Monday, January 9, 2017

The short and long of it for Monday, Jan. 9

This started out as a facebook post, and it's still there:

And so, I decided to expand upon it here in a blog post; so, let's begin.

-- Democrats need to grow up and get over it already because YOU LOST!
I mean really, have you witnessed such a huge bunch of crybabies as the democrats are being? They are all doing stuff, just to be hateful to Trump, from the potus on down. Stuff that hurts our country, our allies. I mean, really! When you start hurting our nation and our allies with your bitchy, hateful behavior, it's time to suck it up and act like an adult and get over it already. Those nitwits in Washington are supposed to be working for our nation's best interests - not the damn democratic party's best interests. Right now, the New York white house is beating out the Washington white house for being presidential. The 20th can't come soon enough.

--- The far left liberals who want an anything goes society needs to suck it up and deal with it because being conservative isn't a dirty word anymore.
For 8 years, they've made it a dirty word to be conservative, and I'm tired of it. There's nothing wrong with being conservative. We're not bigots! We're not deplorable, despite what a certain has-been politician seemed to think. Conservative, hard-working people have built this nation .... made it great .... they've been the backbone of this nation for it's entire life. Those pitiful, boozy, crybaby college kids better toughen up if they want to be the backbone of this nation. Traditional values are a good thing, and have nothing to do with bigotry or stupidity!

--- All those who loved political correctness needs to pull up their panties and brace themselves because that animal is out the damn door.
This political correctness is some of the stupidest stuff that this nation has ever done. When you bend over backwards so far in order to avoid offending this one or that one, to the point where you even betray your own beliefs ..... ??? That is the height of stupidity. There's a country music song that applies to this perfectly, and I'll share the video:
You've got to stand for something, or you ain't worth a damn; and our nation hasn't been worth a damn for about 8 years now. It's long past time we changed that, and quit kissing people's asses.

--- And NO, you NIMRODS! Being enemies with the Russians isn't a good thing. Being friends and working together is a lot better.
'Oh gee, let's just haul off and make Russia mad at us. Yeah, that's a good thing, isn't it?'
NO DUMBASS! IT'S NOT! Being friends with Russia beats the hell out of having them as an enemy. Maybe a lot of you younger ones don't remember the cold war, but I sure as hell do. Worrying if the nuclear missiles were going to fly one day for real. Geeze! Grow a brain people and use it for something other than filling out your ass! We need to be on friendly terms with Russia. Fortunately for us, Putin has more sense than Obama. This all goes back to the being hateful for hateful's sake I mentioned above. 

--- And the reason social security is struggling so isn't because there hasn't been enough babies born; it's because those damn politicians used social security as their own personal slush fund. If they had of left alone the monies that we paid in, it would be fine.
This last one was spurred by some nimrod who was on Fox and Friends, claiming that people needed to start having more babies, and that would fix social security. Claimed there wasn't enough people working to pay the seniors the benefits they were promised. BULLSHIT! The seniors of today are me and my counterparts, the Baby Boom Generation. Our social security benefits should be paid by the money we paid in when we were working, so there should be plenty of $$$ for our benefits. The reason there isn't is because Washington politicians have raided social security time and time again, never putting anything back, and have done it to the point where it's practically bankrupt! That one really set me off as it was such utter nonsense.

--- Our liberal, lame-butt universities
This is another thing that sets me off. Many of our universities have become, put quite simply, dens of iniquity. Sports players oftentimes choose what school they will play at based solely on how many pretty girls it has and if it is a good party school. The students go there and party and booze it up and who knows what else. They were so upset over the election that they had to be excused from classes and provided with coloring books and other such nonsense. Yet, they weren't too upset to go riot in the streets, disrespecting this nation and it's election process. Oh, and they have to have classes to teach them how to be adults ..... ? Just what the hell are they being taught? Because it sure doesn't sound like it is anything that's worth a damn.

--- And that's the short and long of it, here on Monday, January 9th, 2017.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

My thoughts on the election

Yes, I'm glad Trump won. I pulled for him to win all the way through.
And no, I didn't want Hillary for a president. She doesn't care about this nation or it's people. She just cares about the office of president and has lusted after it since her hubby, Bill, had the office. When I thought about her as president, I had an awful premonition of doom for our nation if she was elected; and I had a premonition that Trump was our only hope for righting this ship we call America.

On election night, when they declared Trump the winner, I felt a great weight lift off me. I knew the reactions the following day would be interesting, but I didn't know they would devolve into traitorism and a severe lack of patriotism.

People are showing their true colors, and the lack of depth to themselves as a person. Before the election, and in the aftermath of it, I have unfollowed and unfriended several people on facebook. The Clinton supporters are showing their extreme childishness in their reaction to the election results. Their candidate didn't win, so they are throwing a huge tantrum about it.

There have been protests and riots, all of which have went unaddressed by either Clinton or President Obama. And then there's this:

That is totally traitorous in my opinion. They're lucky I'm not in charge, because I'd kick every one of them out of the country and label them as traitors. They're so childish and so determined to have their way.

I'm wondering how many of these protestors are Americans, and how many are illegal immigrants who are afraid of getting kicked out of the country? I have no respect for and no use for these people. Our founding fathers are turning over in their graves.

January 20th can't come soon enough for me. I even went so far as to send a message to President Obama, asking him to take some kind of action. But I doubt that he will. He's probably enjoying this.

Meanwhile, this is all destroying our nation and tearing it to shreds.

College students are made of such flimsy stuff that colleges are letting them out of classes because they are so distraught over the election. SAY WHAT!!! If they are made of such pitiful stuff, what will happen when one of the major storms of life blow in? They are falling apart because their candidate didn't win. What will they do when a real crisis appears in their life? They will crumble, that is what.

All I can say is that I am glad that the parents of the Baby Boom generation were made of much sterner stuff. Otherwise, Hitler would have never been defeated.

These pampered children of today don't know what real problems and real trouble is. In all my 55 years of living, I've never witnessed anything as shameful as this election year has been.

I am disappointed in people in general, and am growing to not like people. This 'entitled me' attitude that the younger generations have is getting on my last nerve. And they don't know how to listen! All they know how to do is get angry and argue!

I know one thing about the protestors, that they must not have a job that they are depending on for food on their table and a roof over their head. Because if they did, they wouldn't be able to be out there protesting and causing trouble. Unless someone is paying them to be out there. And some of them are teenagers under the age of 18, so where are their parents?

And I'm so fed up with people who are 'afraid' because of the election results. People today are simply being childish.

It makes me wonder what these baby-dults will do when a real storm enters their life? They will collapse under it, that is what. They are falling apart over an election. Where the rest of us would just take a deep breath and forge on, sad that our candidate lost; they throw a major tantrum and want the election results rewritten to suit them.

Once upon a time, Americans were made of much stouter stuff.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

B is for blue

Upon coming over to put up this post, I decided to continue my journey through the alphabet; and no, I'm not posting about the color, but the mood.


I'm sitting here feeling so damned depressed and discouraged tonight. Some neighborhood vandal has taken a delight in letting the air out of our tires, and it's the only car we have. We don't know who it is, or when they're doing it, even though we're home all the time. A few times, they've even let the air out until the tire is flat.

This has caused great problems for us, as both of us are disabled; and like I said, it's our only car. No, we don't have an air compressor at home. I just recently ordered a little cheap one from Amazon, but it didn't work, so we're having to send it back. Huge disappointment and bummer. And no, we can't keep it in the garage; door doesn't work.

We don't have money to spend on getting the tire checked, buying fix a flat, motion sensor lights, or video surveillance. Yes, I've contacted the local police, but there's not a lot they can do. They made some extra runs by your house, and things were quiet; but I guess they've stopped, and our vandal has started up again.

We have a hard enough time as it is, just making ends meet from month to month. This is just so discouraging; it's a problem we don't need. I have IBS, among other things, and all this stress just makes things worse; till sometimes I don't hardly feel like eating.

Why is someone doing this to us? We're quiet, we mind our own business, we don't bother anyone. Why do they get their jollies out of making our life harder, when it's hard enough already. Now we can't go out and do any grocery shopping until someone helps us get our tires aired up.

I so wish that air compressor had worked; we really needed it to work. The motor ran, but it didn't air anything up. In fact, the tire lost a pound of air. We have to beg for help to get the tires aired up. We need one that is good and really works good, but we can't afford a good one. All we can afford is crap that doesn't work.

Why can't things get easy for us? Why do they always have to be so hard all the time? I'm so bummed out and depressed. We both are disabled and live with chronic pain, and now to have these hassles. Some people have good luck hand over fist. We never do. Once in a while we'll have a tiny bit of good luck, here and there. But we don't get used to it, don't expect it to continue, cause we know it won't.

I'm so tired of the constant ongoing struggle. Don't know what to do, no solution. Sometimes I just want to curl up in a ball and give up. Tonight is one of those times.
-- jd --

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Letting go of a dream

To start off with, let's make it clear what kind of dreams I'm talking about. I'm not talking about the kind of dreams you have at night when you're asleep. No, this isn't about those kind of dreams.

What I'm talking about is something you aspire to do, a cherished hope or ambition. That's the kind of dreams I'm talking about. I figure pretty much everybody has at least one sometime. I know I have had several. Having them can be fun, and it can be heartbreaking and life-changing when you have to let one go.

When you have to let one go, when you lose one, a little part of you dies right along with that dream; and then it leaves an empty spot in you. Yes, you'll recover and go on; but you'll never be quite the same. It changes you.

A show about giving up a dream
Over the past several weeks, we've been watching this season's America's Got Talent show. There were a lot of talented people to cross their stage. And all of them except for one, no matter what their act or level of talent or skill or experience, got a lesson in losing a dream.

The winner was a 12 year old squeaky-voiced girl who shook when she took the stage, playing a ukulele that she had for only a year. She didn't win because of talent. She won because of popularity. She didn't deserve the win she got, and they didn't do her any favors. Over the course of that show, a 12 year old girl turned into a nervous, stressed kidult; and lost something precious in the process - the rest of her childhood.

Many more talented acts left the stage in disappointment, giving up a dream of winning that competition. Adults left that stage, who deserved to win more. But the one I think I'll remember the most is 62 year old Ronee Martin. Check out this video of her:

She was, by far, the most talented person on the show. By rights, she should have won. But she was kicked out early on, and it had nothing to do with her talent. It had to do with her age. Obviously many thought she was too old.

In fact, all the contestants over 50 were shuttled off the show early on. It was an obvious case of age discrimination. Yeah, let them on the show, and let them compete a little bit, but get rid of them before it gets serious. And in the end, a 12 year old who didn't sing that great won it all. Both sad and disgusting. It ruined my night.

But it awakened me to a fact.

Too old to have a dream?
My hubby remembers hearing Simon Cowell say on air on one of the AGT shows, about Ronee Martin, that he thought she was too old to start a career. Did he think her too old to have a dream?

The sad fact of our times is that people in general, who are under 50, don't want appreciate people over 50. Read this article for a better take on what I'm saying:
This was painfully obvious on this season of America's Got Talent.
I won't be watching that show again.

So does one get too old to have a dream of something new that they would like to achieve? I don't think so. I never have. Keeping busy, keeping things to do that you enjoy, those are the spice of life.

Me and my dreams
I've had a lot of dreams, and went through the painful process of having to let them go. It hurt, but I survived and went on. Fast forward to now. Back in 2012, I drug out of the closet the last of my dreams, that of being a published author. Now I am a writer, I have been since high school. But I don't consider myself an author, because I've never published a book.

I developed this dream during my high school days, back in the late 1970s. But my mom made a point to tell me how unrealistic it was, so I shelved it, figuring that later on in my life, I would pull it out and pursue it. Well, in 2012, I did just that. Then life got in the way. A lot of things have happened, none of them helpful to what I wanted to do; none of which I care to go into. But I've decided to give up on this last dream of publishing a book, and I thought it deserved some kind of a send off. To publish a book, I'd need $30,000 cash, minimum. I won't go into the details why, but they're legitimate. Besides, there's so many out there and then there's my age.

Writing to please me
Back when I started writing, back in high school, I had fun with it. It was fun then. And I want to get back to that. I want to get away from wondering if it is good enough, if I am any good as a writer, if anyone will like what I'm writing. I want to get back to just pleasing me and me alone with my writing. If others like it, great. If they don't, so what. If I like it, that's what matters; and I need to put the joy and fun back into my writing.

When I want to share my fiction writing, I plan on publishing on wattpad. I want to focus on my book review blog, and give more attention to my other blogs.

So I'm not giving up writing, just the idea of publishing a book. Someday, maybe if things clear up, I might reconsider it. But for right now, it's off the table and out the door, to hang out with all my other expired dreams.


Friday, August 5, 2016

A is for August

So, I've decided to blog through the alphabet, from A to Z. I did a bit of googling, and I know that there's an official challenge that goes off in April of each year. But they want you to blog each and every day ...... yeahhhhh, that may not happen. But whether or not I do it every day, or however often I choose to continue the alphabet posts, I thought it would be an interesting thing to do.

Besides, this A to Z thing is an old friend to me. A good while back, many years ago in fact, I started this mental game to pass the time when I was somewhere and was bored. I would simply go through the alphabet, with the requirement that I had to come up with a word for each letter. Sometimes I would have a category that I would go by, and a lot of the time it would be just random. I still use it sometimes to try to get to sleep; it's very helpful with that.

A is for August.
I like August, at least now I do.
When I was but a youngling, back in my school days, I had a love/hate relationship with August. It was the traditional month when the Kentucky state fair took place, and me and my parents used to go a lot. But it was also when school started. I didn't particularly like school. It wasn't the teachers or the studying that I minded. It was the kids I was in school with, road the bus with. I was teased a lot, all the way from grade school until high school. I don't have a lot of good school memories. But I do have some good memories of the state fair.

Now, I'm 55, and many years out from my school days, and I like August. Because I hate July. Several years ago, I got overheated real bad, and now I just can't take the heat. During the hottest part of summer, I just hibernate inside under the air conditioning. Here in Kentucky, that's July.

But when we get to August, ..... ahhhhh, sweet August, it heralds the return to cooler weather and fall. Don't get me wrong, August is still quite warm; but I know that September will be cooler, and in October, the weather will be nice.

The seasons, in order of preference by me:

  1. Fall, because it is the beginning of cooler weather;
  2. Spring, because it comes after winter and brings with it so many spring flowers;
  3. Winter, because I can stand to get out in cold weather;
  4. Summer, because during the hot days, I have to hibernate inside; and by the end of summer I have a bit of cabin fever. 
So there you have it.
A is for August.
-- jd --

Saturday, July 23, 2016

The hot days of summer

Well, here in Kentucky, it is summer. And July here isn't just hot, it's humid too. Sometimes, walking out your door is like walking into a sauna.

Me, I hibernate inside during summer. Several years ago, I got overheated, and so I don't handle heat well anymore.

My seasonal preferences are as follows:
1 fall
2 spring
3 winter
4 summer

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

A new way to post

I'm going to be trying something out that I haven't utilized a lot before now, and that is email posting. It's a neat feature that blogger offers, that will hopefully have me posting more often in this blog.

The posts may be short, but I'm going to try it out. Hope you like what I share.

Technology is wonderful, and I love computers.

Till next time. -- JD --