Just Let Me -- G -- Indoctrinate You!

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.