbeat, enjoy life. He's a fountain.

Rex Hudler and his wife have a child with a chromosomal abnormality. He and his wife started "Team Up For Down Syndrome", have raised thousands for public awareness, housing, education, job training, family counseling and health care for those living with Down Syndrome. He gives his time in every city he travels to. A fountain.

Rex grew up poor. His mother raised him. Her lifetime recommendation to him: Be a fountain, not a drain.

In spite of the blows life has placed on Rex, he chooses to be a fountain. He gets knocked down, but he gets up again. (Sorry Tubthumping, but I soooo like your song.) He smiles. He continues to be upbeat. He is a fountain, his mother should be proud.

Victor, be a fountain, not a drain. I'll try. Love, Victurd

(ADDED 2/2/2018: ALL OF US... all of us, before opening our mouths or typing a single letter, would do well to ask ourselves first, "Is this being a drain? If so, maybe I shouldn't say or type it.")