This is all we hear from the “left wingers” or “liberal progressives” of which there is nothing liberal or progressive about them. They are completely intolerant, abusive & everything they do “regresses” mankind in every way.
“Aggression” is not “progression.” Only accepting sin but rejecting & mocking decency is not “liberal.” It’s judgmental, intolerant & hypocritical. It’s evil. They falsely accuse others of their own crimes all the while feigning innocence. It’s interesting how the Bible describes the “end times” identically to what is currently going on in today’s world.
That we are being held prisoners in our once free nation when one of my grandfathers X8 fought in the “War of Independence” & won until the rise of the fascist New World Order or what is laughingly called Democratic socialism. Wouldn’t it be weird that my family has to fight once again for this guaranteed freedom?
NO….it wouldn’t, it shouldn’t have to happen. You can’t just waltz into a country, run for office & cheat your way in for the sole purpose of destroying it from the inside. We have laws set in place preventing this nonsense….so why the crickets? Why are so many in our countries courts & government offices OK with this?
I applaud & support all who are defying illegal “hide under the bed orders” from the petty Democratic socialist tyrants in various states in America & anywhere around the world. Democratic socialism is fascist, not liberal as they claim to be. We will all be breaking free & I’m sure those behind this first act of bio-terrorism against the people will ramp up their ways to infect.
The fact that they are media supported in one of the most dangerous, diabolical acts to force unsafe vaccines on the public is beyond outrageous. It will be stopped & all involved in this very evil idea will pay for this kind of reckless & dangerous plan against the masses. There are way more of us than there are of them. It would be a great idea if they would remember this. Their contempt for the people is no longer hidden & many really do feel “above the law.” The false accusation they throw at their victims when they dare to defend themselves against their treachery.
I want to share a very good post from Tucker Carlson. I don’t watch news much but I know he is on Fox News & has a very realistic & fair idea about things. Apparently being rational & fair is now labeled “conservative.” It’s not conservative to be sane & ordered. Shows you who the haters of these types of decent folk really are. For those who are media lovers, I’m sure this post will “trigger” you. My apologies.
“I’m sorry but anyone that thinks that social distancing is a good idea for the next few years, actually wants to be micro-chipped or thinks that a “benevolent” dictatorship is for the good of humanity, I don’t want to give that point of view any of my energy.
I am a free Human Being and if you want to stay home, stay home. That’s your sovereign right to choose.
If you want to wear a mask, wear a mask. That’s your sovereign right to choose.
If you want to avoid large crowds, avoid large crowds. That’s your sovereign right to choose
I am not required to descend into poverty for YOU.
I am not required to abstain from human contact for YOU.
I refuse to participate in “quarantine life” until there’s an unsafe, untested vaccine released in eighteen months.
I refuse to receive said vaccine to make others feel more safe. That’s my sovereign right to choose!
If you’re convinced the vaccine is safe and effective, you can get it yourself.
Some of you are allowing fear and policies devoid of scientifically accurate data to destroy the country you live in and ruin your life.
We have a constitutional right to take risks. Life is full of bacteria and viruses, many of which spread before symptoms manifest and after they subside.
We have a sovereign right to receive OR refuse vaccines.
The data was inaccurate at best; purposely overblown to justify government overreaction at worst.
Stop allowing the government to destroy:
The food supply
Access to healthcare
Our mental health & freedom
When the “new normal” is filled with starvation, depression, suicide, child abuse, domestic violence, imprisonment, governmental spying, and pure DESPERATION, the “virus” is going to look preferable to the world you helped facilitate.
I’m going to turn this around on people from now on. Those that say I’m (or anyone that supports this) putting money over lives by wanting the country back open for business…
–YOU don’t care about the people that will kill themselves out of hopelessness
–YOU don’t care about small businesses that’ll close their doors (THEIR LIVELIHOOD) permanently
–YOU don’t care about the children/women/men that’ll be victims of domestic abuse
–YOU don’t care about people defaulting on their mortgages
–YOU don’t care about bills going unpaid by families with ZERO income right now
–YOU don’t care about people wondering where their next meal will come from
–YOU don’t care about the people that’ll lose their sobriety and slip back into alcoholism
–YOU don’t care about the people that will starve
–YOU support the inevitable looting that’ll take place
–YOU don’t care about anyone that’s murdered the longer this shut down goes on
–YOU don’t care about people’s mental health
–YOU don’t care about the children that DO need teachers and educators to guild & educate them
–YOU don’t care about the economy crashing down around us
–YOU DON’T CARE.
–YOU love your shackles
–YOU are pathetic, begging your leaders for MORE shut down and MORE regulations and MORE handouts
I will NOT tolerate another person telling me that I don’t care about lives.
I care about the situation in its entirety.
But YOU don’t care about any of that so…
YOU stay home.
YOU wear a mask.
YOU live in fear. I on the other hand will not. As is my sovereign right to choose NOT TO.”
Our Democratic socialist governor in Michigan Gretchen Whitless, has decided to again extend our sentence until at least June 12. This is outrageous & out of the question. We need an Executive Order to demand our Constitutional rights be enforced & these petty, ugly tyrants be shown the door.
Giving glory to God & sharing something that was shared with me today on Facebook.
This is a cut & paste comment I cut & pasted to my blog. Author unknown.
OK, I’m going to try to be empathetic with this one. I won’t call it a hoax because I believe it exists. I believe there is a virus that sickened some, I also believe it even killed some. Killed, as in the actual primary cause of their death…… AKA, someone who wouldn’t have otherwise passed away if it weren’t for this virus. So I’m going to go out on a limb here and risk a few more lost “friends” with this statement……. I honestly think that this whole chaotic mess will go down in history as the biggest, most costly, most fear inducing, most panic causing RUSE, EVER perpetrated against mankind.
It’s given birth to some really horrible offspring, some incredibly intrusive and invasive government intervention. It’s revealed our greed and our capability for hatred & deceit. It’s turned neighbor against neighbor, community against community, State against State, and even Country against Country.
This was a perfect opportunity to see what we were made of, if we would choose presumed safety over freedom, if we would choose government controlled privileges over God given rights, and most importantly, what we might be willing to trade off to make a deal with the “devil“. Honestly, LOOK at us…..
We bought out all the toilet paper, we bought out all the sanitizer and wipes, we made masks, we reported our neighbors and friends who didn’t comply with the “rules”, we even stepped 6 feet away from the people we shook hands with a week prior or even hugged.
As sheep, we got a 98 on this test, some even got extra credit for showing extra fear, but as humans and as a society, we failed miserably.
And as Americans, we totally failed. We come from bloodlines where when things didn’t feel right, we resisted, we fought and “usually” won. Oh sure, the Canadians kicked our ass one time, but today they’re much like us. But seriously, in a month or two, take a look back on how easily this divided us, not just nations, but even here in our own neighborhoods, even among families!
Remember the times when an emergency would bring us together??? A hurricane, a flood, a tornado or snow-storm??? I do! We shared EVERYTHING, took care of each other, made it all work out for all involved. We NEED to get back to that, we need to remember that we are NOT each others competition or enemy, but rather that we are friends and neighbors.
We really only have one common enemy, and that’s the one that want’s to divide us so it can more easily conquer us. Call it a virus, call it the government, call it whatever you wish…… BUT the bottom line is, for as long as we stand side by side, together, NOTHING has a chance. Look at history and you’ll see how wars were started. Yes, every single one!!! Turn one faction against the other and watch attrition take over. You pick, race, religion, politics, ethnicity, class or caste…… DON”T let “them” do it again, EVER!!!!
This is a comment I am adding: Many years ago I heard some pastor say that our current society is merely coasting on the fumes of their forefathers Christianity & when that is gone, we were doomed as a people. I agree. There is a reason that Jesus really is the Savior of the World for unless His commandment of loving one another is strictly adhered to, we haven’t got a prayer, literally.
Was going to write a pleasant, congenial blog post about trees so I didn’t have to be real about what I have been feeling as of late. I have decided to go another route completely and make this “branch” prompt about branches on my family tree. The heck with trees, I just want to talk some truth today. I’m actually allowing my brain to “regurgitate” all kinds of krap that I hold inside of myself. I think getting my DNA tests back and researching various family is causing me to feel things that I usually choose to push way back as I live my life on automatic. I was in such a bad mood yesterday after a distant relative “innocently” made a very thoughtless and incorrect comment about my life to me and I flew off the handle. My mood has not improved as I have had time to reflect on many things.
Some of you might have read some things I posted about a year ago when I was finding out more things about my family that I had not known or was not sure about. That is when I received a few things from a family member regarding news coverage of the vicious crimes my father was involved in before I was born and that he was only captured when the police shot out their stolen car and stopped he and his “gang.”
My parents marriage was a freak show that lasted 19 years with many hiccups along the way. They were separated many times for various reasons such as other women or incarcerations. There was that one time that my father was actually one of the Detroit 59er’s but that was a complete “bust” as well. A person with a positive brain would concentrate on this story, but that’s not what I’m going to do since my father decided to get drunk and give up as usual. He has so many opportunities I could only dream of and threw them all away for whatever reason.
My mother had a chance to divorce him when she was incarcerated while pregnant with me as a possible accessory to his criminal actions and a few times after that but she wouldn’t let go. It wasn’t until recently when I heard someone explain the psychological make up of those that choose to stay with narcissists did it make sense to me. They were a perfect fit. She hated herself and he agreed with her. He continued to commit various crimes in between infrequent employment, running around with other women, drinking and brain operations to help ease grand mal seizures caused by scar tissue received falling from a horse as a young teen.
Never heard any stories about my father because neither of his parents cared about him or their grandchildren. I never knew either one of them. I met his alcoholic father a few times but he never said a word to me the times we were down to their farm years ago. His mother took off because of his father’s drinking and refusal to hold a job and she never looked back. She didn’t want her son, because he cramped her style trying to find another man. I don’t really know what she was doing but she managed to move all over the country for a while until she came back to Detroit to fulfill her dream of marrying a wealthy man.
I saw her for a short time while we lived in an old farmhouse in the country nearby owned my her new hubby. He owned a number of businesses and homes in and around metro Detroit. My father was running one of the businesses until he began stealing from his own father in law because whatever he was being paid and living in a free house was not good enough for him. He was fired and we were kicked out, forcing him into yet another mediocre job to survive and moving into a very run down, rat infested home in Detroit.
My dad was nice looking and could be very fun and charming when he wanted to be. I will say as abusive as he was when he was drunk, I still preferred him over my mom. He taught me to play the guitar, banjo and the piano, loved animals and shared everything he had with me like his collection of records including John Lee Hooker and Johnny Cash and his only guitar. With my mother everything was “you don’t need this, no you can’t have it.” My father was never good with money and sometimes even at our poorest, he would say “hey kids, let’s go down for some ice cream.” My mother would say “they don’t need ice cream” because she knew we couldn’t afford it but my dad would say he knew we didn’t “need” it but he wanted to get it for us anyway.
My mother was an odd, inhibited, beaten down person that didn’t like to cook or clean house and completely ignored her family unless she was fighting with my father about something. She had to be suffering from depression but was never treated for it. She would vacillate between being lost in books and newspapers completely ignoring us to lashing out if you provoked her and we loved to provoke her just to get any kind of reaction. My brothers still talk about how we knew our mom was not paying attention to us so we would ask or tell her outrageous things to hear her pat answer of “that’s nice kids.” Stuff like “mom, Bryan just set the house on fire.” “That’s nice kids.” We would laugh! “Hey mom, Bob just stabbed Bryan.” “That’s nice kids.” Course we stopped laughing when he actually did it one day.
My mother was also a victim of a closed head injury when she was hit by a Trolly in Detroit as a teen, suffered a severe concussion as well as fractured skull. She was is a coma for quite some time according to my grandmother but fully recovered having to relearn some things which put her back a year with no memory of the incident. My mother’s intellect never appeared to be affected and she love to put the rest of us down or laugh at my dad because he was not very bright. Can’t imagine why he chose the company of other women to her and always spent as much time away from the house as possible.
As I write this out and edit so many things are becoming clear like why the chip on my shoulder is so large and why I have so much pain and emptiness inside of me. I never had the love that I needed so desperately. Many of us don’t. I was never invited, never felt welcome, was always considered a misfit or an outcast, just like the rest of my sad, loveless family. I never meant for this post to develop as a bitch fest about my parents but folks have to realize we are all victims of circumstance no matter what our station in life.
Years ago I finally told my mother that I never felt loved by her or anyone in my family. She was half-assed defensive about it but I told her our family was unGodly. The Word of God was NEVER spoken in our house and where there is no God there is no love. I truly believe that. I believe the only reason I survived this freak show somewhat intact was that I did get to live my first four years with my Christian Aunt and those years are the most formative even if you cannot remember everything that happened. My sister and I used to stay with her and my maternal Gram on weekends after that because it was too hard for my parents to take care of us all. I am not a well-adjusted person nor do I cope with things well because I feel every slight or disappointment that happens is just another reminder that I will never win in my life and I am right. It’s not a good feeling. When I was younger I could convince myself that things were going to get better. I was wrong.
I can pray all I want but I know the spiritual truth of this evil world because I’ve lived it. The more good I do, the worse things that happen in my life. God only knows why because sometimes good things do happen to good people but more often than not “no good deed goes unpunished.” That saying came about like Murphy’s Law, from real people living real lives and seeing certain things in action, not in wish-fulfillment. I believe in praying to God to thank Him for each day and for strength and mercy but I have given up on the dream that I will ever have things the way I think they should be in my life and in the world. I have seen such suffering and pain in others as well as myself that defies any logic of spiritual reciprocation. The great thing about that is that is does not discourage me because that’s not why I do things. God knows my heart that when I do it, I do it freely for Him, not for a favor from Him.
Those that have many trials have to decide to how they wish to respond to those trials. I just saw something the other day about the load some have to carry is not about the weight but how you choose to carry it that will break you. I know some alcoholics that bitch and moan and cry about the same thing all the time because for some reason they cannot mature enough inside themselves to understand that this is life and sometimes there’s not a damned thing you can do about it no matter how hard you try. Which means grow up and deal with it instead of feeling sorry for yourself. Develop a grateful heart, a heart for God. A heart for revenge if you must. Revenge against evil and that is in doing good. This type of thinking helps me cope with my reality.
Most of my life I was very meek and quiet and it wasn’t because I was stifling anything. This was my temperament. I didn’t really care to have things or be something. I was very content with very little. Even my husband would get annoyed with me because I never “wanted” anything. As I got older this changed. After menopause it really changed!
I would honestly say, well if I could have something, then I want a large home in the country (way beyond our price range) but I didn’t want things, but actually the lifestyle of the country and having gardens and animals. People didn’t get me mad unless the tried to put me down. Being raised very poor, I never had good self-esteem but knew who I was and who’s I was so while I didn’t walk around all arrogant and vain, neither did abuse go over well with me. I never liked cruel people. They are such hypocrites. They would never put up with someone treating them disrespectfully, yet they will do it to others. Never could figure that out since people who treat others badly really don’t like themselves. There must be a difference between low self-esteem and self-hatred.
I digress. The only emotion I have ever had a hard time controlling is rage or what I call righteous indignation. I don’t get mad to get mad but when I see others treated badly or when it happens to me for no reason, I seriously want to rip off that person’s head and spit down their neck, and that’s putting it mildly. I also have to say that my anger towards unjust situations actually gives me strength to try and do something about it depending on what it is.
Anger is great fuel for protests and such but I wouldn’t suggest mixing anger with anything that effects your decision-making skills such as alcohol or drugs. I know those serving time because they couldn’t control their anger and lacked the presence of mind to think out their actions before they acted on them.
Rage can help build things or tear them down depending on how it is acted upon.
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