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I grew up in the South in the 1970s and 80s. I was a poor white girl surrounded primarily by other poor whites. On any given day I saw more rebel flags than American flags. The American flag, the Stars and Stripes, was reserved for “official” use – government buildings mainly – schools, post offices, and the like. The rebel flag, the Stars and Bars, was more of a populist thing, a flag of the people, as it were. Sewn onto hats and coats, screen-printed on t-shirts, license tags on the front plates of cars (TN does not require front registration plates), stickers on windows, kerchiefs sold in convenience stores, flying proudly on poles in front yards. Seriously. The thing was everywhere.
And I always felt maybe I was missing something. The Confederacy lost over a hundred years previously. Why are people proudly displaying a lost army’s flag? They were beaten so badly they officially disbanded and were absorbed back into the USA.
“It’s our history, heritage, culture,” people tried to explain to me. That didn’t make sense to me. Sure, it’s a representation of the HISTORY of a HERITAGE and CULTURE that lowered other humans to the status of chattel and decided it was okay to be as inhumane as they wanted to them.
“No, you idiot,” they tried again. “The War for Southern Independence was over states’ rights!”
Uhm, yeah. States’ rights to slavery. Really didn’t convince me.
We even had “neo-Nazis” at my high school. Two boys, brothers. They were vulgar, repulsive, and too old for the grades they were in. I actually asked the older one what his problem was, why did he hate people with black skin? It pretty much boiled down to “just because”. I couldn’t wrap my head around “just because” being just cause to hate. I didn’t get it then. I don’t get it now.
But maybe all those old rednecks were right and the South will rise again. The most repulsive attitudes of it sure are alive and well.
My dear, dear friend. I’m not going to tell you your child wasn’t damaged by vaccines. Frankly, I don’t know. Nobody knows all there is to know about autism and I certainly don’t know (or care to know) your child’s medical history. I can’t and won’t try to argue with you.
No, what I want to tell you is how I see your comments about your child and autism because I know you don’t see what I do. This is why I’ll say “I infer” rather than “You imply”.
When you say that vaccines damaged your child, I read your child is damaged and not who she was born to be. I read that you think your child is a medical mistake. I read that your child is not part of God’s plan.
Do you really believe that? That your child is a mistake? That she is not who God created her to be?
More importantly, have you told her that? I can’t imagine being a teenager with a neurological/cognitive/emotional disability and being told by my mother that everything that makes me who I am is damaged and a mistake and outside of God’s plan. I had a bad enough attitude as a teenager. With that kind of baggage I would have been intolerable.
As I’m sure you remember, both of my kids are autistic. I have no reason to believe it was caused by any external factors. Nor do I have reason to care. If vaccines caused their autism, then I’m grateful to vaccine makers for not only keeping my kids from getting devastating illnesses but also helping make them the wonderful people they are. My children are who they were born to be. We certainly have our problems, especially my older child (aye-yi-yi, have we had our problems!), but that doesn’t define our relationship. Unconditional love defines our relationship.
I think all parents go through a mourning phase where they have to accept that children will be who they are and not who we dreamed of them being. I think that’s harder for special needs parents. I also think it’s more important we let go of the anger and sense of loss and get back to the task of accepting and loving our kids for who they are. Unconditionally. Without reservations. Without regrets. Without expectations. Definitely without the poison of anger.
I know you love your child. Does she? Not just in words but in every action of your being? Does she KNOW?
Every election cycle (which is pretty much endless these days) I hear the argument that we citizens should be grateful for whoever is put into political office but the outcome of election’s is “God’s will”. Then, when their guy loses, some of those people get tied up in knots because either they don’t really believe what they’re preaching or God didn’t choose their candidate and that’s just unacceptable. How DARE God not choose the politician who most uses his name to make money and get votes and control people’s personal lives? Harumph!
Now that we have 45 in the White House I’ve heard it again, but less this time (probably because I’ve allowed some people to leave my life and others to enter). But, in all honesty, I can actually see it. Oh, not because 45 will do God’s will in, well, anything ever but because our great citizens have been complacent for long enough!
We’ve allowed the government full reign over everything! Improvements were happening slowly. We’d made progress on protecting the environment and on human rights. Women’s concerns were being taken almost seriously. Corporations were learning they had to act right by their consumers AND employees! But it was slow and there were those fighting every step of the way to resume a way of destruction.
So now we have 45. Donald J. Trump. Stephen Bannon. Rex Tillerson. A whole slew of the worst filth humanity has to offer in charge of our nation and reversing every human rights and environmental gain that’s been made in the last, well, ever. How can this possibly be God’s will?
Well, look outside the government. Look to the people. We’re waking up! We the People are getting involved! In our communities, our local governments, our environment. Every time 45 announces another human right or government program he wants to eliminate, the people move en masse to prevent disaster. We have NEVER seen this kind of involvement! Eliminate funding to Planned Parenthood? They take in a year’s worth of donations in one weekend. Eliminate funding to women’s health care providers in underdeveloped nations? Donations skyrocket there, too. Lock up American citizens and permanent residents and green card holders because of where their plane flew in from? Watch as people storm the airports to free those wrongfully held! Lawyers donated their services to help release people!
We can’t even keep up with all of the harmful, hateful garbage this administration is getting past us! It’s too much too quickly! Their only chance is to keep us dizzy and distracted, and they are good at that. But there are enough of us ready to fight back that we can mitigate a lot of the harm.
So maybe that is God’s will. Get everyone awake and active and participating in our local communities and helping all who come our way. It’s a shame it took something so destructive to wake us up but we’re here now. And we’ll do everything we can to stop this group from destroying the only world we have.
For years I’ve heard people talking about how the Bible is meant to be taken literally. These people almost invariably point out certain laws in Leviticus. Never the laws that affect them personally, though. Shellfish and pork are fine. It’s also okay to eat meat on Friday. Divorce is quite acceptable, slavery is illegal, and it’s nearly impossible to get all of your clothes made of a single fabric. Almost everything is mixed fibers!
However, the laws that allow people to dictate how others live — those are literal! Homosexuals are bad! Witches are evil! Stone him! Burn her! Kill them all! Those are horrible laws. Why would anyone want to keep laws like these alive?
Leviticus is part of the history of the Israelites. These laws may have served a functional purpose at the time. But they hardly seem relevant to a supposed Christian society 5000-6000 years after the fact.
In fact, if we do want to call ourselves a Christian nation, maybe we should consider taking the teachings of Christ literally instead. How about the Gospel according to Matthew?
In Matthew, Jesus performed many miracles. He healed the sick, caused the blind to see and the deaf to hear, and began raising people from the dead. Twice he fed thousands from a very small amount of food!
He also laid down many laws. Do not be angry, do not swear an oath, do not resist an evil person. Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. He strictly forbade divorce and has stern words for hypocrites. Anyone who announces their gifts to the needy, prays in public, or would “disfigure their face to show others they are fasting” will get no reward from God. They put on a show to receive applause from others. They have received their reward and deserve no more.
The concept that Jesus talks about the most in Matthew is faith. Matthew 17:20 Truly I tell you, if you have faith so small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. Matthew 21:21-22 Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, ‘Go throw yourself into the sea’ and it will be done. If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.
He also repeatedly accuses his disciples and other followers of having little faith. In Matthew 8:23-27 they were in a boat when a storm began to rock the boat. Being afraid they were going to drown, they awoke Jesus to save them. Matthew 8:26 He replied, ‘You of little faith, why are you so afraid?’ Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
An even more interesting story is in Matthew 16:21-33. Here Jesus sends his disciples ahead in a boat. When he was ready to catch up to them the next morning, he simply walked across the water to the boat! The disciples freaked out but Jesus called Peter to walk with him. He was able to for a moment but began to sink when he got scared. “Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. ‘You of little faith,’ he said, ‘why did you doubt?'”
In Matthew 17:20 Jesus referred to “faith so small as a mustard seed”. Why a mustard seed? What’s the significance of mustard seeds? Matthew 13:31-32 The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of the seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.
So the mustard seed is the smallest seed yet it has the greatest potential. How does a seed reach this potential?
Matthew 12:3-9 A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Still other fell on good soil, where it produced a crop – a hundred, sixty, or thirty times what was sown.
It sounds pretty straight forward. We must sow our mustard seed of faith in good soil in order to produce a crop. OK, easier said than done. In Matthew 5 and 6 Jesus gives a list of rules to live rightly. Most of these rules regard relationships with other people – don’t hold on to anger (5:22), do not swear an oath at all (5:34-37), do not resist an evil person (5:39-42), love your enemies (5:43-47), and “do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (6:34)
I believe this last verse is most significant because in Matthew 10 he gives his disciples the ability to heal and cast out demons then sends them out to spread the ministry but to take nothing with them. He instructs them to look for hospitality in the various towns they visit. Here they get to put Matthew 6:34 into practice! Is this the soil in which we must plant our mustard seed of faith? Not worrying for tomorrow but knowing tomorrow’s needs will be met? Again, easier said than done!
What will happen if our seed is sown in this soil? Matthew 17:20 Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain ‘Move from here to there and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.’ Matthew 21:21-22 Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to this fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain ‘Go throw yourself in the sea’, and it will be done. If you believe you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.
Trees withered! Mountains moved! Prayers answered! That is quite a statement but Jesus makes it twice in Matthew so it is possible. Jesus said, “Nothing will be impossible for you.” NOTHING!
So why don’t we have a nation of people walking on water or quelling storms or withering trees or even healing the sick or feeding thousands? Is it so difficult to plant our faith seed in the Words of Jesus so that it can become a tree with birds perched in its branches? We must practice living the words of love and faith spoken by Jesus so that we can ask in prayer without doubt.
I guess this explains why modern Christians prefer to take the harsh words of Leviticus literally rather than the words of hope and love spoken by Jesus in the Gospel according to Matthew. It’s easier to condemn our neighbor “because God said so” than to have faith in our own ability to perform miracles, even though Jesus taught us the possibility.
There once was a beam of sunlight named Little Rey.
Little Rey was smaller than most of the beams around her but she shone the brightest of them all.
She was so small that she never touched very many lives at one time but she was so bright that every life she touched was affected by her.
Some of these lives grew and bloomed and thrived because her light nourished them.
Others shriveled and shrank back into the shadows because her light overwhelmed them.
Whether a life grew or shriveled was not Little Rey’s fault. It was merely a chemical reaction.
But every tine someone pulled away she wondered what she’d done wrong.
The truth is she had done nothing wrong. It just was.
And when a life grew and thrived she celebrated for them but never saw her own light as part of it.
Then one day she found a little weed. He had been stepped on and kicked and hadn’t seen any light in all his life.
Little Rey plucked the little weed from the cold ground and planted him in a little pot.
She nurtured him with her light and watered him with her love. She strengthened his stem from where he had been stepped on.
Soon the little weed had outgrown his little pot so Little Rey planted him in her garden.
He continued to grow and grow and soon was the biggest tree to have ever existed! All because Little Rey, the smallest of the lights, loved and nurtured him.
As it happens, this tree began to bear fruit. Every kind of fruit known, plus a few unknown, grew on this tree. When asked what kind of tree he was, Little Rey just said he was an Every Fruit Tree.
Now this tree loved Little Rey with every bit of love she had always shown him. He inhaled pollution and exhaled vital oxygen. He produced enough fruit to feed hundreds, if not thousands, every day.
The Every Fruit Tree knew he would continue to grow and could continue his mission of producing fruit for all only as long as Little Rey shone on him and watered him with her Love.
He focused very hard on his love and gratitude for Little Rey until a special golden fruit grew on one of his upper branches.
“Little Rey,” he called out, “I have something for you. You found me as a broken, ugly weed and nurtured me when noone else could. I love you and am so grateful. I would never have grown and been able to provide for everyone if not for your Love. I grew this special golden fruit to say thank you and I love you, too.”
Little Rey picked the golden fruit. She looked at its skin and turned it over in her hands. She held it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. It was the sweetest scent she’d ever smelled!
“Go ahead. Taste it!” encouraged the Tree.
She bit into the fruit and her mouth was awash in an explosion of flavors! It was apples and strawberries, kiwi and bananas, oranges and grapes all at once!
“Finish it,” her friend instructed.
Every bite was a new riot of flavors!
“It’s incredible!” she told him. “What is it?”
“It’s an Every Dream Fruit,” he replied. “It’s everything you’ve ever desired. From now on you will have everything your heart desires. Anything you wish, so long as the wish comes from your heart, will be yours. If you want enough money to buy a home for yourself and a hundred other people, it’s yours. If you want the opportunity to shine your Light on more and more people, you’ll get it. If you want a lover, please let that be me because I love you above all.”
“Oh, Tree,” Little Rey sobbed, overjoyed to know he loved her as she had always loved him. “There could never be anyone else!”
“Then, come,” he said, “Let’s build your houses that you may be comfortable and help as many people as you choose.”
And they worked together, his love making her glow brighter and hers making him grow taller and bear more fruit.
The two of them worked together to house the homeless and feed the hungry, to love the unloved and welcome the unwanted, and they made it their goal that all who crossed their path would be enriched for it.
“I believe abortion is a bad, evil thing; therefor, everyone in the world must live by MY beliefs with no room for anyone else’s to be considered!” ARROGANT!
“I’m a GOOD citizen! All those slackers and deadbeats need to stop being disabled and poor and get minimum wage jobs that won’t pay the rent instead of asking for handouts!” ARROGANT!
“Insurance providers should not cover birth control! If she wants to have sex she should take care of it herself!” I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T LIKE ABORTION OR WELFARE! THINK IT THROUGH! YOUR WAY MEANS MEN CAN’T HAVE SEX, EITHER! THINK IT THROUGH!
“Let’s dump this industrial/mining/nuclear waste into the local water supply. It won’t affect anyone. At least not in our generation.” THINK IT THROUGH!
“Why so many industrial regulations about pollution? All these rules keep costs up!” AND POLLUTION DOWN! THINK IT THROUGH!
I could keep going. There’s a really long list of problems with the modern conservative policies. And then there’s the oh-s0-witty comebacks. “Obama put a short term slow-down on ONE type of visa from ONE country after some people were found to be improperly screened until better screening practices could be put in to place! That’s the same thing as Trump’s ban on ALL travel from SEVEN countries where no credible threats against America have ever been found.” NOT THE SAME THING! AT ALL! PLUS it’s a wonderful recruiting tool for our enemies overseas. Pictures of babies in handcuffs is not a way to make new friends!
And how about that pending war with China? Yeah, that looks like it’s going to be a nuclear blast!
Personally, I like having breathable air and drinkable water and food that doesn’t make me sick and the ability to choose what religion I want to be part of, if any at all. When I was having trouble with uterine fibroids, I’m grateful my insurance covered birth control pills to help regulate the growth of the tumors and the associated bleeding and PMDD even though I was infertile at the time.
Seriously, people! Actions have consequences! Think it through! I know it’s hard and it sucks but we can’t live in an overreactionary state. It is harmful to everyone, the planet included.
Now, the problem with modern liberals is they want to work with everyone and compromise. It’s obviously ineffective and makes them weak. On some of these issues there can be no compromise. We NEED water. We NEED air. We NEED access to birth control. We NEED to accept that everyone is different and has different beliefs and telling someone they have to live by YOUR beliefs is arrogant and idiotic. Do you want someone telling you you have to live by their beliefs? No, you don’t. I see your memes all the time on that issue, too. “Your religion can’t influence laws that affect my life but mine HAS to write laws about YOUR life!” ARROGANT! And the whole reason why our U.S. Constitution has that whole establishment clause thing about the separation of church and state.
Until we come together and decide to help each other and stop using our religious texts to bully each other and realize we NEED a healthy planet to live on, things are just gonna get uglier from here.
May all the Gods and Goddesses help us. One may not be enough this time.
Last night I was writing and decided I wanted to do some creative writing. But I couldn’t think of anything to write about! Just then Riley came out of her room and I told her my problem. In her excited way, she bounced and exclaimed, “A horse with hands!” We discussed this idea for a moment and I ran with it! So based on Riley’s prompt of “a horse with hands”, I present to you Bunny.
Once upon a time there was a horse. She was a beautiful mare, white with brown patches. She was a very good horse, kind to all the other animals, but her ears were a little too long and her tail was a little too short so all the other animals started calling her Bunny.
One day when Bunny was feeling particularly self-conscious about her ears, she ran off to hide deep in the woods. She began to talk about her troubles with anyone who would listen.
Unbeknownst to Bunny, the caterpillar perched on the toadstool was a mischievous wizard.
“Neigh,” she cried to the caterpillar, “I do so hate the way the others tease me about my ears. I wish they would stop!”
“Ah,” answered the caterpillar. “What if I could make it so they never thought about your ears again?”
“Oh, could you?” Bunny was ecstatic. “What can you do?”
“You see my toadstool?”
“Yes. What about it?”
“It’s magic!” exclaimed the caterpillar.
“Neigh,” laughed Bunny. “That’s silly!”
The caterpillar gave her a very stern look. “No, it is not silly. Just you wait and see!”
He broke off a small piece of toadstool and put it into his pipe. He lit the pipe and, once the smoke had a musky odor and was thick, he blew three big puffs straight into her face!
Bunny sneezed. Then she coughed. Then she said, “Now what? Are my ears a normal size now?”
“No,” said the caterpillar, “but noone will tease you about them anymore.”
Bunny thanked the caterpillar for his help then she headed home to see if the spell worked.
“Maybe it’s an illusion,” she pondered, “so noone will see how ridiculous my ears are. Or maybe it’s a niceness spell so anyone who sees my ears just wants to be nice to me instead of tease me!”
But halfway home her shoulders began itching like crazy! She found a clearing large enough to roll in but it did not relieve the itching. “Oh, I shall go mad if this doesn’t stop!” she cried. Then she tried rubbing her shoulders against a tree trunk. That’s when she felt the bumps growing on her shoulders!
“Oh! Oh! What is that?” she cried out.
“Oh, neigh! This is dreadful!”
She tried to turn her head around to see the bumps but they were out of her view. She wanted to get to the water to see her reflection but was slowed by the dreadful itching!
Suddenly Bunny felt a little pop on her shoulders followed by a most sensational scratching.
“Oh, neigh! That is so much better,” Bunny sighed.
She began to gallop to the lake so she could get a look at her shoulders because the itching and pop was very concerning.
But strange things happened while she was running. Branches that would normally have hit her in the face and chest were pushed back out of her way as she passed. The sweat was wiped from her brow. But she was in such a rush that she barely noticed these anomalies.
When she arrived at the lake, a few other animals had gathered to drink. They saw her burst from the trees and screamed, terrified at the changes in her! “Oh! Tell me, please! What has that dreadful caterpillar done to me?” Bunny cried.
Three horses, although scared, came up to Bunny and began talking to her. “What happened?” one of her friends asked.
Bunny explained how she’d been upset about how they had been teasing her about her ears and how she had told her problems to the caterpillar. She told them how he offered to help but seemed annoyed when she didn’t believe his toadstool was magic.
The whole time Bunny was speaking she had the lovely feeling of someone petting her mane and scratching her ears and her friends were staring at her in disbelief.
When Bunny finished her story, her friend said, “You need to stay calm, okay? Come with me.”
Bunny followed her friend to the water’s edge. She couldn’t bare what she might see and closed her eyes. Suddenly she felt a very comforting squeeze around her neck and was startled into looking into the water.
Bunny was completely aghast at what she saw and reared up in dismay screaming, “No! No! No! Neigh, what did he do to me?”
Perfectly formed human arms had grown out of her shoulders! She was even more of a freak now! Oh, what would she ever do?
She had moved the branches so they wouldn’t strike her! She had wiped the sweat from her own brow! It was her own hands petting her mane and her own arms comforting her!
Oh, this was strange! What would she ever do?
She began to cry but her own hands reached up and wiped her face. She began to sniffle but her own arms stretched around her and gave her a loving squeeze. As she grew more and more confused she became less and less upset.
She trotted up to a tree and told her friends, “Hey, watch this!” She grabbed some choice leaves from higher up than horses can normally reach and put it in her mouth!
“Oh, wow!” “Oh, that’s cool!” “Get me some!” all her friends cried out.
“Check this out,” she said as she walked up to one of her friends and began to scratch her ears. “Oh, that feels good!” “Do me! Do me!” everyone called. “I want some magic toadstool, too!” they cried.
Things never did go back to normal for the friends. After all, what’s normal about a horse with arms? But Bunny was able to help her friends. Having a couple of arms in the woods really did come in handy! And one things is for sure, her friends never teased her about her ears being a little too long or her tail being a little too short ever again.
October 1, 2016 – 7:00
Good morning, beautiful, You feeling good? Sleep well? I’ve got big news! I’ve broken the law again! No, shh, shh… I’ve been discovered violating… no, shh, yes, they’ve found out I’ve been acting as your representative illegally again. No, no word. Yes, for real. I’ve got to run out now.
I’m directly consulting with a firm, a charitable effort, they’ll help me not get caught.
Do you believe still? There’s no problem with my story…. story… it’s my BUSINESS!
There was a problem with my investment! I had to invest it and I played right into their pockets.
Now I’m a murderer, a killer, a bad guy… how can you ever respect me… oh my business partner, I love you,
Those damning corroborating polls! I’m a hate symbol! I need help, Social media? sad, angry, smug
#1 rule online – the love/hate relationship of mainstream propaganda
You should dump me.
The defamation is continuing. The accusations are depressing.
I’m nothing but a scary peeper creeper, a peeping tom, on the outside looking in.
They’re making jokes, hilarious
Say I’m #1
Nice to see you again, beautiful gift.
Go get those bastards for me!
Enjoy this campaign, this buffet of wonderful things laid out before you.
I want to be happy again, I wish I could be.
I only feel terrible anxiety, I’m shivering and cold all the time now, it’s revealed in small ways.
I guess we wait to see how it works out.
It’s high stakes policy but thankfully the debate is only moderate.
They’re saying it has nothing to do with business.
I would appreciate some talk about your sexy self.
I’ve fallen on hard times lately.
Please show me… I’m not entirely sure.
This former show pushed human relations.
Do not add to desire.
If you care you can get anything you want for inspirational purposes, if you’re half naked…
aww… I just wanted to set a tone.
I’m sorry, stick around, please!
This is an open invitation!
The family feud is just getting warmed up!
If the other person wins, you get a chance to steal.
Let’s do it!
Feeling a little competitive?
The fall happened hard.
Everyone laughed, think about that.
Oh, you beat me to the buzzer!
We have a winner!
But it leads to so many jobs!
Just read the script. Keep talking about the fun stuff. Stay on message. Move quickly. This is honoring the founder and cofounder. Yes, include her. Help reframe the argument. Be insistent. Use the most tremendous walk back. I mean, seriously, do you even get sarcasm? Defuse the situation. Always lies, always tells the truth. Beat it. 100% cheat. Not yes, maybe. Not suggesting you cheat your opponent, never!
Talking the talk and walking the walk. Observer of the 4 horsemen? Participate! Sign up! You should give the best reviews you can, no you cannot legally rape your spouse, read the paperback today!
Running behind, James. Holding your breath. Thank you, Lester. Debates! Parents arguing? Change the subject. Waterboard! Save the code, 1-30-croutons-luckycharms-magicallydelicious-18-20-sneaky-rakes-hoe-goodday-thankyou, run!
Cloud infinite, up and running. Communicate better, criminal
With a friend. Make a prediction. Broadcasting night of election, not doing live bracketing,
Depending on what happens. We’ll see. I don’t know what’s going to happen, sink to bottom of the ocean? Lovely, handsome, talented, loves to get naked. Only in a thong. People are spying on us!
Emotional, urgent! Direct, good people.
Pretty lady, give me a sign? I’m at your beck and call. Proceed with caution, I’ll do your bidding.
I’ll bid my heart goodbye. You’ll be mine all mine. No contest, if you fall in love. You know I’m one of a kind.
Great to be back, love. So sorry you have to watch a sick nothing trump a poor object. Scary tough. Highlight thought, runaway together? The real excitement starts next week. What happens if hell freezes over? Imagine that first 30 days if we picked something different and loved it over and over for the hell of it?
This week security was major. A huge leader was a no show. Not ideal but so much better than a strong statement that could hurt me. There are plenty of issues to talk about and believe me, I’m perfectly comfortable with that, but I’m better off this way. And absolutely, if given 3 tries, I would refuse to rule out a big place barely providing any context on a policy to a fill a book with things the population doesn’t know.
You untie the ribbons and find me, your new bundle of joy. I shine and the light dances off of me as the clock strikes 9. You take me out to play and I pop, making the air rise and shine. You again hug your new bundle of joy to your bosom as the clock strikes 9.
Let’s stay connected. The way we work together changes how we live, shows how we understand, how we feel. It’s totally inappropriate to ask but can we take a honeymoon? We’ll go glamping… there’s nothing to compare to it! An African safari! The animals! Big 5: elephants, zebras, rhinos! We’ll have mosquito nets, a butler to wake us to go on drives, lotion to blow the airhorn, a horny male stalking peeping tom, kind of adorable…
Why did you do this? I’d explain what’s happening but emasculation looks good in person. Hm, you might have got something you don’t want in this deal. I guess I win. I guess you didn’t know I was out on a work release. Creepy. Want a baseball bat? It’s your choice. You can smash it. Got conflicting feelings? I love that!
Wishful thinking? Oh, how happy my heart is right now!
Peculiar children. A good, funky kind of punk. A new, all out isolated existence. They’re shocked. I’m used to it. They think they’re dangerous and can go psycho at any moment. They’re living independently and it took a while. They get me, legally and sadly. They’re watching and very hands on. They say just do what you want. Do you like what you’re doing? They have an immediate reaction. Great, just keep doing that, just go that direction. Don’t even finish your sentence. They know what you’re saying. It may take weeks but they eventually do it. It’s so fun. They have the clip. They set it up and do it on their own terms. They’ll show everyone. It happens like clockwork. Hold on tight. It’s pretty cool.
Everyone has a special power. Want to know mine? I can see monsters. They’re terrifying.
Warning! Dependency at work! #1!
It’s about showing up! It’s important to call so we’ll get that *personal* response, oh yeah. Remember the Dickey amendment? “The noes have it”. Again and again and again. It’s like watching deer in headlights. Every time. Even Dickey himself can’t take that thing down now. The CDC’s hands are tied and I love it. Are you kidding me? It’s amazing!
The results are like an earthquake! Just an unprecedented right surge! Tell the people their second amendment rights are under attack and BOOM! You don’t want THAT malignant pressure on you. It’s like Belgium’s golden arm of filthy migrants giving Hitler a salute then questioning their hand cleanliness.
There’s that tall llama again, with his European flag and its jaunty swastika trademark. Mayday! Mayday! The Yarvik right exploded with ticket A and its terrifying metal! It’s a conspiracy of smooth jazz. Just jam a new album for the pureblood lines. They’ll never realize you just make it all up as you go.
You know, the Catholic is not going away if you miss confession. Just get it off your chest. Tell them you aren’t hesitant. Go to confession with the standard disclaimer. Oh, I must be guilty, forgive me if I pretend I won’t do it again? Now I’ll run off and have my Gatorade if it’ll help me get to heaven. I’ll talk and grow but never really get cleaned up and I’ll move and eat like an endurance athlete and I’m binging and training and sex sells. Wear a tie and that’s my second mistake. Better make up a self-driving story to tell until you stop paying attention to my intentions at the parent teacher conferences and we’ll start all over again. Whew, I better have some high fiber cereal! Forgive me? I’ll forgive you.
Do you have a pen? I have an apple for you. Oh, you started without me. I’ve been running around the stationery store looking for fruit! Don’t give me attitude, it’s midnight. Watch this. Trust me! Do you have a pineapple? Just mime it.
Hey, pretty lady. I’m at your beck and call. I’ll do your bidding. Going once. Going twice. Ohhh, I lost my heart. It’s going a mile a minute! I’d give anything! I fell in love and now I’m going to be laughed at.
Oh, I’m sold again! You’d give anything cause I’m looking fine. I’m going twice. Just give a sign and I’m sold.
Noone asked about…
Noone played a song…
Noone made me think…
Funny… it’s not like… I break down sometimes…
I don’t know why…
I don’t know why…
When someone is… and I’m all alone…
I never need a reason
Sometimes, I don’t know why…
When someone is all alone…
Never need a reason…
I don’t need a reason…
Never need a reason…
Don’t need a reason…
I never need a reason…
I don’t know why
My host said next time, I’m almost scared to ask Bad luck getting a girl? I give a sympathy sigh – thank you You lost out – how about some sad music? You’re a good guy – maybe if we lower the lights? You think they’ll never find you. She made me such a fool… sing, serenade, that’s how it’ll always go. I LOVE YOU! lights up… WESTWORLD! It’s done
What are we doing here? Always in danger for a song… Thank you!
I skipped Walking Dead for the Standing Barely Alive! Are you in bed? Are your best days ahead of you? Or behind you and slathered in Vicks Vap-O-Rub? Oh, that was a sick burn! Can you afford the ropes to tie together your flints and lead poisoning? The delusional pandering promises reflexively start to shy away from the critical debate and know their institutional promises to Wall Street respect their intelligence. Excuse me, I’m talking! Kevin Bacon fans! Wait! You have your trigger finger woman! Shut her up with a drone strike! Of course we need her birth certificate. How can there be an expectation of privacy in the potty?
Oh this IS a special occassion for me! I should wear my formal underwear and, my, to whom do I owe thanks for how far to the right this has gone!
I never could have imagined this clusterfuck!
|January 9, 2015||San Francisco||California||Laguna & Page Streets||4 killed|
|January 24, 2015||Arverne||New York||148th Ave||4 killed|
|January 31, 2015||Lagrange||Georgia||Woodstream Trail||4 killed|
|February 7, 2015||Douglasville||Georgia||Willow Tree Circle||5 killed|
|February 22, 2015||Killeen||Texas||Godman Street||4 killed|
|February 26, 2015||Tyrone||Missouri||Highway H||8 killed|
|March 24, 2015||Indianapolis||Indiana||North Harding Street||4 killed|
|April 16, 2015||Phoenix||Arizona||East Anderson Drive||5 killed|
|May 3, 2015||Menasha||Wisconsin||North Lake Street||4 killed|
|May 12, 2015||Tucson||Arizona||West Calle Medina Road||5 killed|
|May 17, 2015||Waco||Texas||S Jack Kultgen Expy||9 killed|
|June 7, 2015||Deer Lodge||Montana||Boulder Creek Road||5 killed|
|June 13, 2015||Columbus||Ohio||E. Hudson St||4 killed|
|June 17, 2015||Charleston||South Carolina||Calhoun St||9 killed|
|July 15, 2015||Holly Hill||South Carolina||Old State Road||4 killed|
|July 16, 2015||Chattanooga||Tennessee||Amnicola Hwy||6 killed|
|July 22, 2015||Suwanee||Georgia||Old Atlanta Rd||5 killed|
|August 7, 2015||Barre||Vermont||Airport Rd||4 killed|
|August 8, 2015||Houston||Texas||Falling Oaks||8 killed|
|September 10, 2015||Excelsior||Minnesota||Channel Drive||5 killed|
|September 17, 2015||Geddes||South Dakota||379th Street||6 killed|
|October 1, 2015||Roseburg||Oregon||Umpqua College Road||10 killed|
|November 2, 2015||Pendleton||South Carolina||Refuge Road||4 killed|
|November 13, 2015||Jacksonville||Florida||Shirley Oaks Drive||4 killed|
|November 15, 2015||Tennessee Colony||Texas||County Road 2217||5 killed|
|November 23, 2015||Columbus||Ohio||S. Terrace Avenue||4 killed|
|December 2, 2015||San Bernardino||California||South Waterman Ave||16 killed|
And that’s just the scenes with 4 or more people KILLED! A mass shooting is officially defined as 4 or more people killed OR injured! And THAT’S just 2015 in the good ole USA! Not even counting the fun had in Paris!
But… shit… with all this fun comes publicity… people are paying attention and talking about me and my buddy Dickey. Anyone got a distraction?
Confederate Flags! What color is that dress and does anyone really care? Let’s ride a motorcycle to our gay marriage so Kim Davis will go to jail!
Oh this exceeds my expectations again! If you’ll look to stage right when the orchestra plays “Eye of the Tiger” you’ll see Mr. T doing an insane viral dance with Jessica Williams and all of your favorite social media memes!
Yes! The data says we have a winner by a Canadian mile.
The crazy Drake video bling is a haunting portrayal of Kylie Jenner sucking and fucking up the last of the ebola, all of it, from the dick of nature. Beautiful.
On a sadder note. Black lives matter brings tension to the police community. What a buzzkill. Cheerup, everybody! I need another outrage. Quick!
Oh, yeah! Who has AIDS? I’ve got a secret and it’s out now! Oh, let’s not play that game. BREAKING NEWS: Man who jacked up the price of lifesaving AIDS drug arrested for securities fraud! Mhm, financial fraud is nothing to fuck with.
Let’s all FREAK OUT! Did someone say BOMB?
Ah, but snitched on bitches haven’t forgotten. You still think that’s right? He died. Do you cherish his memory? What do you got to tell me, bad boy? Was that your first beer? Do you love us? Are you a bad boy? Can you roll in my crew?
Are you cool like me? Not like them. I’m sorry. Didn’t you rehearse?
We said goodbye. Finally.
You deserve this honor: my running mate.
Counterfeit. We all pretended.
Thank you for your help.
Finally the top stories from last night, c’mon, c’mon, hurry it up now.
He was shot while dragging a piece of pizza?
Not even going up?
I’m supposed to be impressed by this like he’s some kind of hero?
He’s just a quitter getting shot over a piece of pizza. Look at me!
Someone give me a movie deal!
It’s the first day of summer and the kids are fine at home. Playing in the yards, the boys are fine and know Mary is average. Mary goes home and is hit with a right mitt. She knows she’s the first girl of the evenings, even with her 11 o’clock curfew.
She rides her Schwinn on her paper route and to the movies where we watch Gone with the Wind.
It’s been 15 long years since Mary took me to lunch and I took her to her real home.
Daaammmn! You ever wanted to be black? Black is sexy, yeah? Hell, yeah, you don’t even know. Quick story… sound track
fo shizzle… anyway… I’m walking down the street, minding my own business, when out of nowhere! STOP! ON THE GROUND! Wha? Who? Me? YES, YOU! YOU WERE LOOKING AROUND! Yes, officer. I usually look both ways before crossing the street. Can’t we just have a dance off? BANG! BANG! End soundtrack
Oh, please, someone give me another distraction! Quick! Even if he was shot, why should I care? He was a bad person, right?
Oh, look! A new warning! Another disease!
And it’s carried in our tears? I’m sorry.
That’s on you… just stop crying! It’ll only make the crisis worse!
Ta-da! Congress is on the case! That’ll fix everything! Yes, yes, yes! Thank you!
For the third time they failed to pass a bill. They blocked it!
Until they can ban Planned Parenthood from receiving money? Oh, how long could THAT take?
Just lock the cars and smash the jars.
We’re concerned about the people. There’s nothing we’re not willing to do. It did not smell well and it made a noise when it was used. Who can have sex like that? It even comes in different flavors!
That’s a government that has its people’s best interest at heart!
Someone asked what rights men have that women don’t. Women can drive and vote and own property, even run for public office. We’ve come a long way, baby! Even though the question was asked in anger, I’ll try to tone down the attitude in my thoughts on the matter because an angry woman is “nasty”, a “bitch”, even a “cunt”. Things get creative from there. What’s an angry man? Women want the same right to anger as men have.
Did you know there are test strips and special finger nail polish that change color when exposed to date rape drugs? We want the right to go out, with friends or alone, without the possibility of being raped as our default setting.
If, God forbid, we are raped we want the right to go to the hospital and police without cynicism and accusations. No, it wasn’t because of where we were or what we were wearing. Whether or not we had flirted with him or even had had sex with him in the past is irrelevant and shouldn’t even be asked. We want our evidence kits tested, not destroyed. We want him to have to live with his crime for the rest of his life. He gave us a life sentence. Why should he get off with less?
We want pay equity. Same shit, different century. We want to get jobs based on our qualifications. How many people voted against Mrs. Clinton because they “don’t want to look at her for four years”? So because she isn’t “pretty”? Bullshit. How many women have lost job opportunities because they are married or of child-bearing age? How often do you hear of men losing promotions because they might decide to have a child in the next couple of years?
There are also rights we want to protect that are under systematic attack. OK, I’ll go there. Planned Parenthood provides education, cancer screenings, birth control (which can prevent abortions, fyi), and general healthcare in many clinics where the population has little other access to these services. Yes, some clinics even provide abortion services. Without touching on right or wrong here, let’s keep back alley abortions as a thing of the past. Now, if you are of the belief that abortion is murder, remember not everyone agrees with you. We are asking that our medical choices be between us and our medical professional and not based on your beliefs or opinions. I’m sure there are ways you can educate others on your beliefs while helping, rather than harming, the women faced with this heartbreaking choice.
And if a woman needs permission from someone other than her medical provider to have an abortion, a man should need permission to get ED pills, which should be issued with two condoms and a Plan B pack. Per pill, not prescription. Oh, would that raise the price? Well, why should we be paying for him to have sex, anyway?
It seems our right to peaceably assemble has also recently come under verbal assault.
Now, if you think the Marches were all about “women’s rights”, you weren’t paying attention.
Our new President has financial interest in a hotel that foreign leaders have already said of course they’ll stay in to curry favor. Our new President has financial interests in oil pipelines, most notoriously the Dakota Access Pipeline. He is now in a position to enact legislation that will do irreparable harm to the water protectors, the water source, the land, and everything else in the name of PERSONAL PROFIT.
Our new President has nominated for positions people who are eminently unqualified and have frightening views for their proposed departments.
Our new President has already moved to undo insurance protections for the poor, the disabled, and the chronically ill.
We the People marched to remind him that we are aware of his conflicts of interest and we are watching him and holding him accountable.
We the People marched to send a message to his appointees that we are watching them and holding them accountable, too.
We the People marched to send a message to the people in our new President’s line of fire that we’ve got you covered, even if you misunderstand or despise us. An attack on one of us is an attack on all free Americans.
We the People marched to remind the President and his cronies that just because you prefer to live in a world of alternative facts doesn’t mean reality goes away or follows your command.
Has all of the childish name-calling, the negativity, the hatred being spewed by the President’s supporters made me regret my decision to march? On the contrary, it’s furthered my resolve to action. I will attend every march, every rally, every meeting, every group get-together I can until sanity reigns and reality is restored. When you insult me and call me names I learn more about you than I do myself. Anyway, this snowflake is proud to be part of the avalanche.
Ah, the beginning of a new year! So full of hope and renewal. Big plans to change lives, change the world! OK, hands up if you’ve decided this is the year you’ll exercise regularly or start running or begin a new diet or go to church weekly or “be a better you” in some other way.
Yeah, they all start off that way, don’t they? We start off with all this enthusiasm and we’re so gung-ho. But by March all the beginning enthusiasm has worn off and we’re back in the same old routines, probably disappointed in ourselves for failing when we’d set ourselves up for failure in the first place.
So what can we do instead? How can we make ourselves and our world better in 2017? Certainly not by trying to do it all up front. No, it needs to be a more gradual process to succeed. Baby steps! And we must be forgiving of ourselves when we don’t make a goal or a new routine doesn’t stick after the first month.
It’s true that we often don’t push ourselves hard enough and don’t reach our potential in any given area because of it. It’s also true that sometimes we push ourselves too hard and sabotage our efforts that way. I know I’m guilty of both!
Face it, you aren’t going to go to the gym every day. Probably not even 3 days a week every week for the whole year. But that doesn’t mean you can’t exercise several times a week. Go for a walk. Do a 20-30 minutes workout video or follow along with an exercise sheet easily printed from various websites. I’ve seen some designed to be done at a desk! You also won’t follow a strict diet of severely restricting what and how much you can eat, either. But you can find a healthy eating program to help you make balanced choices and eat more whole foods instead of sugary treats.
How will I be a “new me” this year, I guess is a question. Well, certainly not by making any Earth shattering resolutions and failing by mid-February. No, that won’t do at all. That’s just “me” not a “new me” 😛 I’d rather continue studying to learn more about networking and computer repair until I finally get a job and then continue on from there. I’ll also continue meditating and reading daily (or almost daily, anyway) to grow both spiritually and as a person. I’ll try to do a better job to help those in need and to recognize when someone doesn’t need or want or can’t accept anything I have to offer. I could also do a better job of accepting help when I’m the one in need.
So how about it? Do you have big plans for the new year? How do you intend to make it work long-term? Can you be forgiving of yourself if you stumble along the way? Remember, dear. You’re only human. You will make mistakes. You will run low on steam to keep up a big project. You will probably even find yourself forgetting because it’s not part of your pre-set routine. Love yourself because of this, not in spite of it. It’s okay, really. You are going to be great and do great things! Even if it’s not what you planned 🙂