Let’s Stop Being So Afraid And Let The Squirrels Keep Their Nuts !

“A wise woman once said, “there’s nothing to fear but fear itself… And of course the bogeyman.”

And if you listen to the political pundits, online personalities and “alternative news” there is nothing scarier than the current political climate.

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According to them we are on the verge of an apocalypse like the world has never seen.

We are all going to be groveling in the streets fighting squirrels for nuts.

There will be no jobs, healthcare, industry, nothing but a complete collapse of life as we know it.

We are all doomed, and the end is indeed nigh . . . IF we listen to them.

My question is – WHY are we listening to them? Their trade is fear and the pushing of it. The more afraid we are, the more they profit.

News is a money making industry and if it bleeds, it leads. Right now they’re doing their best to make sure it’s hemorrhaging.

To the point – Bob Woodward is currently writing a book titled: Fear Trump in the White House, which is being released on September 11th. – a day that all of us of a certain age lived out in fear and horror.

This my friend is no coincidence. Its strategically playing on all of our fears .. and for a profit.. the profit going to the author.

They use buzzwords like “Nazi, white supremacist, alt left, socialist, alt right” just to name a few.

And to what end? To drive that fear right into our homes and minds.

Ive seen people Ive known for years and people whom I love being driven half crazy by it. They eat, drink and live politics and hate, and no attempts to divert them to another subject is successful. Ive seen it bust up friendships and even tear families apart.

Is the current political landscape bad? Yes, but is it truly as bad as they would  lead us to believe?

This country has survived truly hard times before… the Great Depression, The Gas Wars, Assassination of President Kennedy, 911.. just to name a few.. so why is it that we believe we cant or won’t survive now?

It’s because we are being told we wont – and like good little sheeple – we are stupidly believing it.

I too have found myself glued to the television or internet reading all the doom and gloom. Then I made a decision to take back my right to make up my own mind about it all, and STOP allowing others who have their own personal agenda to make it up for me.

This brings me to all of you, dear readers –

I have a challenge to everyone reading this and to everyone I know. . . STOP!

Stop reading everything political. Just for 1 week. Go out into the world and refuse to hear it or talk about it.

Talk about and read positive things.. they are still out there. When the week is over, ask yourself – do I feel better about the current situations? The world as a whole? You don’t have to tell me, or anyone for that matter what you found or how you feel after this week, but I have a feeling it will be a lot better . . . about everything.

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I’m not trying to pretend we don’t have problems, but we exacerbate them and the way we approach or live through them by dwelling in the negative.

Let’s stop dwelling in the negative and remember the times we came together as a proud nation and refused to allow our fears to take us over and keep us down.

Why are we afraid?

We are so much better than what we are being fed by the talking heads.

We must remember this, and stop allowing them into brainwashing us in to thinking otherwise.

The Devil And The Red Go-Go Boots

You know how sometimes when trying to go to sleep your brain decides you’re going to play “let’s reminisce” and it takes you to some event in your life you hadn’t really though of in years? Recently mine took me all the way back to elementary school and a pair of red go-go boots.

Long before the devil went down to Georgia, he attended elementary school with me and went by the name of, Harold Farquar.

Harold was wiry, pasty white boy with sharp features, devil eyes and a pointy nose. His blonde hair was thick especially on top, I suspect to hide the nubs of his horns and the numbers “666” imprinted on his skull. His look was never complete without the cockroach killer cowboy boots he wore – you know the type – so pointy they could be used to kill cockroaches in corners, and they had taps on them so whenever he walked you could hear “click-clack” “click- clack” “click-clack.” Personally I think he wore them because he got some perverse kick out of knowing his victims could hear him coming.

Harold wasn’t selective in the victims he chose, and you didnt need to give him a reason. If he chose you as his intended … you were it.

I found this out one bright sunny day while at recess. My little girlfriends and I were swinging away on the swings when I saw Harold. He locked eyes with me and I knew I had been chosen. He slowly walked up to the swings, walked behind me and proceeded to put his foot in the air, turning it so that when I swung back the points of those boots would land square in the center of my back.

It all happened so fast and the pain was tremendous, but I didn’t cry, I didn’t even acknowledge it had happened. Nope. I refused to give him the satisfaction.

I proceeded to go inside and on the way in I decided Harold had to go down. He had to go down… HARD.

That night at home, I firmed up my plans, and they included a pair of hard toed red go-go boots.

The next day when the recess bell rang, I knew it was time. Time to exact not only my revenge but the revenge for every child Harold had tormented the whole school year. I gathered myself up, went out on the playground and like a lioness, I hunted for my prey. Okay it was more like a little girl with a backache.. but still …

Then I spotted him. Standing with a group of his minions laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world. I marched right up to him, he snarled, I smiled and gave him the hardest, swiftest, sharpest kick I could . . . right in his crotch . . . right up between the legs! I knew in my elementary school mind this hurt boys and men, I had seen it on television, I just didn’t know how bad it hurt them.

He fell to the ground and as he did so he let out a wail the likes I had never heard before and have never heard since. There he laid crying, wailing and holding himself.  His minions and all the kids within eye shot range were laughing and pointing.

As I walked away from him I couldn’t help but think that victory was mine!

Victory was short-lived.

Soon my mother was called to the school and she in turn took me home and when my dad got home, she sat me in front of him and told him all about my exploits at school that day.  As she told him, my dad turned colors. He suddenly got a sickish pale look to his face, then he turned completely white, and as I witnessed a sweat bead roll down his face I swear I saw him tremble ever so subtlety.

For the next few weeks as served out my sentence of being grounded and refusing to apologize I often thought about what I had done. I pictured Harold on that day as he lay on the ground in the fetal position. A crumpled sweaty, slobbering shell of his former self . . . and I smiled.

I didn’t see much of Harold around during recess after that, and he didn’t come back to our school the next school year.

I don’t know whatever happened to Harold, but I’d like to think he became a kinder, gentler Harold, and I’d like to think I played a small part in that.

So, Harold if you’re out there and by some chance you’re reading this right now, there is something I want you to know.  .  .

Still not sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 

 

Twitter User Calls For The Assassination of President Trump – Twitter Fails To Act

It’s fairly well known that Jack Dorsey, co-founder and CEO of Twitter has a huge problem with Trump, his supporters and pretty much anything that does not endorse the sentiments of the extreme left.

In the past the social media platform has been exposed as not enforcing their Terms of Service equally, and it’s engineers have been exposed as using algorithms to censor any account they deem right-wing. 

If you use Twitter, you have to accept the fact that Jack and his engineer’s don’t play by their own rules. This includes tweets calling for the assassination of The President of the United States.

This tweet has been reported numerous times not only by myself but by many others since it was made on June 24, 2018.

As of this writing it is still up for all to see. This isn’t the only tweet of this nature, its just one of the latest.

More tweets exist with same sentiment –

If by some horrible chance someone acts on the suggestion of the person that tweeted this, it is my opinion that they as well as the whole of Twitter be somehow held legally responsible. By not removing this tweet and the user they are, in my opinion endorsing the sentiment.

It doesn’t matter if you are a Trump supporter or not, this kind of behavior especially in our current political climate should be condemned by all, and yes I would say the same thing if it had been said about any of the other candidates/players.

UPDATE:
The above tweet has been removed by the author, Dean Anthony Gratton, whose Twitter account is still active. It does not however seem to have come at Twitter’s instructions as I didn’t receive notice from Twitter (per my reporting the tweet) that it was found in violation.

Therefore the question remains – Why is Jack Dorsey and Twitter endorsing the assassination of our president and allowing the hashtag, #AssassinateTrump to remain up and active on his platform?

Happy 4th of July

Let Freedom Ring