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Friday, April 28, 2017

It's a Miso Soup Thing

Dear America,

I am the master of my fate.  
I am the captain of my soul.

just yesterday, in G dayz, we were speaking about Katy Perry's lament of the misogynist-in-chief (as if he was the first ever, right?).  Hello?  Can we talk Kennedy?  Hmmmmm and suddenly, the term 'leading from behind' takes a turn around the dance floor with an entirely new perspective.  Or how about Billy bob-devil-in-a-blue-dress-and-a-cigar Clinton?  Of course, both Bushies are major suspects, too, as a family history repeats itself.  We could probably find dirt on every single president to date....and maybe even their wives, too.  According to one biography, rumor has it Grace Coolidge fooled around with a couple of the secret service boys...oh my.

Oh happy friday. This girl is so happy, so happy, it's friday.

Having just left a guy only a month ago [see blog on finding my little light, here] , this isn't particularly the best time for a discussion on boys.  Tee hee.  But Oh! do I love boys and hate boys and love them again...indeed.

Just for foreplay, when it comes to hanky-panky and playing around, the honest truth is that there is usually a girl who participates with the boy; which in fair turn -- given equality for all and all for one -- makes the girl just as culpable and equally corrupt as boy.  THIS is NOT the same thing as a girl receiving unwanted advances or being on the receiving end of some kind of sexual assault, or being battered with sexually explicit words all the live long day with words that degrade her, disrespect her, or otherwise make her feel dirty, or an object, in an unprotected workplace, and one that clearly has created an environment unfit for the times.

But the thing is, to keep playing with this word, MISOGYNY -- this label, really -- and allow just a whip of the tongue to instantly assail a powerful guy......... perhaps we need to be more consistent.  Just sayin'.

Besides, much of the time, it's really a misuse of the word.  For by definition, any time we place a MISO-- in the front of the word, it stands for hatred; and as such, misogamy is a hatred of marriage; misology is a hatred of reason, argument, or enlightenment; misoneism is a hatred of change or innovation; and finally, misogyny is a HATRED of women.  [And thank you to my American Heritage Dictionary]

This girl has said this before:  but does anyone really think The Donald hates women?  Is it about hatred when he wants to get in a girl's pants?   Anyone?  Are all womanizers misogynists?  Please, someone, tell me.

And so then, answering the question of what do we know and when did we know it, on the fly -- if Katy Perry thinks Trump is the quintessential misogynist-in-chief, then that would make her, quite possibly, a California GURL/Pop Star impersonating a miso-neist by way of miso-logy.  ....take that and dial it back.

Now perhaps the misogyny label can be placed quite appropriately upon the Princes and Kings of Saudi Arabia....but if we go there, we might as well call every Muslim man, following Sharia Law,  a misogynist, right?  And if we go there, considering some horrific news of late, we might as well add any doctor who commits female genitalia mutilation surgery upon girls...yes, and even within the boundaries of these great United States of America.  Does Katy got a voice on that?

Words matter.  Name calling matters.

It is a complete misnomer to call President Donald Trump a misogynist; not only that, it's misjudging the situation, misleading the truth, and misinterpreting his behavior.

Ah in this era of mine, when it's seems most natural to mutter the words, oh who needs a man -- suddenly, the consideration of adding et. al.  comes to mind.  Oh my fellow man, my fellow man, how you make this girl crazy sometimes.   But of course, this is what the G Thing is all about, duh --- keeping a silly diary from one American girl to the next, and in particular, keeping tabs on politics and pop culture and populists and miso-populists alike or not alike at all.

It's all about double standards and double speak with The Left, isn't it?

Oh sure -- The Left is totally into free speech, are most tolerable and love everyone -- IF you march lock, stock, and barrel, with placards and chanting and bandannas across your face, along with the kind of anarchy they preach.  yeah, yeah, that's all fine and good. and yet....if you color outside the lines....

The whole truth is, they are Miso-Milo and Miso-Coulter simply based upon the side of politics they stand; now talk about misology!  What is The Left so afraid of?  Why is The Left so close-minded and intolerant?  Why is The Left misbehaving so -- and where will the censorship stop --- when the leftists make fascist their last name and mutilate from the roots any last shred of evidence that conservatives ever existed, let alone deserve any respect, let alone happiness?   The Left is so good at rewriting science, history, and basically having its way with anyone who doesn't think like them.

And actually, if we go there, we might as well label the entire Left as misogynists against ALL conservative women -- girls like me!   For it has become quite clear -- the Left hates, disregards, hellbent to emasculate the natural power, the organically grown feminism of it's own kind, of the conservative girl.

No matter.  For the things we conservative gurls  carry in the midst of this cultural war upon those of us walking the road less traveled -- with the mass, mainstream media fully ignoring our every voice --  is an awfully seductive dance of courage, of disobedience,  of grace, uncommon.  Oh libertad, Oh Libertad, Invictus is mine.

a poem by William Earnest Henley....from 1888:

Out of the night that covers me, 
      Black as the pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
      For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
      I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance 
      My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
      Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years 
      Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 
      How charged with punishments the scroll, 
I am the master of my fate, 
      I am the captain of my soul. 

Oh my, I must have said 'girl'  a million times today -- definitely more than usual;  i got carried away.  But as truth be told, and retold, and rewritten and retold, let it be understood, I am no longer just a girl on any given day -- I am more like G-hahd Jane; I'm in a fight for America -- for my life and yours (even the anarchists and lefty's) -- every single GI joe day no matter what comes out of everybody's mouth.

I really wanted to talk about something going on with the misogynists at the United Nations, but it will just have to wait for another day.  For a down and dirty preview, by all means take a peek through this window to world power, HERE.  [Nikki better be on this by now.]

Make it a Good Day, G

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

It's a G-hahd Thing

Dear America,

"If you have a voice, use it."
Katy Perry
Cover of Vogue, May

and not to further disappoint, the article inside is sure to please by going deep -- revealing just what this little cultural icon thinks about "pop, power, and politics..."  Needless to say, it should come as no surprise that this girl didn't buy it, let alone read it; yet, for certain my imaginations run wild with a Katy Perry interview hooking up with the visions of a leftist's wet teenage dream with enough California Gurl firepower to blow up my afternoon.

I would also put my money -- maybe even 400 grand -- on the notion that Katy wasn't speaking to me.  But maybe not; maybe it isn't fair to jump to any conclusions on whether or not she would respect my conservative take on life and culture in America, giving me a kiss on the cheek with a whisper in my ear to, 'rock on, G! you go gurl! '   ........Oh, an American girl can dream, indeed.

Speaking of voices!  All together now: Hip Hip Hip O Crite! Hip Hip Hip O Crite!

And here in lies why I love politics and hate politics all the live long day....it's like an internal G-hahd going on inside me..... and round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows. [On a personal G note: a new muse in my life unknowingly fed me that play on jihad; and at the moment, the gravity of this finding, this play of words, finds me completely dumbstruck on how to thank him....but no doubt, this girl will figure it out....teehee; but let me be clear...under the No Expectations Act of 4/22, muses come and muses go, so this girl stands completely, joyfully, fully independent.] 

But let's not dwell, shall we; back to Obama:  what a hypocrite with a CAPITAL BO. It stinks to high heaven with like seventy-two virgins waiting for him!   I when we talk capital -- besides the larger letters, that are a complete given --- we could also go capital, as in the sudden reaping of wealth, dirty money from the dirty fat cats he assailed,  during both of his dirty presidential campaigns and then throughout the dirty scandal of his eight year administration; what a capital idea!  

Oh, Barry, you've come a long way since your early days of community organizing; from the streets of Chicago, to the presidency, and fundamentally transforming America from the inside out, while making all of America vulnerable to the ways of the ummah (Muslim community) working into every facet of our government, large and small.   THIS IS STUNNING...San Diego news of pure abuse!

Katy Perry might just take issue later on the years, when all of us gurls need to wear a burqa....just saying.  But again, I digress, bigly.

That last link brings you face to face with the way CAIR has somehow or other become a legitimate voice for the Muslim community, and has quietly worked its way into our lives, while most Americans have had their face in the sand and allowing their efforts shameful validation. As they aim to corrupt our republic, little by little, even if it takes them another fifty to a hundred years, we might as well be so ashamed to cover our entire bodies and beautiful faces, leaving only a wee bit of room for the eyes.

Yeah, I stand for equality and diversity and love, too; but this girl is sure as hell not handing over America's foundation, built upon the Rule of Law [Totally incompatible with SHARIA], a law celebrating liberty and freedom, and guaranteeing every person, every individual, the pursuit of happiness, to a wild bunch of sharia enthusiasts with the intention of either converting or the killing of every infidel on the planet, starting with the western world -- kinda like a hostile takeover of the peaceful kind [Oh CAIR, you can kiss my ass].  By the way, you can find CAIR headquarters on Capital Hill; all the while, this link is a great place to start, in order to introduce you to the pure  deception that runs wide and deep with voices beguiling and charming and totally capitalizing on the ability to captivate and hold captive, literally.

AND NOW READ THIS VOICE:  counterjihadreport.
AND NOW READ THIS VOICE:  thedailywire

welcome to the end of the day, of G-hahd day....although this message has been said, voiced, in a variety of ways, many a days before, here on the old G Thing -- today, itself, is a brand new day; as we continue to evolve and learn and grow, we must continually adapt to the ways and means of the enemy, otherwise we may miss an opportunity to capitalize on what we know and when did we know it, and most important, struggle with the conflict of answering the question of what are we going to do about it....as in, how are we going to combat it!  For to stand still, is like sitting down and just taking it -- vogue, strike a pose, and die --  and that just ain't gonna fly!

We are in a fight for our life and our livelihoods just as great as they were in the age of the revolutionary war.   And dare I add, even a Katy Perry would have to agree with me purely based on the potential of being on the receiving end of real misogyny  argument alone.


Make it a Good Day, G

Thursday, April 20, 2017

It's an Oh World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough! Thing!

Dear America,

God's World

O World, I cannot hold thee close enough!  
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! 
Thy mists, that roll and rise!  
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag 
And all but cry with colour!  That gaunt crag 
To crush!  To lift the lean of that black bluff!  
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all, 
But never knew I this; 
Here such a passion is 
As stretcheth me apart -- Lord, I do fear   
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;  
My soul is all but out of me-- let fall 
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

of course, this beautiful poem from Millay is just as exquisite in springtime.

My eyes laid upon it just this morning, as my Jesus Calling directed me to the Book of Deuteronomy,  As a child, at the time of life -- in Sunday School -- when we played, and sang songs, in hopes of memorizing the books of the Bible in their order, Deuteronomy mesmerized me right from the start. It was just fun to trickle it's four little syllables off the tongue; while it sounded like something totally out of this world.  

Giving it a second, or third, or hundredth look just now, upon this new day, with these new eyes -- refreshed from the fifty years of experience of life itself --  this girl is simply thinking, and how!

Deuteronomy means a second or repeated law -- and it's origins are Greek; linking to Bible Hub, it tells us a wee bit of its essential background:  
"Purpose. To lead Israel to obedience and to warn them against disobedience. The spirit and aim of the law is explained in such a way as to present both encouragement and warning.
Contents. It consists of three addresses of Moses, given on the plains of Moab at the close of the wilderness wanderings of Israel, in which he gives large sections of the law formerly given, together with additions necessary to meet the new conditions. There is also the appointment of Joshua as Moses' successor and the farewell song of blessing of Moses and the record of his death.
Style. The style is warmer and more oratorical than that of former books. Its tone is more spiritual and ethical and its appeal is 'to know God,' 'love God' and 'obey God.'"
If you are a frequent Gthing visitor (FGV), then you will understand that context is everything!  (And if you're not a FGV, then now you know :). Each day stands alone with it's own individual, totally original, organically grown, manna of pure thought upon a brand new day -- courtesy of yours truly, in communion with God and the world around us.   Sometimes we go low, but most often,we try to go high -- so high we try to touch the sky.  Of course, when I say we, I mostly mean me.  It's just me, G, saying whatever comes to mind....and some days, and then some!  tee hee

Deuteronomy is said to have been written by Moses, recording his last three sermons to God's people, during his last week on the planet!  O world, this beautiful world!

Moses was aiming to impress upon the world a new approach, a fresh context and perspective, of just why the Law --  God's commandments --  is not only just, but designed, divined, for our own good!  Can I get an amen?!

O to "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength." Deuteronomy 6:5

It's quite simple, actually:  when we follow the Word, life leads us out of the desert in every possible way; and when we don't, we experience a certain exile of our own making.

In my Jesus Calling this morning, Sarah Young -- speaking to us through Jesus -- reminds us to turn off the messages of negativity, of deprivation, of life misguided, by way of the surrounding and ever-multiplying media outlets -- and come back to Jesus in the every day; supplementing the diet with what truly feeds our hearts and minds is where we find our strength, the sustenance necessary to actually LIVE a life the way our Lord wants us to live!

Outside our windows, we awake to the news of a new day and a world of hurt -- North Korea's nuclear missile threats, chemical weapons being dropped by a mad man in Syria, Russia wrangling to rearrange the world order, leftists on college campuses shutting down free speech of all things!  basically anything and everything that lands outside the mindset where Leftist's live,  and a mainstream media that has clearly made its choice.   Conservatives have been living their own desolation and a certain loss of faith in their fellow man and countrymen, especially!

And yet, as conservatives and believers who share an unshakable faith in Something Greater, we know that no matter who leads North Korea, Syria, Russia, Berkeley, NBC, CBS, ABC -- God is still on the throne!  O world, O beautiful world!

After the last administration, America lost its organically grown and widely respected leverage around the world after a leader, and president, chose to lead from behind.  And in a word, or two, or six with nine syllables, this is not the American way!

Never again, never again.

The constant movement of time and events never seems to disappoint; how intricate a plan, how magnificent is the undying urge to know God, to see the world through God's eyes.  Just as Edna St.Vincent Millay once gave tribute to God's world, it's as if each of us come to this relationship with God in our own way!  [Or we don't!  Everyone is free to be, you and me...]   But how great Thou art!  How great thou art!

Picture this:   
For Deuteronomy -- with all of its real time history of history itself, and its prophecy of things to come in the world -- was written approximately 1400 B.C. !  O Israel, O Israel...the world of hurt you have seen... Moses wrote "The Song of Moses" as a way for the Hebrews to remember!  Keep a copy of God's laws close, for Moses warned of the law being forgotten over time.  It was written in song, as a catchy way for those who could not read or write themselves, to remember! to be able to pass the Word on, to future generations, to have to hold forever!

Humans are weak, indeed.  If we go to Romans 7:21 --- we find, "when I want to do good, evil is right there with me."  kinda funny if it weren't so true.

Time -- chock-full of rulers and evil doers everywhere -- lurks, and lays a hand upon both the righteous and the wicked in equal measure.  And given the times, there have been conversations a-plenty with the what seems to be the beginning of World War III.  ugh.

Which made me want to do a quick Wiki check...

Understand that just four score minus four years ago -- give or take a day or two or more -- we were in the very midst of a huge war among nations!  And the Allies consisted of these guys:  Joseph Stalin, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, and Chiang Kai-shek!   It's like, really?  They were all friends?  And upon the other side, the Axis of Evil doers, we have Adolf Hitler, Hirohito, Benito Mussolini!!!  The loss of total life, a 100 million people or so, too great to truly count -- including soldiers, civilians, holocaust victims, and the dropping of two  atomic bombs upon Japan.

In the end, the allied team wins....?  okay.... and we gained the United Nations?   okay...and America began to not only stand up for many things, but grow the military power to back it up, day in and day out!  

But here's the thing.  And it's kinda a big one.  The end of WWII found America a military superpower rising within a God-fearing, law abiding, culturally conservative, church going, faithful people; the strength came from a foundation rooted with the history of the faithful, of followers of the Judeo-Christian beliefs, dating back to the last three sermons of Moses and beyond.  America recognized the essential element of loving our God with ALL our heart, with all our mind, with all our strength, first and foremost!  "O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!" 

Needless to say, this perspective, this context,  is worthy of a repeat in history; a Deuteronomy take two -- which some might consider an oxymoron, but it's really just another time around; as in, the same verse, same as the first, kind of thing.  O Moses, O Moses, where oh where is our Moses?

Time flies and dies and rises again.

O this world - this world that I cannot hold thee close enough -- is not all mine. And yet, I fear not. 
And suddenly this seems to be enough said for today. 

And besides, what do I know...I'm just a girl, her name is Gretchen.  And this, just so happens to be another day in the life of an American Girl.

Make it a Good Day, G

Thursday, April 6, 2017

It's All About This Little Light of Mine Thing

Dear America,

"I have to say that the world is a mess. 
I inherited a mess. 
Whether it's the Middle East. 
Whether it's North Korea. 
Whether it's so many other things. 
Whether it's in our country, horrible trade deals. 
I inherited a mess. 
We are going to fix it. 
We are going to fix it."  

there ya go (and thank you Real Clear Politics for the real clear video diary, attached);
and what a delicious press conference that was, with that hunka munka King Abdullah II of Jordan!  Yum :)

So Yesterday, so to speak, on the old GThing -- it somehow or other turned into days ago; as a little reminder, a truly upsetting book about sandwiches collided with another real page turner, a Japanese method of tidying up; that little book referred to itself as "life-changing magic" -- and all I can add to that is a big fat indeed.

After reading, closet cleaning, shredding and shedding and vacuuming, this girl promptly went to work untangling a twelve year relationship and releasing it into the cosmos with every emotion from piss to bliss.  It would seem in the madness to sweep each other off our feet, after pure attachment grew and grew, after the threads of life and love thoroughly and completely knotted up into a rather untidy ball, something about it no longer fit in the room; the more my heart tried to wrap itself around it and hold it tight, the more uncomfortable it was; it was if suddenly, this girl realized she accidentally inherited a complete mess, and everything became so clear.  This girl found herself twelve years a wave goodbye, like, real clear.

Some might say the girl went nuclear; but then again, what's the point in having these options if we don't sometimes use them, right?

And speaking of which, 
way to FILIbuster;
and hot damn our US SENATE

but back to me,
nobody puts baby in a corner, a closet, or heaven help me, on perpetual hold.  eh eh eh wrong again.

Joel Osteen's Sunday sermon was entitled, "Trouble is Transportation;" nothing happens by accident or without a reason...that we don't grow in the good times, but only through our troubles....as it takes us to places unknown...growing organically through what the experiences bring and the character it reveals....and finally, that people don't determine our destiny, God has the final say....all of which is sparkly and spot clean true, to which all I can add, is a big fat indeed!  [love that Osteen]

The thing is, making the decision wasn't a snap decision at all; it was a heavy heart that grew strong enough, resolute enough, and calm enough, to make it so, like a crystal clear wrecking ball made of diamonds and filled with unmet dreams and a patient purpose making its way through years of being kept in the dark, to where, finally, the path reveals itself in all it's glorious splendor in the phase we may as well call, what's next.  At this point, it almost doesn't even matter.

To some observers, it's an about-face; to others, it's an 'about-damn-time.'  Certainly, at this point, it doesn't even matter what you or I call it, for it's just done.  In the great scheme of things, it's just a completed season in the life of one little girl who happens to be sitting upright in the hand of God and waiting for further instructions.  Nothing is by accident, and everything is going according to plan.

Fear doesn't live here no more, no more.

And just as the president points out that, militarily speaking, he's not going to say what's next in the plans, nor telegraph to the world his every move as to where he's going and when, with all due respect; likewise, this girl is feeling a certain solidarity with the concept of mystery, and keeping the people waiting in the unknown (as if I have people; but gotta love what happens in the details, she-tales, right). 

Sunday's message, from Osteen, included a short story about a guy who played a little baseball.   He came home from the war, and started to play ball with the Detroit Tigers, and three years in, an injury took him out of the game permanently.  One day, to please his father, he went to work at a friend's pizza joint, working for free; he just had to leave his house and show up somewhere, everyday, to continue to live under his father's roof.  Long story shorter, he eventually started his own pizza place, and in turn, it kinda grew.  And grew.  And grew.  And one day, the franchise owner of Little Caesar's, Mike Ilitch, grew up into the position of owner of the Detroit Tigers...etc....
[Ilitch is no longer with us, bless his soul...]

But seriously serious -- 
Splendid, indeed, is the mystery of how the world is messy and orderly, congruently, from one moment to the next, isn't it?  Delta Delta Delta, can I get an amen?

So in the presence of being totally aware that I am infinitely unfinished, my life takes on a brand new vision like a lady in waiting, or a girl on a mission; a new me is out of the closet and wonders never cease. Here we go again and what a thrill it is!  Thanksgiving is taking me by the hand, confidence accompanies me in my every step out, and just maybe, baby needs a new pair of shoes; oh what a feeling -- a meeting of the minds between King Abdullah II of Jordan and President Trump can't touch this; real clear personal life, check.  And a stealthy we will go, we will go.   

God bless America; it's gonna be a good day no matter what happens, for this little light of mine knows how to shine all by herself; no surprise there, considering my preference for eggs is sunny side up.  Anyone can do it, really; if we look up long enough, in earnest, in praise, in thanksgiving, the Light will find us and shine down upon us and bring us peace.

Make it a Good Day, G