Just Let Me -- G -- Indoctrinate You!

Thursday, June 21, 2018

It's TFW Thing

Dear America,


oh the acronyms of today's social media.  boy, how they can sometimes make a girl feel her age.

take this one for example....yeah, that one at the top and given top billing.

so after googling it, come to find out, it stands for "that feeling when."

guessing, like the use of most acronyms, if used often enough, they become just part of the language itself; the habitual use becoming representative of the culture, in the vernacular, and even a gauge, revealing the heights of sophistication (and it's depths).  And unless you're old.... like me... the average joe or jane doesn't need to stop and look it up, they would just know.  The words would just come to mind without a web search or hesitation.  boom.

And yet, taking a look back of how we spoke, how we wrote, and the pure elegance of it all, back in the day of our nation's founding, begs the question -- has the modern world grown more cultured, or less?  Have we expanded our language skills, our ways of communication, to its highest and best use of our native tongue, be it a reflection of a moment or a turn of a phrase, even if its only seen on an Instagram post, a Facebook comment, and the like?  In other words, are using these acronyms an improvement?  Is this really where we want to go?

Sure, these aren't necessarily sophisticated modes of communication.  And yet, they are.  Just look at the various forces of technology combined with the complexity of the social circle these days, and we got ourselves a serious network of bits and pieces, of interaction and emotion, of life and times meeting up in the ether and exploding on contact.

But imagine,  a hundred years from now...someone would literally have to have the code to understand some of our Instagram messages in their entirety.

But let's get on with it, shall we?  I have a lot of empty blog space to make up for (such is the day in the life when my girl comes home for a wee bit, when my man comes with a complete set of two lively boys, when my nanny gig hours nearly double with the official start of summer, when my latest involvement with the DAR has led me to lead the entire chapter....)

Oh TFW...
I didn't have all that much going on...
It's probably almost as good as that feeling when.... 

 Trump tried something different with North Korea....Thank you, Byron York @The Patriot Post.

 Our immigration policy was actually treated like it was a real policy, as in, the law of the land...Thank you, Thomas Gallatin @The Patriot Post    [This separation wasn't invented by Trump....]

We made our graceful (teehee) exit from the Human Rights Commission.... Thank you, Nikki Haley... and Nate Jackson @The Patriot Post   [This separation was just bound to happen.... ]

Trey Gowdy had an opportunity go ballistic over the report of wanton bias at the FBI....Thank you, Political Editors @The Patriot Post   [We might as well skip the separation and go straight to divorce proceedings....]

isn't it crazy how much is going on in this world...it's like, WTF...the lazy hazy days of summer have not a chance in hell from happening.  Oh TFW this girl could sell lemonade on the corner and immediately spend every dime at the Pit n' Patio for the best pizza pie in town...circa 1972.  good times.  good times.

And yet, I was ten.

And it was way before the man-made universe revolving around smart phones and acronyms.

My world was about as big a two mile radius -- accompanied and fully protected in the loving arms of two parents, a couple of lively brothers, a dog, a cat, a roof over my head with ample time to play Monopoly with my best friend Holly.

I didn't know of Bloody Sunday in that same year; I didn't know of the Watergate scandal; I didn't know about Jane Fonda visiting North Vietnam; I didn't even know there was a mere 3.8 billion people on the whole wide earth. [nod and thanks to Pop Culture Trivia]

I believe, in part, that my life felt reasonably secure back in the day of 1972, because I was allowed to be a child, fully insulated from the world beyond my immediate scope or necessity.   The world could wait; maturity would one day come; but in the meantime.... make lemonade, eat pizza,  rock those bell bottoms, girl, for you still have to wait whole 'nother year before singing along to Benny and the Jets, and way too young to see The Godfather. 

The thing is -- in hindsight, and maybe its just me --  but it feels like the whole world was young in 1972.  It took a long time, in today's standards, to know just what was going on around the world.  From Polaroids to press passes, progress keeps on keeping on....

oh TFW Kirstjen Nielsen said this to the press ---

"I want to be clear on a couple of the things. The vast, vast majority of children who are in the care of HHS right now, 10,000 of the 12,000, were sent here alone by their parents. That's when they were separated.  So somehow we have conflated everything. There is two separate issues — 10,000 of those currently in custody were sent by their parents with strangers to undertake a completely dangerous and deadly travel alone. We now care for them. We have high standards. We give them meals. We give them education. We give them medical care. There's videos. There's TVs. I've visited the detention centers myself," she added. "That would be my answer to that question."

What kind of parent does this?
A desperate one.

Who is picking up the tab?
The Americans -- no matter a clear understanding of the meanings of the latest acronyms, or not.

oh TFW...I was telling my girl how I had started to write this blog, like, two weeks ago, leaving the first couple of paragraphs in total limbo with no real time to return in sight.   And wasn't it heartwarming to hear her ask me, what does that stand for again?

Oh my, how happy is the day.  

With her next question revealing even more -- can you warm up some of those [Morningstar] fake-chicken nuggets?

Oh how time can sometimes stand still for just a split second.

But now to the big finale -- oh to that feeling when I finish a blog; there is nothing like it in the world.  

Take care of you and yours, 
who knows when I'll be back.

Make it a Good Day, G

AND WITH REGARD TO ALL THE LINKS @THE PATRIOT POST -- go there NOW and make a donation during their Independence Day fundraising drive.

Thursday, May 31, 2018

It's A Bee C Day Thing

Dear America,

it would be nice, to be in position, to swear off swearing... for quite honestly, it usually falls into the category of a pretty trashy way to talk and get along in this world. [And yeah, call me quite the contrarian to my fellow modern woman, clinging to the petticoats of my Victorian era roots, but this is where girls and boys are different.  And I like it.  I usually like behaving goodly and like a lady.  Hope this doesn't become a crime any time soon,]

Besides...occasionally it's just fun...to drop the f-bomb;

occasionally it adds that perfect punch, to finish a story, tell a joke, or complete the picture;

occasionally it just feels good to let something naughty slip off the tongue in a moment of lively banter, and of course, being well aware of one's audience.

There is that.

Timing might be everything; while the word, itself, might fall suspect... no matter who is saying it or the occasion.  Some words should just never be said, whether it is in public, or the privacy of one's home. 

AND that word begins with the letter c.

It is a bad, bad word.

And Samantha Bee knows the c-word is a bad, bad word; for if she were to ever be on the receiving end of that word, herself, she, Samantha Bee, would be seething and perfectly peeved wee wee wee all the way home; for there is no comedic relief in the c-word whatsoever.

And yet, it is a free country, and Samantha Bee has a right to say whatever the f*^$^ she wants to say, and I will support her right to say whatever the f*^$ she wants to say until the end of time.

I will also add this little number:  like me....pretty darn sure Ivanka Trump would never, ever, never-ever-ever, say the c-word, whether it be face to face, on twitter, over the phone, in an email, for comedic relief, reality show splendor, sit-com filler, alike.  Ivanka would simply never go there...because she IS a lady and knows how to behave like a lady, and actually likes -- no loves -- being a lady, like me.

And yet this morning, just wondering if all the liberal ladies think Bee's just being funny...if they all got up this morning, putting their pant legs on one foot in the mouth at a time, and thought, wow, that Samantha Bee...she really put her stinger in it this morning and isn't she something... 'using the C with such glee, that Bee...love that girl...'

Seriously, though.  Who thinks that sh*& is funny?

Although equally ugly, I would rather be Valerie Jarrett, on the receiving end of Barr's now infamous tweet going something like this....“muslim brotherhood & planet of the apes had a baby=vj.”  ...then be stung by Bee's capital offense C tweet.

But maybe that's just me.

The thing is --- the words we choose to use carry immense power, to heal or to harm. We learned that as early as kindergarten.  The sooner we realize the essential aspects required, in the safekeeping of a civil, cultured, compassionate, and courteous society, the better WE, the people, will all BE, and that goes out especially to both Bee and Barr.

To raise the consciousness and consideration of all, truly begins with each and every one of us to begin as individuals; perhaps, in some warped way, Samantha Bee and Roseanne Barr are simply leading the way.

And yet, isn't it a sad day for America.... to find ourselves so consumed by the he-said, she-said, Bee said, Barr said, tabloid level, sensationalized system of news-telling.  Perhaps Trump should follow up his latest embargo taxation across the EU and Mexico, with a tax on the use of social media for the sole purposes of making gossip and perpetuating nonsense....like Uganda.  teehee [question is, would the president really be in favor of the censorship, complete with financial penalties, of one of his favorite tools??]

This morning, this girl is just looking for the real ladies and gentlemen to show the world how its done, that's all.  [Ladies like Ivanka, for one...]   Is that too much to ask?  Would not our time be better spent developing a more cultivated society, one that spoke with a certain grace and moved with a common elegance, being educated, polite, and upstanding in every possible way?  How lovely and divine does that sound?

Oh Pollyanna, have you met G?

If nothing else, I wanna be a lady.

I just find it remarkable that grown adults are discussing c-words and tweets as if they speak volumes, yet all the while totally missing the point.   Instead of revealing our class, we seem completely amused by our crass, and that, in and of itself, is profoundly heartbreaking. 

We should know better than to give this kind of crap any attention....and yet, here I am, repeating the nonsense, highlighting the low-lights, re-telling the story all over again like all the other broken records, tweeters, bloggers, journalists, reporters, partisans, left and right.   Might as well just shoot us all.

But this, apparently, is our reality these days; and this is just the day it's gonna be, here on G...right, Bee and barring no one?

All in all ....
It's just one day.
It's just one day in the life.
May we learn from the error of our ways...
and may tomorrow be better in more ways than one.

Make it a Good Day, G

Friday, May 25, 2018

It's just a girl's mix of Sidelines and Headlines and Lifelines Thing

Dear America,

"...Therefore, please let this letter serve 
to represent that the Singapore summit, 
for the good of both parties,
 but to the detriment of the world, will not take place. 
You talk about nuclear capabilities,
 but ours are so massive and powerful 
that I pray to God they will never have to be used..."
from the president's letter to Kim Jong Un

take that.  and that.

this is when Trump is at his best...playing offense.

America hasn't had a quarterback like this in decades...

Speaking of offense, how about that NFL?

Players have a choice of standing at the sideline during the playing of our National Anthem or simply staying in the locker room; but the mandate to stand, out of respect for this country for which we all stand, has been made a permanent policy.  yay for team NFL.

If ever given the task of illuminating and highlighting the playbook of life, in general, the tactics of offense would have to be ranked high, maybe even at the top.  For life, in general, amounts to what we make of it -- for it, living life, is an action; it's creative, with every move and thought we make; it responds to our emotions, our mindset, and rests upon the posture we take when approaching everything we do, large and small.  

And likewise, when tackling our days, our tasks, our responsibilities, our challenges -- sitting back and waiting for life to come to us, to do what it will, is not recommended. 

That letter from the president to Kim Jong Un was incredibly simple, wasn't it?

What seems most striking, in my book -- for basically blowing up a diplomatic solution, by way of a summit in June -- was how kind the tone; given the remarkable slap in the face, how sensitive...how gracious....how strategic....how prudent of the Trump Administration, in light of the clear and present danger of the continuing  acts of diplomacy and tactical maneuvering that lay in wait, on the sidelines.

Oh the sidelines can be so full of surprises, can't they?

Riding the wave of yesterday's sentiment...that's what I would say to any college graduate -- especially my own --  if given the chance to offer a few words of advice.   
  • Watch the sidelines; 
  • stay in control of the ball; 
  • be fully aware of the time clock and use your time outs wisely;
  • keep your offense on the field of play for as long as you can, while in the protection of stockpiling a nice cushion of points on the board [which can be anything from a heavily stocked armory of nuclear warheads kept under lock and key, to a rainy day savings account -- in other words, planning for the unexpected]
  • and above all, be in relationship with GOD -- the Source of All Good, of All Creation, the One who wrote the manual for the Book of Life, itself.
What's funny to me is how the word offense, in and of itself, is surprisingly abrasive, brazenly barbarian; to wit, "diplomacy" and "offense" would not seemingly play well together. 
For the truth is, by definition, to be on offense, is an act of aggression; it's an attack, a charge forward that is characteristic of invasions, a certain ruthlessness, and of unspeakable savagery, a move that demonstrates a position of power and might.  And yet, it does...  Throughout history -- especially American history -- peace through strength, citing a blend of diplomacy and offense,  has saved our pretty little derrieres more than once.  Can I get an amen?  And thank you, to The Patriot Post, for the timely reinforcements..s

Oh yes, to willfully and vigorously take this position of offense -- attacking life by the jersey -- alongside with an air of diplomacy and grace,  the greater our chances to succeed in most anything we set our minds to, especially if that very thing aligns with the common good and general welfare for all.

Life is what we make of it.  As offensive as it may sound, life is not for the faint of heart.  Life demands our full attention and tireless spirit.  It requires us to rebound from our losses, to forgive those who have trespassed against us, and to lose not our souls, our sleep, or our faith in humanity as we go along.  It does not celebrate losers; it abhors mediocrity and discourages whining at all costs.

Life asks of us what it asks of each and every one of us and does not play favorites.  With right action comes right results, and it doesn't get any more complicated than that.  [Ask Harvey Handcuffed Weinstein for more on that one, right?]

Tomorrow I get to pick up my baby girl at the airport, for a wee bit of time to catch up, just before she buckles down @her-first-real-job....and so it begins, for her, and for her alone.  Finding myself here, at mid-life, smack dab on the fifty yard line, so to speak -- oh to recognize the places she will go, the life she has yet to live.  All the advice in the world will not be enough...am I right? am I right? teehee

Some things just have to play itself out....on there own time...according to the laws of life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness, nature, and physics alike. 

Like it or not, life is like a nuclear bomb always in the ready position.

And yet, consider for the moment just how ordinary the president finishes the letter to Kim....

If you change your mind having to do with this most important summit, please do not hesitate to call me or write. The world, and North Korea in particular, has lost a great opportunity for lasting peace and great prosperity and wealth. This missed opportunity is a truly sad moment in history.
Sincerely yours,
Donald J. Trump
President of the United States of America

yeah, yeah, like if you change your mind...call me, text me, drop me a line sometime, see you around the cul de sac little rocket man Kim Jong Un.

[love it.  The only thing I would have changed in the letter is the font color :) ]

But this tactic.
This tactic.

If you change your mind....Kim....If you just stop acting like a snowflake....

But no pressure.

Way to play it, Trump, way to play it. 
And must admit, you are awfully fun to watch... from the sidelines.

Make it a Good Day, G

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

It's about Destinations and Milestones and Things

Dear America,

so good morning.

doesn't this feel a wee bit foreign...

Oh well.

Such is a day in the life of this American girl.

And speaking of girls,
mine just graduated from college.


what happened to the last twenty-one years, seven months, two weeks, and a day?  teehee

oh the milestones we celebrate

For being such an emotional girl, what a surprise it was to find myself totally composed throughout the rather long ----  all-consuming-of-an-afternoon ---- ceremony, if not the entire day.  The waterworks didn't really show up until the day after...when leaving my girl in the arms of her sweet beau, and on her way, somewhere south of the border, for a little rest and relaxation. [Destination on a need to know basis.]

Speaking of which, pretty sure all of her carefree prancing around the globe, under the guise of higher learning and academia, will come to a complete stop by the end of the week.... just saying.  As the reality of joining the ranks of the many esteemed college graduates meets up with the teeny tiny matter of finding a real job sets in, make no mistake:  this girl is well equipped with everything she needs to proceed from here, no matter where her sweet heart, quick wit...cultivated, educated, and attractive little package, may go.   [Destination unknown]

oh the milestones left to go

My heart is full, I can tell you that.  SO grateful for her university of choice and the generosity of its foundation; the gift of receiving so much help from her grandparents; and the very ability of keeping up with the costs (expected and otherwise), the logistics, and the starry eyed dreams of the last four years.  God is good.  God is good.

And speaking of hearts, I gave a few away over the last couple of weeks....
oh these precious little things....
Made in Bethlehem, from olive wood, the brand spanking new Bible Museum in DC featured a beautiful collection of trinkets and souvenirs to choose from, and these just so happened to be my favorite.  [Destination a must see.  A must see]

I gave one to my girl x
Gave one to my nanny family xo
And kept one for me and mine xoxo  

What I love is that each heart is unique; while the ancestry may speak a certain heritage, purebred olive, each individual carving displays its own vibe, as the swirls of knots and varied coloration guarantee being one of a kind.

Kind of like family -- whether speaking of our own, or according to the descendants of the entire human race.

We are connected to the One Source, the Tree of Life, origins being Under God, the Creator of all things seen and unseen.

The swirls of knots and varied coloration guarantee the uniqueness of each and every one of us.

 ode to the milestones we have in common

Traveling always sends me into the outskirts of my mind, contemplating humanity.  It's a wonder how some of us even get along in this world -- which is just the perfect segway into a story of the lady at the United baggage check raising cane and making a scene at the gawd awful time of six am, when nobody, but nobody, should showcase that kind of anger towards anyone in customer service, like ever, let alone display it for all the rest of us to witness, without so much as even a sip of coffee yet...but I digress. there is not a time, nor day, when I wanna continue down that road.  [Destination, insanity]

Traveling IS wonderful, for so many a reason, no matter the season.

But it is that very moment -- when we return home -- that our world takes its shape and finds its proper place, coming full circle with the people, place and things we collected on our travels with the people, place and things we had left behind.

Destination, home.  Heart and hearth carving out our world in ways that make us feel whole again, in an instant.

Surely the next milestone is around the bend, but until then, this is home.  
And it feels good.  

See you around.

Make it a Good Day, G

Monday, April 30, 2018

It's Cue Another Day Thing

Dear America,

Apparently, when speaking to a room full of Jews,

"agree to come to the negotiations tables 
or shut up and stop complaining" 

Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed Bin Salman 

think someone's taking a few cues from The Donald?

what I love about this, given the fact that the Saudi's are not real fond of Israel (the Jews) -- is that this guy just calls it like he sees it; either come to the table or shut up, for this current approach you Palestinians are choosing is very much in the way of making real progress and the making of real peace possible.

And now globe trotting across the continents, and taking a quick glance over to President Trump's direct approach to North Korea -- just look at the stunning turn of events between the North and the South!  And much to the chagrin of the mainstream media and Leftists far and wide, large and small. 

Cue the latest planetary alignment between Trump and the Moon.

But let's leap across the stage -- to a parallel galaxy far, far away............

Cue Mike Allen @Axios, and his analysis of Michelle Wolf's Correspondent's Dinner appearance...

Cue a second take from Axios, and all of her vulgarity, here...

Cue the pep rally -- instead of attending the Correspondent's Dinner, serving the overdone roast, the president just did his own thing, like, two years in a row now.

All indicators prove, Trump takes his own cues; and he certainly doesn't need to share the air space with someone like a Michelle Wolf.

And it's not like her approach even worked, right? 

And more than that, isn't it amusing when Wolf's method of making funny gets put on the twitter spit and continues to be roasted for days later... How's that smokey eye of yours, eh Michelle?  Feeling the burn?   [The good news is, you will more than likely never be asked back for an encore...so don't you sweat it, girl]   [Call me funny, but she isn't that funny]

Oh the world is a busy place, isn't it?

Get a load of what Netanyahu just said....Breaking News:  "Iran is lying, big time."  

and more.

Cue the reality of the continuous play within alternate universes in which we live.

Oh this day could be so long, if I wanted to go there...and I don't.

So back to present day reality of finishing this blog --

Real journalism --- the very thing the Correspondent's Dinner celebrates, with real awards even, and becoming the highly anticipated annual platform to perform  a complicated routine mixing political hi-jinx with beltway comedy -- seems  to be a dying art;  the whim of our political fancies frame what we say, how we say it, and even who reads it; whether it is received in laughs of approval or falls flat center stage, under the heat of the spotlight and a barrage of partisan critique, the audience lines up accordingly, right on cue.

There is left and there is right -- and if there is anyone remaining in the true center, they are surely the ones who not only suffer through it all, but revolve around a constant refrain, the joke is on US....

But more and more, as time goes by, this correspondent's dinner yearly rip seems to have run its course...  So cue its off-Broadway future, like, yesterday.

Michelle came to a close saying this:  "Trump is so broke he grabs pussies because he thinks there might be loose change in them. Like an immigrant who was brought here by his parents and didn’t do anything wrong, I’ve got to get the fuck out of here. Good night." 

Like, cue that mouth shut already. 
And looky there, we just went full circle -- from the Crown Prince to anything but a crowned comedienne jewel. 

All in a day's work round these parts.
You're welcome.  [girl taking her bows]

Nothing else to do but cue the music.

as this girl exits, stage right.

Make it a Good Day, G

Thursday, April 26, 2018

It's about the True Source of our Strength Thing

Dear America,

"...[But] self-reliance is not highly valued by the Lord." 
 Reverend Charles F. Stanley

say what?

just a teeny revelation tucked neatly under the covers of this morning's devotional, under the title, "The Source of Strength;" it came alongside, for companion reading, a couple of Bible verses from 2 Corinthians 12:7-10.  Basically, according to my crib notes edition, the Apostle Paul explains how every weakness and torment in his life has actually cradled him, securely and lovingly, in the arms of the Lord, so to speak; recognizing that without the abundance of issues to deal with on a daily basis -- between his poor health, imprisonment, harsh treatment, and the like --  keeping his natural born ego in check and tightly under wraps would have been a constant challenge.  He would have easily grown conceited, full of himself in every way, and over time, certainly begin to neglect the guidance and direction from the Lord. [As in, I can do this all by myself...so there...nanny nanny na na]

His point -- having a certain amount of dependency -- having a "thorn in the flesh" and keeping our hearts and minds on the Lord in childlike faith, keeps us centered on the right things, the spiritual principles designed by God to keep us happy and whole and connected to the very things that truly matter.  [Mostly, HIM!]

But taken out of context, oh me oh my --  this itty bitty line carries the power to be so misunderstood; for in the downgrading of what would ordinarily be considered a natural strength -- this thing called self-reliance -- it would seem not only contrary to what God wants, but against how we, the people, have been programmed and raised to believe [...you know, according to America's founding principles bubbling up from the hearts and minds of our brilliant and enlightened founders].

America loves its self-reliance, right?

We were built on it.
Success requires it.
Life happens all around it, and through it, and with it.

Who needs God when I can do ------------

It is interesting watching the theatrics around this Ronny Jackson dude...once up for nomination to lead the Department of Veterans Affairs, and the same guy who has just bowed out of the nomination process, under the pressure of what may be best described as a pile on from every corner, and highlighting every weakness -- either of ones of his own making or of the broken humanity he treated, in total, reckless abandon, some would say.  

There is a part of me who wonders, just maybe this Ronny guy... just might have been.... perfect.  

For he is imperfect -- much like the restless, badgered, defeated, infringed, band of brothers (and sisters) who make up the mighty force of soldiers under the title of America's Veterans.

Sure, America's got an opiod problem; and Americans love their dependency on everything from caffeine to Dramamine, from ambien to provigil, from whisky to wine to pot.  We pop it, shoot it, bottle it, and make whoopee with it....all the live long day, it may also seem.

Let he without sin cast the first stone...right...

America can be so holier than thou, can't we now?

[But let us not get too wrapped up in that]
Let us scroll back to the top and to the place where we are to entrust our firm reliance -- because surely, mankind has its fair/unfair share of faults, to a fault. 

Mankind has its faults, large and small, for this is how the world -- under God -- was designed; free will and all. 

God wants mankind to come to Him; He wants our reliance to be upon the spiritual truths and principles, and not of THIS world, for this world IS imperfect; it is broken; it is fallen; it is dependent upon Him, even if we walk around totally unaware, or worse, totally full of ourselves and dismissing our inherent push to be in relationship with God, above all else.

It is in these times of brokenness and struggle, when true character and strength is revealed.  And very well can prove to be the kind of strength we quite possibly never knew existed.   It is in the brokenness we often fall on our knees and pray, humbly seeking direction, or just acceptance and forgiveness.  And this is all good.

But as brokenness and weakness comes and goes,  this girl has come to realize that this very same God also responds when we find ourselves coming to Him in praise and thanksgiving, no matter the highs or the lows; and the more we come to Him, whether broken or in our Sunday best, the greater this relationship proves to be the one true Love, steadfast in the bonds of living in relationship every waking day; keeping our firm reliance not upon self, but upon Him --  in the fallen world in which we live --- takes us to places truly unimaginable, almost out of this world. 

Under the covers of our human-ness, lies our greatest  limitations when we leave our experience within human boundaries; our humanity is a weakness, and we are surrounded with it every single day.  There is not one perfect soul in all the world.

 SO here's the thing --

our founders built this fine nation upon the firm foundation of self-reliance, and independence, and liberty, because THIS land, this crib, this nation -- and the very individuals who were beginning to migrate to her seeking shelter and security of every kind  --  were already a faithful people, and fully reliant upon the Lord.  This was not new to them; matter of fact, this faith was such an integral part of their daily lives, they left everything behind to make a new life in America entirely around, and through, and UNDER this God.

long story short...
they understood the first principle of entrusting one's reliance...and it was not upon self; whether talking about the cornerstones or the framing, our foundation recognized the One True Source of our Strength.

...and that, my friends, has made all the difference in the world.

It is only now -- within this deep state of deep conceit -- that we bear witness to a fault as firm and self-evident as the naked earth. 

Make it a Good Day, G

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

It's how Freedoms Come and Go Thing

Dear America,

"...[c]overs the surface of society with a network of small complicated rules, minute and uniform, through which the most original minds and the most energetic characters cannot penetrate, to rise above the crowd.  The will of man is not shattered, but softened, bent, and guided; men are seldom forced by it to act, but they are constantly restrained from acting.  Such a power does not destroy, but it prevents existence; it does not tyrannize, but it compresses, enervates, extinguishes, and stupefies a people, till each nation is reduced to nothing better than a flock of timid and industrious animals, of which the government is the shepherd."  
Mark Levin, Plunder and Deceit; quoting Alexis de Tocqueville's description of soft tyranny...

this quote comes just after Levin aims to identify the very nature of the American government today...and it ain't pretty.

As he explains in nearly all of his books, the judicial oligarchy (of Leftists) is continually altering and reshaping our Constitutional republic, usurping the rule of law...while a bureaucracy of Statists, complete with their Statist agenda, expand and enforce the federal Statist agenda through an intricate and burdensome bureaucracy; over time, the original intent of a body republic and thoroughly independent of government, becomes a growing alliance and reliance upon the federal dole/programs/services/guidance/"assistance," be it individually or collectively, from sea to shining sea.

Of course, we hardly feel a thing.  But what an evil empire we weave.  The fabric of a good soft tyranny comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes, with the most common being the universal appeal of the one size fits all.

What got me started in this direction this morning?   An innocent, 100% cotton, t-shirt worn by a seven year old.

Subject:  "Bill of Rights 1791" plastered across the front; while the back rattled off  the "First Amendment's Five Freedoms"...."Speech, Press, Religion, Assembly, Petition"

It was the simplicity of it, really, that really got to me.

How is it possible that only a couple of hundred years later, that the simplest of ideas are being challenged in our every day? Or worse, more like, mocked, censured beyond recognition, and virtually, indistinguishable.

But just look at the level of dominance within the realm of this evil weave, confined and designed by the joint powers of authority --  across this land and ever-expanding around the globe.   When it gets down to it, our natural freedoms -- the freedoms that come from God, our Creator, and becoming the very cornerstones of our origins in the making of this government  -- are now essentially in the hands of a mere few.  Everything gets weighed and measured from a central power, whether we read it in the press or not.

This goes against our founder's intent, large and small.

I guess, more than anything else this morning, the more I rest my thoughts on the way we grow busy in our day to day -- even if it is for good cause, good reason -- the more I think, not so fast G...

slow down
keep it simple stupid.
pay attention to the little things.

Even Facebook has become a good example of how we, as a collective body, have allowed the control into our lives without so much as a check or balance.   Facebook elevated the sensations of popularity and social status and keeping busy and constant activity and being connected to all the popular things so quickly, it is no wonder that with its latest string of bad press, for basically behaving badly, that the very same people who once loved and liked without a second thought are now questioning every little thing.

But now to a fine example in government -- namely, Obamacare.  What nonsense.  By centralizing all health care under the authority of the federal government under the "Affordable Care Act," true health care is neither affordable or caring in the least bit: insurance costs have skyrocketed, while choices have became more limited and less cost-effective, while the consumer is being forced to pay for services of the whole, as well as, financially supplement the costs for the poor altogether.

Has Universal Health Care -- socialized medicine -- ever worked??
That would be a big fat, overweight and bordering obese, high blood pressure, no.

It's these little teeny tiny nudges that we take that makes me crazy.

Our local Safeway/Vons store has recently undergone some changes...but it shows another example of the gentle push of soft tyranny running away with our lives.   If you don't buy organic now, very soon, it will be your only choice....so says the produce guy in aisle five.

It's as if regular produce has no voice anymore.


Oh and then there is this ...

as I was trying to gather my thoughts yesterday, for this blog, I was interrupted all the live long day.  Needless to say, here it is, now clearly a day after --- here I am, dodging and weaving, dodging and weaving --

in the meantime, my fabulous pop sends me an email...and lo and behold, my immediate response was like, yes...that's just the kind of material I've been looking for!

And then it got strange, almost psychedelic.

I tried to find this David Vincent Gilbert, the source, and was immediately met with web curtain after web curtain after web curtain.  It's as if the guy doesn't really exist...

I did find another guy, one that I have heard of before -- Frank Gaffney Jr., of the Center for Security Policy --citing this Gilbert for a speech about a month ago, but that's almost where it starts and stops.


One of the things attributed to this ghost of a writer, David Vincent Gilbert, is this:

“That’s the basic issue here. 
Who decides who runs the country? 
When you hate each other 
but accept the election results, 
you have a country. 
When you stop accepting election results, 
you have a countdown to a civil war.”

Here is the link to the entire Gaffney speech, incorporating more of Gilbert's ideas.  I believe it is worth your time on the full read, but you decide.

“Every kingdom divided
 against itself 
is brought to desolation, 
and every city or house 
divided against itself 
will not stand.”
(I just like this quote he used)

now, granted this girl is all over the place today;
some days, the weave is just better than others, what can I say.  
At least I'm beginning to detect a pattern --  when my life is all over the place, this blog goes all over the place...  and you can take that to the printer and back.

The thing is --
be it this morning or every morning or just yesterday --

since this IS my diary and I can do what I want, my style usually involves throwing all kinds of ideas into the weave, at once.  But I do try to bring it to a nice little knot at the end each and every day, this I do try.  so let's just wrap ourselves up and around this and be done with it already:

Our world -- this country -- has been here before.
Our five freedoms matter more than ever (again)


And not necessarily in that order, on any given day, right?  Be creative.

And most of all, make it a good day in every way that you know how.

Make it a Good Day, G

PS... and about this guy, DAVID VINCENT GILBERT -- if you are real --  come out, come out wherever you are...

Thursday, April 12, 2018

It's Have a Nice Day Thing

Dear America,

this has been some spring break...
by just the sound of it, you would think it would be all pina coladas and lounging by the pool.

but no.
between pet sitting a fine little pooch named Simon 24/7 and my man having a little surgery...there is no such thing -- even an utter -- of spring and break in the same sentence.

[but of course, whisky is made for days like this, days like this]

I consider it perfect timing to be so overwhelmed I can't see straight --- for the headlines are so horrendous, and so all over the place...to narrow things down to just one little thing, or two, worthy of highlighting in this lowly little spin of yarn would be an exercise in futility, leaving this girl so spun tight, she would surely fall down in a wicked purple haze... so not even going to try.

So please, allow me to lead you astray....
Close your eyes, 
feel a cool breeze brushing over you, 
and in an instant, 
when I say "click," 

you say
yes please.

Rethinking Nice.

What a provocative thought...

and a perfectly nice way to start and stop on a day.

Cuz I gotta run.  Have a nice day. (mean it)

Make it a Good Day, G

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

It's a Love and Hate of State Thing

Dear America,

Is this what the founders had in mind?
Is this what the founders had in mind?

i have a serious love/hate relationship with this president; i mean, like, it's bad. it's bad.

it's like that commercial, when the actors say the same thing, but playing off a contrasting context -- like the girl walking out to her brand new car, saying, "is this is my car?!  this is ridiculous!" all excited -- while the guy walking out to find his car jacked up on cement blocks, with the tires missing, says "is this is my car?! what?  this is ridiculous!" and about to have a heart attack.  Thank you, State Farm.

is this is my president?!  this is ridiculous!!
is this is my president?!  this is ridiculous!!

is this is my country?!  this is ridiculous!!
is this is my country?!  this is ridiculous!!

thank you, state farm -- as in, this state of all states, with fifty in all--  and, including the back forty, making a farm the size of  300 million, plus farm animals, and then some; some days it feels like we are all being raised in a barn, while other days, we're all winning first prize at the State Fair.  And all the while, the pendulum keeps swinging, the markets keep freaking, the fat ladies keep singing, as the carnival of all carnivals, large and small, keeps attracting the crazies and the people who just love to watch the spectacle... 

there's something to be said for the this president -- 
of the guy who seems to wake up every single day with the confidence to keep shaking things up, to keep asking the tough questions -- like, is this my border? As in the very border marking the sovereignty of this nation,  the nation that he swore upon the Holy Bible to secure and protect.

And -- is this my market?  As in the very market place built upon the shoulders of Americans, using the resources and investments of Americans, for the express service and benefit of Americans...if not for all people from around the globe.

this is all about positioning
this is all about posturing
this is all about re-setting, as if with a little red button, a new approach.

For the most part -- every tactic this president takes is about salesmanship.... like, taking the audacity of hope, and kicking it up a notch or two... or make that a lot.  (like a lot.)

The art of the deal is not only about the deal, itself, it's also about setting precedence for the deal down the road that we don't even know about,  the one we can't see from the rocking chair, sitting on the porch, that surrounds the house, that sits on the farm, that we built (even if it's not a farm, but a remodeled mid-century condo with recessed lighting and all, somewhere, like, sex in the city style -- or perhaps like that of a prized homestead, in ranch style, with three bedrooms and two and a half bath, sitting in the middle of suburbia...).

And yet, for a guy who loves the free market so much -- his perspective sometimes reveals a few flaws... as in, questioning the free enterprising genius of Amazon, getting lost in the hay  with the Bezos/Washington Post association and the constant manure shoveling of fake news, and for simply picking and choosing when to follow the rule of law and when to just chuck it. 

The thing is, America is all about whatever the free market makes or breaks!  The marketplace is meant to be FREE flowing.  Which means, the commingling of supply and demand determines price, which ultimately creates profits and losses, and in the most enterprising way, leaves all possibility for success in the hands of the consumer.  The consumer is always at choice to buy it or not to buy it; the consumer has ultimate control of the winners and the losers.

Since election day,  the voters have expected Trump to be a president who DOES NOT pick winners and losers; his win was, in part, about draining the congressional swamp of crony capitalists; his win was, in part, all about bringing America back to all of its free market glory! Like, hello.... MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!!!

Yes, we want trade to be fair.
And yes, we want Amazon.

We want the goods.
And yes, it is up to the consumer on what the consumer decides to read, too.

I do like this post from Politico, posted just today by Jack Shaffer, "Trump is Right. It is the Amazon Washington Post."

To save you time and money, let me just cut to the finish --

"Trump’s bullying works best against flawed or weak adversaries like Hillary Clinton and Mexico. But when rumbling against the strong and confident, his record ain’t so good. In Business Insider, Josh Barro predicts that Trump will lose his stupid fight with Amazon, which is far too popular with consumers for him to successfully demonize it. People delight too much in Amazon’s convenience, selection, low prices and cheap delivery. They willingly deserted the shopping malls Trump says he wants to “save,” and they don’t want to go back. If Trump can’t demonize Amazon, he won’t be able to demonize Bezos. And that means he will fail to demonize the Post, too."

and from Josh Marshall @ Talking Points Memo:
"But the bigger point is that it’s not really about McCabe or Amazon. Having a sitting President launching scathing personal attacks on a federal law enforcement officer and demanding his firing or imprisonment for personal and political motives is wildly outside the norms that govern the American system. Similarly, a President who routinely threatens prosecutorial or regulatory vengeance against private companies because they are not sufficiently politically subservient to him personally is entirely outside of our system of governance. At present, Donald Trump is an autocrat without an autocracy. The system mostly resists his demands because it’s not designed to operate that way and we have centuries worth of norms that are remarkably resilient. But systems change. And it’s clear that ours is already starting to change under his malign influence."
[and yes, I hear you, Always Trumpers thumping; don't hate -- just making my own talking points, k?]

SO about this thing Josh calls "malign influence;" seriously?

Josh -- just how would you characterize the last eight years under Obama...the president famous for the phrase, "we are five days away from fundamental transformation" and followed through with it.  Hello?...  Transformation R US, Inc.:  born and raised, grass fed, to fill the bellies of the masses anyone?  You didn't see the "autocrat without an autocracy" under Obama, now did you?  huh.

Big Influence of Big Government is winning...it's we the people who seem to be just taking turns loving and hating it...and that's surely not what our founders intended!

Is this what the founders had in mind?
Is this what the founders had in mind?

But like I said at the top.

There are good days and bad days for this girl under the influence of this president.
Some days there is just more to love than hate; other days, not so much.

It's enough to make a girl crazy.
But more than that, guessing Josh and I will just take turns on the tractor.

Make it a Good Day, G

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

It's About America's Bait Society Thing

Dear America,

local humor...
"Too many squirrels become a nuisance. 
They quickly grow dependent on handouts, 
lose their fear of humans 
and boldly approach them, 
their picnic areas and coolers 
looking for food."

thank you, San Diego Union-Tribune for that earth-shattering reality check.

ya think?

of course, when putting that same concept in the context of federal/state welfare programs, suddenly common sense gets overrun with political correctness run amok.

but must confess, after a drive thru the In N Out, in Carlsbad, many a time (best burgers on the planet, btw), feeding a squirrel a french fry, or two, just seems so natural...in the natural.  

but I digress, 
as we touched upon just yesterday, a growing of government dependency is just as much a problem of the government, itself, as it is for the needy recipients.  Our federal bureaucracy doesn't know how to ween itself off of an annual cost of living increase in every department...It doesn't recognize that once a dependency on government is fed even the tiniest morsel, for everything from bread and butter to medicine to cell phones to whatever, naturally, all God's creatures have been given a taste of the good life; an ease to the daily strife and grind of foraging for food -- that would otherwise be accomplished by means of our labors of love and hard work --  has suddenly come courtesy of the long arms and compassionate heart of a socially re-engineered government.  

Good will and free food for all.

Which quickly reminds me of this quote from George Saunders, courtesy of a side of a Chipotle Restaurant brown bag:  "Hope that, in future, all is well, everyone eats free, no one must work, all just sit around feeling love for one another."

pretty sure this won't be the last recycle of that little number, so my apologies if it's already getting a little stale.   oh well...

which in turn, begs another question, at what point will a dependency upon free food and various other things reach a satiated appetite?

it would seem the squirrels on the beach in Carlsbad have given us our answer.

The natural response in the natural is, naturally, never.  Matter of fact, it gets worse.  The little demons have been fed, indulged even, given the anecdote that cures every need and woe is me with a full serving of comfort and joy without lifting a finger.  A tasty, and possibly still warm, meal just lands in front of them like magic.    What's not to love?   More significant, who's leading privileged lives now?  

yes please.

there is a fascinating post at my favorite www address... The Patriot Post....from I think just yesterday.  Hold up.  Let me search that real quick to make it easier on you....teehee

do do do do, do do do, do, da do do, do do do

Oh, here it is.

key tidbits to chew on --

 "Racism didn’t make marriage unnecessary. 'Great Society' welfare did. In 2017, 77% of black children were born to mothers without a husband..."

"As Dr. Thomas Sowell, the economist and senior fellow at Stanford’s Hoover Institute, has written for decades, 'A vastly expanded welfare state in the 1960s destroyed the black family, which had survived centuries of slavery and generations of racial oppression.' In his 2016 analysis, 'Favors’ to Blacks,' the black conservative wrote, 'In 1960, before this expansion of the welfare state, 22 percent of black children were raised with only one parent. By 1985, 67 percent of black children were raised with either one parent or no parent.' Again, it’s far higher today."

"Yes, racism contributed to the perverted role of government that ensnares individuals and destroys families with the lure of services that create a permanent underclass and generations of dependency. But it was Democrat racism like that of Lyndon B. Johnson, who said of his “Great Society” programs, 'I’ll have those n—ers voting Democratic for the next 200 years'. "

and concluding: 
"Until Americans restore the value of marriage and an intact family, don’t expect much progress on poverty, sexual abuse, 'gun violence' or a whole host of other societal ills — regardless of your race and gender."

Those numbers, above, reflecting the fallout following the natural progression and attraction to the welfare state are simply stunning.  Black families have totally flipped from a two-parent household, predominantly, to a one parent family addicted on government handouts in my lifetime.  How messed up on generational/parental role models can you be?  God love the courageous, conservative African-Americans, like  Dr. Thomas Sowell, to make the reality check so matter of fact.

Even our immigration system is laced with America's welfare state enticements; just more evidence of the bastardization of an entire culture; the organically grown corruption of America's foundation, once firmly rooted in a Declaration of INDEPENDENCE by our founding fathers, mocks everything this nation stands for, especially with regard to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.  America was never intended to be a nation based upon dependency, especially that of a reliance upon a government dole.   America, from her start, was built upon the ideas and true wealth centered upon self-reliance, virtuously beholden to good self-government.

Long ago, nobody barked at the requirement of any person, no matter country of origin, to have an American sponsor; it was expressly made clear,  once an immigrant stepped foot on American soil, an AMERICAN citizen had to demonstrably and financially take FULL responsibility for the immigrant's full assimilation --- to learn English, find employment, and act in ways respective of the rights and duties of becoming an American citizen in every way. Nothing was handed out to anyone courtesy of the American taxpayer.  Nothing.

A great society is not a bait society.  so there.

Ben Franklin, in Poor Richard's Almanac, gave us this morsel:  " Laziness travels so slowly that Poverty soon overtakes him."

What will happen if people suddenly stop feeding the squirrels? 
They will either re-learn their industrious, self-reliant nature -- or they will die.

And at the very end, Old Poor Richard says this:  "Let no pleasure tempt thee, no profit allure thee, no ambition corrupt thee, no example sway thee, no persuasion move thee, to do any thing which thou knowest to be evil; so shalt thou always live jollily; for good conscience is a continual Christmas.  Adieu."

The thing is, to live in good conscience, taking right action (be it in our industry, family, good government),  we naturally become better people...

and all in all, it becomes the proper way to raise a privileged nation.

Make it a Good Day, G

Monday, March 26, 2018

It's My Right to Write About It Thing

Dear America,

"Writing is an act of self-cherishing.  We often write most deeply and happily on those areas closest to our hearts.  Valuing our experience is not narcissism.  It is not endless self-involvement.  It is, rather, the act of paying active witness to ourselves and to our world.  Such witness is an act of dignity, an act that recognizes that life is essentially a sacred transaction of which we know only the shadow, not the shape."  
Julia Cameron's The Writers Life
long ago I read Julia's book, The Right to Write.  It was like reading one big pep talk on overcoming every fear, every obstruction, every dilly-dallying tactic known to man, centering upon the tried and true reality of beginning anything worthwhile, begins here:  simply start.

somehow i let this book get away from me over the years, until now; only this time, it is through Julia's companion piece --  a scaled down version of the original.  This little gem is short -- better still, tiny; somehow, Julia seems to whittle down nearly entire chapters onto one, itty bitty page, offering insight and experience with such ease, it is no wonder she has authored umpteen books, and carries extensive credits in the film, playwright, poetry, and music industries and traveled the world with her natural effervescence and gracious insights, inspiring all the rest of us.  

given this diary has ebb and flowed to the rocking and rolling of not only America's news and happenings, but also to my own, the daily battle to bring it -- to just do it anyway -- is sometimes my greatest struggle.  I mean, honestly, is old news about a president's previous dalliances and flirtations really the most important thing to talk about?  Is that what will carry the day, with wanton chatter --  you know, over and above the decades of inappropriate behavior of the actions of a corrupt congress... the shady, inglorious swamp of smut that it is? 

Nearly every single one of them bastards -- no matter the sex or sexual persuasions -- should be held in contempt, for crimes against the Rule of Law, the security and general welfare of this country, and shamelessly leading us into utter ruin.

To have signed a 1.3 Trillion dollar omnibus spending bill is insane -- a dirty lowdown lewd act at the hands of the very people who are expressly employed caretakers of the common good, as public servant and appointee of the care and general welfare of the public coffers.  And yet, fiscal responsibility and solvency isn't even on the radar.

To add this kind of legislation, on top of our already twenty trillion dollars in debt, is irresponsible and reprehensible, a vile and vulgar act of cowardly and scandalous proportion.

And yet the nation is all too consumed by the salacious and tawdry porn star past of a current and sitting president, never mind that the dude was elected by the people knowing full well that he was no angel.   Little devils playing under blue dresses is nothing new at all.

But besides all that, 
please don't misconstrue -- two wrongs do not make a right, there is that.  We can write about that all the day long.

But the thing is -- Trump was elected president, in spite of his sordid past, because the other candidate sucked way more than he did.  How's that for eloquence?  

Matter of fact, Trump was elected president.... because he was the ONLY candidate not of, or even connected, to that thing....that thing commonly referred to as that seedy swamp-like creature rising out of DC, in the color purple on steroids.  That's pretty much nails it in one fell swoop.

In the primary, Trump became the last beacon of hope, a force to be reckoned with -- something uncommonly and seldom witnessed in and around Washington; he was the one candidate with any possibility of lighting Washington on fire, taking prisoners and making enemies all along the way. 

Hence, now stymied, my frustration with that darned thing being signed off by the president himself has left my heart feeling vulnerable and fully exposed; my confidence in this leader growing a pair, with the strength and tenacity to hit Washington where the sun don't shine, surely elusive.  Where is the stamina to last longer than a mere couple of hours? Isn't there a pill for this? 

Just when I thought the bedrock was rolling, slingshots were slinging, and that history was bearing witness to another version of David meeting Goliath, all things have come down to a mind-boggling maneuver by the one guy this girl thought had a real wing and a prayer to effect real change.

America has no time for more shifty, more slimy politicians.  America has no hope to recover while seemingly more embedded into the transient fixes, things closer to the fallacious and fraudulent, and endorsed by crony capitalists and a political agenda to transform America from her roots.

But such is life in America these days.  Such is life.  And it ain't even close to being pretty .

But what does it matter, right?  This is just a day in the life of an American girl, according to me, G -- only now a year older and praying a wee bit wiser on a number of things, large and small scale alike.  But like this presidency, only time will tell on that score. 

Make it a Good Day, G

today --  unlike most of my days -- there is not a link to be seen or heard.  In the macro, it means nothing, really.  Perhaps a clean sweep on the day is more a testimony to all the things I have personally released to the care of the universe in this past year;  out with the old and in with the new is so cliche, indeed.  But that simply means, the idea, the turn of the phrase, was revolutionary before it became commonly overused and somewhat trite.  But make no mistake, for a good cliche has its time and place, especially when it opens the flow of abundance to a brand new world, arriving at just something else to write about any old day now.

Hail to the right to write about any old thing I please.  And thank you, Julia, for the itty bitty reminder of such.  

Thursday, March 15, 2018

It's from One Light to Another Thing

Dear America,

let's think about science and the subjective mind for a moment...according to the Science of Mind by Ernest Holmes:

"Subjective mind can deduce only; It has no power of initiative or self-choice, and is compelled by its very nature to retain all the suggestions which It receives.  The best illustration of this is in creative soil, in which the gardener plants a seed.  The soil does not argue nor deny, but goes to work on the seed and begins to create a plant which will represent the type of manifestation inherent, as idea, in the seed; from a cucumber seed, we get cucumbers, and from a  cabbage seed, we get cabbages...never does [the law] contradict the right of the seed to be what it really is...The idea of the full-grown plant must exist somewhere in the seed and soil, if it is ever going to materialize."

A thoughtful and intimate reflection, upon the life of Stephen Hawking, is worth another moment in time; Michael Guillen -- a learned physicist, himself, having also taught at Harvard -- was given the rare opportunity to not only get to know Hawking... the man, the physicist, the cultural scientific icon of our time, but also, the entire Hawking's family.   

Though short and sweet -- and now realizing that this girl is carrying over the theme of just yesterday, of stunning turnabouts -- what a surprise to find, through my own feeble mindfulness, a softening of my previously, albeit rather coarse, impression of the man.  Thanks to Guillen and his delicate, yet admiral, way of contesting some of Hawking's scientific mumbo-jumbo, the option to stand up against the incredible all-knowingness of a Stephen Hawking is justified, even scientifically supported by other physicists!

Oh the nonsense about this planet not being able to sustain its population for much longer...how one day, in order for mankind to survive, that we would have to seek refuge in other planets....between climate change, over-population, and just humans being human, we are cooked.  End of story.  

In Guillen's words:

"I’ve also pushed back on Hawking’s love-hate relationship with God and religion. Early on, he allowed for the possibility that God exists, but more recently he seemed hellbent on seeking ways for the universe to have created itself. 
That, to me, will always be the grandest paradox of all – that Hawking could readily believe in such far-out ideas as imaginary time and a nothingness that is actually everything, but not the idea that God could possibly exist."


What can it hurt, to contemplate the very planting of the Seed of all Seeds, and more importantly, the SOWER, Itself?

Ahhhhh to Hawking's often limited, highly subjective, sorely human, small mindedness -- God had no place in the universe of all creation...neither cause or effect... neither soil or seed...nor Original and Immortal and Infinite and Everlasting Thought.  Though neither elevated nor denied, It -- GOD -- was left totally abandoned in the great scheme of our human existence, according to the great physicist who lived a life without receiving one Nobel Prize.

But make no mistake, it was Hawking, led by his own subjectivity, marking the lines of limitation and separation.  It was Hawking, the man, who led with the making of God's role being inessential and insignificant, almost trivial.   Which makes me wonder right about now if anything has changed, since meeting his mortal end just yesterday...

And to the chatter about Hawking's timing -- dying upon what we call Pi day, celebrating the mystery between circumferences and diameters, of circles to infinity and beyond (3.14) -- isn't the Universe's sense of humor rather amusing.   Hawking is officially IN  infinity and beyond, right now...and surely his Maker is forgiving, loving, and most pleased with every ounce of courage and determination and strength of resistance against the frail and failing human body Hawking had come to know and reckon with in his everyday life; in spite of what Hawking may or may not think of God, he is still a child of God.

The thing is, believers of a God actually believe certain things to be True; believers live by faith, the unseen,  and not by sight.   And if one is a believer, then none of the things Hawking says of the death to the planet, the end of civilization as we know it, and the need for the colonization of other planets, has life nor breath to it.  For God so loved the world, He gave his only Son....

There will be a time for a second coming.
There will be a time for a revelation.
There will be a time for a rapture.
There will be a time for a gathering of souls ---  of whosoever truly believed -- and they will be saved by the Grace of God.
God will not allow the earth to be totally destroyed -- for it is a promise.

But of course, The Left would have us believe that all of that runs counter-intuitive, counter-productive,  to what the planet is telling us, to what global alarmists preach to us, and to what the global political elitists have in mind for us, albeit down the one-world-government-yellow-brick road; all the while, replacing God with a dependency on mankind, big government, and the powers that be.

Cultural propaganda is what seems to be winning these days.

I do like how Guillen finishes --

"Despite my disagreements with him, however, I am deeply, deeply saddened by his passing. The universe seems a bit quieter to me this morning because of his absence. And a bit darker, as if someone has snuffed out a bright supernova."
To which my natural reply is easily this: perhaps there is another switch?
As in a Switch of all Switches, a Light of all Lights, a SuperNova of all SuperNovas....
surely, it couldn't hurt to look, let alone believe there is ONE.  But the thing is -- you must start out, at the very least, believing in the possibility that there is One.

Being purely objective, teehee....perhaps Hawking's subjective mind was rooted in a fault, a false premise, a separation between soil and seed that resulted in one big fat void of all voids.

This little light of mine is not afraid to kindle that charge.


Make it a Good Day, G

Monday, March 12, 2018

It's a Stunning Turnabout Thing

Dear America,

"I think he's stunning..."

in a total turnabout, Mary Matalin makes perfectly clear of her stunning approval of The Donald  in an exclusive interview for PJMedia, @ CPAC.

I just find it amusing, at this point, it could probably be said that half the country shares in the sentiment Mary also declared, that she could "die happy now;" while the other half has completely lost its mind, ready to gouge their eyes out, like yesterday -- better still, like January 20, 2017.

Matalin, responding to her move to register Libertarian --

“'So I don't know why it made any difference to anybody, but I want to re-express to myself, to my kids and my community, to remind them of what Reagan said about the balance between liberty, that tension and that part of preserving our freedom has to do with conservative policies. I think libertarianism precedes conservatism or it's certainly iatrical to it. So I didn't think it was that big of a deal; I didn’t leave the party and I can’t leave the party because it’s Hotel California,' she added, referring to the Eagles song in which you can check out but never leave."
 [love that Eagles song]

So in full context, Matalin says this about Trump:

“'I think he's stunning; he's a paradigmatic shift because, for him, I think, it's an isolated paradigm shift. I don't think anybody else can do it because everybody else who thinks they know about politics impedes their own forward motion by saying it can't be done. He doesn’t have that gene --everything can be done,' she said.
'Everything is possible, and guess what? He has proved that it is. Do you know how many years, decades, I worked on tax reform? He did it like that, changing people's lives. Do you know how long we all ran against Obamacare? …The less reported is the most significant for the economy … regulatory relief,' she added."

it is isolated....

...only Trump can get away with doing Trump-like things.

PJMedia's Nicholas Ballasy weaves a worthy interview, so I highly recommend clicking the link for the real deal.  And at the same time, for the purpose of discovery of further background, might I suggest another quick read as a prerequisite  -- The Art of The Donald ;  Christopher Bedford, does a fairly thorough job explaining the current law in effect, both on the fly and calculated in equal portion.  [This girl received the book as a Christmas present, and only just now getting around to flipping its pages;  finding such a loss a stunning turnabout...]

Whether approving, or not, the entire nation is acting and reacting to nothing less than an environmental, cultural, free market phenomenon, namely through what I call Trump Law -- a vortex of stunning force, flashing every bit of his masculinity with pride, and barreling through his presidential promises and TO-Do list like none other, with no regrets. Hold onto those MAGA hats!

TRUMP is killing it.

Achieving STUNNING Tax Reform,
and extinguishing harmful Obamacare regulations, in one fell swoop...like a man.

(Although well defined decades ago) It was Trump to declare Jerusalem the capital of Israel and make immediate plans to move the US Embassy there, like a man.

It was Trump that brought North Korea to its knees, like a man....

It was Trump that put California on notice -- on multiple levels, from sanctuary cities to sanctuary state; and come tomorrow, visiting my San Diego, fully prepared to face the backlash of building the wall, like a man...

The thing is --  and perhaps this sentiment floats in stark and stunning contrast with half the population swimming in the girl gene pool -- I happen to like men being men.

I like it a lot.

I might even go so far to say, we need more men being men.

And of course, all this could be more a reflection of what's going on more closer to home for the old G thing; given the recent reigniting of a personal life, this girl is so ready to stop thinking about changing the oil, taking out the trash, fixing a toilet flapper, and so on and so on.  Men not only lend a certain portion of security and peace of mind at the end of the day, they happen to be pretty handy to have around.  I am ready for that turnabout to turn about, like yesterday.

Of course, call me old fashioned,  for the art of this deal to really work.... the girl -- which in this case, is me -- must be fully prepared to do the girly things.  AND I AM.  Seems like I have been waiting all my life to chaotically clean cook kiss and things, for the love of a good man.

But like Bedford says in the book...on The Donald....what this really amounts to --for me and for you -- is being "true to our brand."

I know who I am and more important, know what I am looking for in a partnership; when combining with an opposite force -- especially one looking for what I have to offer --- it becomes a whirling vortex of yin and yang, swirling together in sweet nirvana, to and fro, entertaining intervals from the frantic to the sublime.  The potential of reaching ecstasy runs high when the machine is calibrated, in alignment, and grounded with the idea that everything and anything is possible.  Working together, the actual possibility of making love great again actually has a fighting chance. Stunning results can ultimately carry the day.

Just as The Donald doesn't hold the can-NOT-do-gene -- I believe that half the battle is being in agreement with the goal, the end result, the opportunity of gain!  (Dare I add, making it a win-win.)

How can it be bad for America, and more specifically, Americans -- if we got a guy, in the highest office of the land, who isn't satisfied with the American machine staying at simply okay, but actually in the making of making it HUMMMMMMMMMMM, like, loudly, bigly.... boldly going where America has never gone before!

Who doesn't want a piece of that?

Trump negotiates deals according to Trump Law.  It may seem scary -- at the start -- at a point where he just mouths off and begins with something sounding more like a one-sided demand; but just look at how things evolve during the process -- things shift and ease with every push and pull.  It's brilliant, really.

And something else about Mary, and not being fully on board the Trump train in the beginning -- I, too, find the man and his workmanship absolutely "stunning."  Who knew?

That's my day, and I'm sticking to it.

Make it a Good Day, G
And with much appreciation to my muses.... 
PJMedia, Mary Matalin, The Donald, and my own mr. big
,....in the making of this day.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

It's a Family Blending of Virtue and Happiness and Ben Thing

Dear America,

to the last quote from Poor Richard's Almanac...

"Let no pleasure tempt thee, 
no profit allure thee, 
no ambition corrupt thee, 
no example sway thee, 
no persuasion move thee, 
to do any thing 
which thou knowest 
to be evil; 
so shalt thou always live jollily; 
for a good conscience
 is a continual Christmas.  

oh Ben, you and I would have been so good together.

this may very well explain all the many ways our culture, in America, has grown into a serious decline; the less emphasis we place upon the things that truly matter, the more wayward our hearts and minds go.... So goes the battle between living in integrity and breeding corruption; the outcome, ultimately, harboring the power to extinguish every good thing.

fall of Rome anyone?

it just feels like we keep missing the point, no matter what matter seems to matter in the moment.

At first glance, someone who I consider a super smart girl, Condoleezza Rice, seemed to doing just that, when she made the comment --

“I think it is time to have a conversation about what the right to bear arms means in the modern world,” Rice told radio host Hugh Hewitt on Friday. “I don’t understand why civilians need to have access to military weapons. We wouldn’t say you can go out and buy a tank.”

yeah, just got stuck on the thought of having that conversation addressing whether or not the Second Amendment even has a right to exist in a "modern world."  That first blush was a sea of red.

Although, being in total agreement with that tank tag line at the end, my growing frustration is the realization that we never seem to be brave enough to address the actual, real cause -- from the root of all evil, to the mental instability of individuals, to the full glory of gun violence in film and video games, to the mind-blowing amount of dysfunction in families and communities and government....

At this rate, folks, we might as well give every single one of us a pistol and see what happens.

The problem is NOT THE F*&*NG GUN!

[Just as it is not about the planes trains or automobiles, let alone the pressure cooker stolen from granny's kitchen, the chef's knife in the top left drawer, or the ten digits that can wrap around a throat and snuff a life faster than you can say boo...   AND moreover, NO ONE within the membership of the National Rifle Association has EVER committed such an horrific crime against humanity, as we witnessed in Parkland, Florida ...props to Rushie.]

Sustainable humans, anyone?  [indeed.  and given I did not get up and eat humble pie for breakfast, here's props to G and yesterday's blog]

This girl really likes the views from Steve Hilton, here.

EVERYTHING gets down to how we raise our children and grow healthy families; for only through proper guidance, meaningful emphasis upon education, unconditional love, quality and quantity of  time...all aiding and abiding in the process and civic duty of raising children of good character... this symbiotic structure and security, blending nature and nurture, beginning at birth, is paramount in the making of a healthy, mindful, conscientious, responsible, strong community and country; the micro becomes the macro and so on and so on.

Duly noted on this here blog umpteen times before, but whatever --  it does get down to this one thing -- family -- as the beginning and the end of all good things to come.

You know, "Virtue & Happiness are Mother & Daughter."
awwwww Ben, ya did it again... xoxoxo

amen. amen. amen.

Make it a Good Day, G