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Monday, September 22, 2014

It's Three AM in America, Ringy Dingy Thing

Dear America,

I'll have a cafe mocha vodka valium latte to go please..........

just a little thought to get the engines off and running today -- 

of course, all rights reserved to an outlet headquartered somewhere in China (Young, Inc.), an organization who has somehow figured out the typical American proclivity of buying things we don't need.  And -- after decades amassing such a wealth of knowledge on the subject -- begin tinkering and mass producing just about everything tchotchke under the sun before being sold for a profit at a local convenience store (say a CVS, Inc. for example). 

But besides all that, isn't it remarkable how a simple phrase can explain everything?

I love that.

After all, it's how commercials get it done.  You want to know what something is all about in a snippet?  In print or televised -- boom! An idea, product, service is broken down to to it's very core, providing all who passerby the essence of what makes it wonderful, solid, desired, and more than anything else, generating a certain feeling deep down inside to stir a reaction.

A commercial wants us to make a connection with something, so much so, that we, the consumer, buy into it (literally and figuratively).

Now, I happened to have been shopping for things I didn't know I wanted in order to send a care package to my girl --  who happens to be living far, far away from her mama, in college.

And to that end -- we had both had a rough week.  Matter of fact, it was so rough, I couldn't write.  I couldn't think straight,  I couldn't sleep a wink.  For last week began with the arrival of what we all refer to as the "3 am phone call."

So what, if it was more like a 6:30 am phone call, right?  

I was still awakened out of a deep sleep with a nurse calling from an ER that sits 3500 miles away from me and who happened to also be sitting at the right hand of my girl.

Needless to say, that little phrase prancing atop the page in a pink tutu, says it all.

And not just personally, either.

I mean, honestly,  What in hell's bells is going on in this world???? ... as I anxiously nibble at the fresh paint of "Shell We Dance" across my fingertips. [it's a really pretty color, btw...Check out Sally Hanson, Inc.]

I'll have a cafe mocha vodka valium latte to go please..........

If I may be so bold -- it just might say it all  for all of us.

The only thing I might request, is that it be  made "on the rocks."  As it's not only been hotter than Hades around here, but metaphorically speaking, we are there already.  We have run aground.   While every worthy vessel of everything Americana as been left adrift for as far and wide as the eye can see, totally abandoned and left to the mercy of the elements., an environment unkind. 

If  we were to go along the premise of nothing ever good happens after midnight -- what happens when it is 3am in America and the only people who answer the call are left winged radicals, hellbent on fundamentally transforming America?

Oh, am I being too dramatic?


There are not words to describe the sensation that comes over me when I hear of the president's plan to send 3,000 of our men and women in uniform directly into harm's way, assisting in the immediate control of the Ebola outbreak in Africa.   How did he come up with this number?     And considering the villagers do not trust outsiders -- read this  -- what are we doing?

And so -- when it comes to fighting ISIS -- we have to wait for an entourage before jumping into the fire...  Going back to the president's address to the nation September 10:

  "But this is not our fight alone.  American power can make a decisive difference, but we cannot do for Iraqis what they must do for themselves, nor can we take the place of Arab partners in securing their region.  And that’s why I’ve insisted that additional U.S. action depended upon Iraqis forming an inclusive government, which they have now done in recent days..."
Here's the president on fighting the Ebola enemy:

"We can't dawdle on this one. We have to move with force and make sure that we are catching this as best we can, given that it has already broken out in ways that we have not seen before."

And still, what's with the 3,000?

It's like the nagging ringing in the ear that remains after being shell-shocked.  I am so disturbed by the number -- and I can't seem to shake it.  The last time America has been touched by a number like this it was 9/11.  Yes, the 9/11.  And from exposure to this presidency and specifically, this president, over the last six years, the conspiracy that rages inside my head tells me this number is intentionally driven by a deep seated hatred of some kind.

Either through contamination or by a stones throw, our soldiers are walking into hell on all fronts and our president just sends them in....with no dawdle.  "We have to move with force," he says.  

With Iraq, Syria...no,...let's wait it out shall we.....

[and what is this about????...there are not words or enough time in this day to go here]

Back to Guinea, Liberia, Sierra Leone.  Ebola is spreading like a California wildfire in Santa Ana conditions, through sagebrush and canyon, over the ridge and through the woods, for hundreds of square miles, out of control.  Let's send in the troops on the ground; how about 3,000 of them.

Sure.  There may certainly be justification, right?  No doubt it is a security threat to the world.

But what's with all of a sudden acting like we are taking on the lead role in this case, as if, America, is in fact, in some small way, oh how do you say -- um -- exceptional?

Here's our prez:

"Faced with this outbreak, the world is looking to the United States and it is a responsibility we are prepared to embrace. We are prepared to take leadership on this."

By the way, I plucked that quote from the "World Socialist Web Site."  Yes, indeed.  For kicks, just go read a little of it.  The American Imperialists conspiracy  and it's army are alive and well.

So, let's run with another conspiracy real quick, shall we?

Wonder what happened to the visiting Afghan soldiers, who were in Cape Cod, as part of a military training exercise and then turned up missing.    I mean, it's like no big deal, right, as "the Massachusetts National Guard spokesman Lt. Col. James Sahady told the Cape Cod Times that the men 'had the freedom to come and go.' "

" 'If they were off-duty, they could go to McDonald's or the mall', he said."

Well, apparently, after the drive-thru for a couple of Big Mac's and fries, they took a shot at getting across the border.... to Canada.  It's not like they were armed or anything; surely, they meant to do no harm.

Of course, this goes hand in hand with a post from National Review,.   While it dates back a few days, it also looks to the other border.

Here's a snippet:

In a statement obtained by National Review Online, the U.S. National Citizenship and Immigration Services Council, a union representing 12,000 federal immigration agents, sounded the alarm that not only could jihadists “slip across our porous southern border,” but that fighters could also “exploit our loose and lax visa policies to gain entry to the United States.”
USCIS cites two main issues: a dearth of resources for Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents for enforcement and tracking and the administration’s decision to increase the number of immigrants allowed in for asylum purposes.
I'll have a cafe mocha vodka valium latte to go please..........

Of course, only if you have the time.  Read this from Michelle Malkin.

Nothing like a little jihad hidden in our very own Rocky Mountains. [on the rocks, make mine a double]

I'll have a cafe mocha vodka valium latte to go please..........

Allow me to share something else.  It's something that has been saved -- even "pinned" to my start screen just waiting for just the right moment to drop into the mix.  Me thinks this is the time.

Again, as with all the stories this morning, it is enough to make the blood boil.  But be strong.  Take a big sip of your morning joe and carry on...

It comes out of the little Bible Baptist Church in Carthage, Missouri, no less.  Given their affinity to God and Country, faith and strength, the flag, patriotism, and community running deep -- their Vacation Bible School program set out to honor "God's Rescue Squad."

Sounds simple enough.

Well, not so fast...

“We were told it was against military policy for National Guard troops to participate in Vacation Bible School,” Pastor Hogan said. “They said if the National Guard had assets on church property it would look like the National Guard is sponsoring the Baptist religion..."

"We are right in the middle of the United States of America,” the pastor said. “We are part of the Bible Belt. You read about this stuff going on in big cities. But in Carthage?”

What else is new?

"We are seeing a shocking level of hostility towards religious faith but beyond that – we’ve also seen a militantly secular attitude of trying to sterilize the defense department of all references to faith and references."

This commentary was in response to outrageous policy changes within the U.S. Military.  After all hell broke loose to a specific policy change at Walter Reed Hospital, led in the House by Rep. Steven King (R-IA)....Todd Starnes of Fox News writes:

King spoke from the House floor Thursday blasting a policy memorandum from the commander of Walter Reed National Military Medical Center written by Chief of Staff C.W. Callahan. The September 14th memo covers guidelines for “wounded, ill, and injured partners in care.”
“No religious items (i.e. Bibles, reading material, and/or artifacts) are allowed to be given away or used during a visit,” the policy states.
 “The President of the United States should address this and should excoriate the people who brought about this policy and the individual who brought it about should be dismissed from the United States Military,” Rep. Steve King (R-IA) told Fox News & Commentary.
Are you kidding me?  No bibles allowed?  We have a son or daughter or husband or wife arrive home injured from war, and we can't bring a Bible in to read to them?

Hence, a day after hitting the House floor, the policy was rescinded.

King took up the good fight. And won.

But WTF?  What is happening to America?

I'll have a cafe mocha vodka valium latte to go please..........

Oh my.
What a mess.
I think I spilled my cafe mocha vodka valium latte all over myself today.

There was simply too much to say for one day.

Now, there is such a thing as a good silence -- the kind that finds us self-reflective, learning and growing and quiet in mind while contemplating meaningful and thoughtful things; and then there's the other.    

Now This -- this  is what happens when an evil silence chips away at our soul and steals the day(s) -- an entire week even!   And right out from under me!  So unexpected.  As if sitting paralyzed in fear, or worry is going to help matters.  It's not productive in any way.

When this silence happens, nothing gets said, nothing gets done, and nothing good ever comes of it.

It's 3 am in America. Ringy Dingy.   Let us not be silent in our response.

Make it a Good Day, G

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