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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

You Are Not The Boss of Us !!!!!


The title is a reflection of the infantile behavior we see these days.  I remember hearing little kids say this, especially to older siblings.

As I sit here “watching” and “listening” to the SCROTUS at this morning’s “questioning” by the “chosen press,” I am thinking that he really believes he is in charge of one of his “businesses” where he can just tell  people what to do and they will assuage his every whim.  When will he learn that he is now in the public sector, rather than the private one, and he will have to answer to the American people--he now works for US!

When will this blame game end?  How long do we have to listen to him blame the press for everything? I have never seen such whining! Who gets mad at Nordies? Really?

Did I just hear him say that Flynn was treated unfairly? Really?  Two words:  Remember Watergate!

Also, I am sick of all of the adjectives and adverbs !!!!!!

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

HOPE, No hope, HOPE!

I have been thinking about blogging since the “selection,” but nothing nice immediately came to mind.  My angst was almost unbearable, so I was required to sit, think, and try to make sense of it all.  I have thought, and sat, but still have not been able to make sense of it all.  I never thought that it would happen, and apparently many others have thought the same.  It was like nothing I had ever experienced in a Presidential election.  I have seen many Republicans elected, during my lifetime, and have never had a problem with any of them, even the one I thought was tricky, and the one I thought was as dumb as a box of rocks (but at least he had a genetic link).

It became increasingly difficult to even talk to those who voted for the person I call ##, because they voted for everything I do not believe.  It is not enough for me to hear them say he will carry out his infamous “hat slogan” which sounded like a negative rallying cry negating all that had been done the previous four years.  In my mind, I knew exactly what that meant.

 When you have been historically tied to a group which emasculated Black men, hung them from trees, raped their women and disrespected them in so many other unspeakable ways, it must have been very difficult to see a black man occupy the greatest office in the land.  So, I guess ## is their revenge. Oh well, let us see how much he will care about anyone other than himself, including them, by whatever name they want to be called.

 Yes, I said it, as far as I am concerned, it is nothing more than a racial backlash, no matter how many times they try to say that it is not. Baloney! America has a lot to learn about Race in America! Denial will not lead to understanding. How many real friends do you have of different races.  Not just people who work with you, for you, or you see occasionally.  I mean someone you talk to on the phone, have been to their homes, you REALLY know them?

It seemed that they wanted to wash away The Hope which was so present the past four years. However, I decided that I would never let anyone take away my hope or my joy!

A week ago I participated in what was billed as the “Women’s March,” which was so much more than that. That gave me a little hope from the time I arrived at the trolley station and saw the large group of people waiting to purchase tickets.  I had not anticipated such a crowd.  Upon entering the train, there was no room to move, and the trolley could pick up no one else all the way to downtown.  One young lady said she had felt so alone after the election, but felt wonderful, even on the trolley to be around like minded people.  It was a glorious ride, pussy hats everywhere (did not have one, but someone is knitting me one, after the fact). Upon our arrival at our stop, it was a glorious walk to the beginning area for the march, near San Diego’s Civic Center.  I could not believe the number of people--old, young, men, women, and children, even babies in strollers.  The signs were the most creative I have ever seen at any march.  I marched with two 50 something former students, and a friend who graduated from high school the same year I did--Love us 60’s activists. There was a slight rain, but we were prepared.  I think it probably lasted for 3-5 minutes, but was quite inconsequential.
It was just a one mile walk, but the spirit was absolutely amazing.  I was so glad that I did it. It was a RENEWAL of hope for me.

I have suspended my “News Junkie” status, to  keep my sanity, and I cannot bear to see a certain face or hear a certain voice.  I have watched more movies, colored more, written more, and read more, so that is a good thing.  The time I spent with MSNBC, and CNN have been replaced--that is also a good thing.

My HOPE has returned because I see the present events as a call to action.  No more taking things for granted. No more listening to miscalculating news accounts. The time for action, and activism is NOW. It is not enough to march, we have to protest, email representatives, encourage, and pray, as we move our feet!