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What About "Blaming Whitey" from the What About series (Post 5)

There is a mind set that every "white man" in America owned slaves. This is some of the indoctrination that is currently being taught in our “progressive” schools, developed after the model of Hitler’s educational system. They (the system) pretend to teach this in an effort to undo the pain that was caused by slavery. But there is a much more sinister reason, with race-baiting at its core. Though it sounds as if they are all up in arms, due to their love of mankind, over slavery back in the 17 to 1800's, it is actually just the opposite. They are promoting hatred. Hatred of the white man for offenses supposedly committed by their ancestors. Blame whitey. That is their cry. Always blame "whitey!”  Well, only 1.6% of all U.S. citizens owned slaves at the height of slavery in 1860.  "A very small number upon which to base the hatred of the entire white race."

The left never says anything about modern day slavery, especially the child sex slave industry that goes on in almost every country in the world and even America! God forbid they focus on the children of today!

Let me let you in on well-kept secret. Blacks are not the only ones who have been slaves over the course of life on Earth. As a matter of fact, every single race on this planet has been in servitude/forced slavery at one time or another. Even white people.

The blacks in this country need to get over it and let it go. They have never been a slave and no whites in the U.S. own slaves. So just stop.

People keep insisting that racism is alive and well. Is that true? No... and... yes. Firstly, the “no.”  The laws in this country state that you cannot be discriminated against due to race, religion or national origin. So, blacks are as free as anyone else to work hard and make something of themselves. If anything, the laws (affirmative action)lean in their favor. In our experiences we will still encounter some prejudices. Some about race. Some about age. Some about weight. Etc.. That is our individual responsibility to overcome and we should certainly not expect a law governing people’s prejudices. Secondly, yes, unfortunately, racism is still alive in that people still judge people by the “color of their skin instead of the content of their character.” This goes both ways. I’ve come across many racists in my lifetime. And most of them are black. Dr. James Manning, (an outspoken black reverend,) will tell you, “If you know someone who is black, I guarantee you they are racist.”

This problem of hatred for those of a different race, of prejudices, is exacerbated by throwing out the reminder of slavery constantly. If you truly want to get rid of this prejudiced way of looking at people, there is only one way. Stop blaming others for your misfortunes and see that everything you do is above reproach. Everyone. I do not take responsibility for any problems black people have in this country. I’ve been poor, almost destitute all my life. I’ve worked three jobs at a time. I am not at all responsible for your problems. YOU ARE! Nor is anyone, other than myself,  responsible for the poor choices I’ve made in my life.

Those who cry racism at every turn are the ones keeping racism alive. Obama being elected solely on the color of his skin was the uncovering of just how deep racism in this country runs! Before you cry racism even one more time, maybe you should look at your own race. Want to make a difference in the world? Look at the slave trade that is still going on in other parts of the world.

Did you know that ....“Kenya is a source, transit, and destination country for men, women, and children trafficked for the purposes of forced labor and sexual exploitation. Kenyan children are trafficked within the country for domestic servitude, forced labor in agriculture (including on flower plantations), cattle herding, in bars, and for commercial sexual exploitation, including involvement in the coastal sex tourism industry.”   - U.S. State Dept Trafficking in Persons Report, June, 2009   [full country report]

It’s not the white people who are buying and selling these slaves, so stop blaming “whitey.”  If everyone would simply take responsibility for themselves, make sure everything they do is beyond reproach, is virtuous and lovely, is praiseworthy, has a basis of love and freedom, they all this hatred would eventually disappear.
(From -How to Stop the Coming Race War in America... coming soon from McCartney Green)

What About Trayvon Martin? From the 'What About Series' [Post 4]

I’m not going to go in to a long diatribe about the trial, or whether Zimmerman should have been acquitted. Everyone and their brother have done that and I see no reason to add my personal “feelings and emotions” into the fray. Neither Trayvon Martin nor George Zimmerman were innocent in this event and it was one of many tragedies that happen in our country every single day.  Sad. So sad. But true. So, here is what I’d like to say. ..

Please, do not be sucked into this crazy bating of one race against the other. Raise your heads up and think. This entire episode in our country’s history is a sham and it’s a shame so many people have fallen for the media’s manipulation. Why are we so willing to jump on the bandwagon the moment the media prods us with a stick? The media is crooked. They can so easily put a bend on things to match their agenda. And their agenda is whomever is paying the bills.

It reminds me of seeing a bunch of little electrically operated puppets, and the media/administration (administration = gov’t and politicians and corrupt white collar hoaxers both D. and R.,) says, “Watch this!” And then, they take two ends of an electrical wire, put them together, and laugh as all the little puppets suddenly go crazy, swinging wildly at each other, destroying themselves and all around them.

Please do not allow yourself to be so manipulated. Whether you were “for” Trayvon Martin, or “for” George Zimmerman, do not be so distracted by this trumped up event that we forget what we the people are really all about. Compassion. Love. Love of our families. Love of our friends. Love of our country, our lives, our creative talents, animals, Earth, the universe, God etc..  Cries of “murder whitey” and others much worse are not what the majority of us are about. They are certainly not what will bring love and goodness and light back into our country.

So many times over the last few days I’ve heard the cry, “Justice for Trayvon.” Do you not see the division in that? How about just a cry for justice?  Not for Trayvon and not for Zimmerman. Just justice. That was my hope for the trial. And as I watched, it became clear to me that the prosecution had no case against Zimmerman. But if they HAD...  then  I would want Zimmerman to go to prison. I wasn’t hoping Zimmerman would get away with murder. I was hoping for justice. If it was proven he flat out murdered that young man, then away with George Zimmerman. But it didn’t work out like that. Justice was served. If you didn’t watch the trial but are getting your information from the mainstream media, then you are making a decision based on extreme bias. If you did watch the trial, you would have seen that it was fair, if not leaning a little toward the prosecution. 

Now I have to mention the six jurors and give them a big thumbs up. Do you think those six women knew that the media and their puppeteers and at least half the country wanted them to put Zimmerman behind bars? Of course they knew. They could have been intimidated. They may have been afraid and probably were. But with all that, be it correct or incorrect, they stood for what they believed to be the truth in this case. They didn’t have to. It would have been much easier for them to just come back with a guilty plea. They would have been lauded and loved. But they did the hard thing and did what they thought was right. Kudos.

Come on, my beloved countrymen. Come together. No more chips on shoulders. No more feeling guilty. No more demanding reparation. No more cries of hatred. No more ugly words. Do not be the sheep following the crowd off the cliff. Because that is exactly where we are headed. Stop. Turn around. And simply love.  Yes, even your enemies.

What About Nik Wallenda? ...from the 'What About Series' [Post 3]

(Picture of Nik and his father are from Nik Wallenda's facebook page.)
First of all, great job, congratulations! Nik Wallenda walked 1400 feet on a cable stretched across the Grand Canyon and for those who didn't get to see it, he praised Jesus during most of that walk.
So, just for fun I was scanning the internet after Nik Wallenda’s walk last night. So many comments, and of course, it became fodder, as always, to spout some kind of political mumbo jumbo. So, here is some of what I saw. (Disclaimer: The ‘I read’ parts are not exact quotes and some have been changed due to the graphic nature of the comment.)
I read something like - “Some people have called him a hero. He’s not a hero. It’s our soldiers and firefighters that are heroes.”
I said - Hmm, haven't seen anyone call him a hero, (but I was later told they were all over Twitter proclaiming him a hero.)  On Facebook, I have seen a few call him a stupid idiot... but I think that's just because he made them nervous. For me, what he did was way intense and I'm glad he made it, but he's not my hero.
I gotta say this... he's got bigger cahones that I do. Well, I'm a female, but you know what I mean, lol!
He didn't just talk it, he walked it, literally! Do you realize what it took for him to take those first few steps? There was no turning back. He said he would do it and he did. Does this make him a hero? Well, not in my book. And I hope it doesn’t take away from the real heroes, men and women who are strong and proud and brave and do a job I know I couldn’t do. But maybe it was the proclaiming of Wallenda's faith unashamedly in front of the world that have made people call him a hero?
I read - “I bet a bunch of atheists and non-Christians are hoping he falls since he’s praising Jesus  with every step. They’ll hate him just like they hate Tim Tebow.”    I say - Unfortunately, that is probably true. And I’m so glad he didn't fall! I have no idea what hand God or Jesus had in this activity, but I love the faith Nik Wallenda showed .... and the trust. A victory against those who wished otherwise... I’ll take it!
I read - “There are a lot more important things happening in the world than some crazy guy who wants to pull a crazy stunt and get all the sheeples to watch him.”
I say - His walk is not the most important thing that's happened this week but maybe we needed a relief from all the serious stuff going on.  There are many very awake people who sometimes just need to sit back and channel surf and take their minds off all the bad stuff. And I gotta say, this guy isn’t nearly as crazy as some of the people topping the news stories lately. It is a shame people have to defend their every action from those who constantly criticize. Maybe we should take a break from THAT!
I read - “So glad I was flipping through the channels and saw this and heard what he was saying as he walked.” and... “Was really glad to hear his faith” and... “Nice to truly hear someone profess their faith.”
I say - I absolutely agree and I am not what you would call religious, though I am quite spiritual. Still, I loved hearing his prayer as he walked, for indeed, to me, it seemed like a prayer.
All in all, I say congratulations to the Wallenda family. I could feel the relief of his wife and kids and I know they are glad it’s over....until he gets up this morning and says, “Hon, what about crossing the ____?” :) Peaceout.

What About Sexism? ...from the 'What About Series' [Post 2]

Let’s Talk About Sex-ism, baby!

A while ago, a female friend of mine on Facebook posted a hilarious story about a man who bought his wife a Tazer for protection and decided he just had to try it out on himself. The story itself was written from the POV of the man, so I’m going to assume that the man himself wrote the story. He was “man enough” to make fun of himself.  I know, I know, that was a sexist remark. I got more... so read on...

At the top of the post were the words, “Only a Man Would Try This.”  Trying to keep it real, I thought about this statement and came to the conclusion that it was mostly true. At least I could see more men then women trying something like that. Most all stereotypes are based on truths.

Anyway... what I’m getting to is, some guy commented on my friend’s post, calling her to task about that statement, “Only a Man Would Try This,”  and saying it was sexist and that she knows he is against all sexism whether it is against a woman or a man.

I read his statement and thought, “Why ya gotta make it ‘bout that?” The story was truly funny and not about sexism at all. Why’s he gotta pick up on that one statement? I was unable to keep myself from responding, but keeping in mind it was my friend’s page and the guy was one of her friends, I kept it light out of respect for her. I said something to the effect that it was just a joke and as a woman I can take a joke and I can dish them out, because I’m ‘man enough’ to do that. I ended with a lol, to make sure he knew I was just playing around.

Well he let me know real fast that sexism is not a joke. But, I thought, the story WAS a joke. It was just a funny story. This guy was just looking for a reason to be offended. And then it hit me. Yep, that is exactly one of the biggest things wrong with America right now. The worry of offending people. That is where political correctness came from and our society has become so obsessed with not offending anyone that it is to our own detriment. I don’t believe in PC. To me it’s a silly game and I don’t play it. But it has become more than silly. It has become dangerous. Threatening to our First Amendment.

Okay, let me just say right now before you all get your panties in a wad, (yes, yes, I know, another sexist remark,) that I believe in being tactful and kind. I love people of all races and I am totally against bullies, especially men who bully women. As far as sexism, I believe women should be paid and treated the same as men if they do the same job. I believe that there are brilliant women out there, and brilliant men, and we should all be respectful and kind to each other.

But.... and I guess it’s a big but.... (I don’t like big butts and I cannot lie, lol) men and women ARE different in sooo many ways and the following is what I wanted to really say to that guy on my friend’s page.

“You think that’s sexist? Let me tell you what I really think. I think it’s very unmanly of you to get all whiny over a stupid joke. I want to say ... waaa waaa waaa, why don’t you grow a pair? Taking offense at every little thing, looking for trouble and crying sexism when your gender has been the masters of this world for so long and when your gender is physically stronger (yes they are and I’ll write about that in my next blog,) is a sign of immense weakness. It’s the sign of a man who is so unsure of his own manliness and strength, who lacks so much confidence, that he has to cry over a silly joke.  How many blonde jokes and breast jokes and intelligence jokes, and sexual innuendo jokes do you think women have laughed at? Get over yourself. Man up.”

Okay, so there. I have said it. And it all comes down to this. People, we need to stop taking offense at every little thing. And when we do become offended, we need to not expect the government to make a rule that you cannot offend me. Pay me the same. Sure. Don’t discriminate because of gender, sure, that goes without saying. But make all the jokes you want. Cuz sometimes, they’re just darn funny.

A question for anyone who has read my books, can you see Grandmaster Kino getting all up in arms about a joke? Nope. I can see him admitting that he thinks it IS more likely that a guy would try out a Tazer than a woman.  And he certainly realizes the difference emotionally, spiritually and in  physiology between males and females since his life’s work involves the training of body, mind and spirit. So often I find myself comparing how a real man should act to two figures... my Eric Kino from The Dandelions Series and Jesus. Somehow, I cannot imagine Jesus taking offense at the funny Tazer story. I’m thinking he probably enjoys a good laugh now and then. So, I’m done. Peaceout.
P.S. Here’s the Tazer story in case you are curious. I’m sorry I don’t now the original author’s name. It's well-written and I would love to give him credit!
ONLY A MAN WOULD ATTEMPT THIS

Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!

Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.

A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.

The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety...??

WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home... I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.

Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another.

The directions said that:

a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant;

a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and

a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE... !!!

I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note:
If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer,
one note of caution:

There is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor!
A three second burst would be considered conservative!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.

My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace.
 The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was.
 My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching..
 My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.
 I had no control over the drooling.
 Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone.
 I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair.
I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!

PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it!

If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!!

What About Sexism? The 'What About ______' Series: Post 2

Let’s Talk About Sex-ism, baby!

A while ago, a female friend of mine on Facebook posted a hilarious story about a man who bought his wife a Tazer for protection and decided he just had to try it out on himself. The story itself was written from the POV of the man, so I’m going to assume that the man himself wrote the story. He was “man enough” to make fun of himself.  I know, I know, that was a sexist remark. I got more... so read on...

At the top of the post were the words, “Only a Man Would Try This.”  Trying to keep it real, I thought about this statement and came to the conclusion that it was mostly true. At least I could see more men then women trying something like that. Most all stereotypes are based on truths.

Anyway... what I’m getting to is, some guy commented on my friend’s post, calling her to task about that statement, “Only a Man Would Try This,”  and saying it was sexist and that she knows he is against all sexism whether it is against a woman or a man.

I read his statement and thought, “Why ya gotta make it ‘bout that?” The story was truly funny and not about sexism at all. Why’s he gotta pick up on that one statement? I was unable to keep myself from responding, but keeping in mind it was my friend’s page and the guy was one of her friends, I kept it light out of respect for her. I said something to the effect that it was just a joke and as a woman I can take a joke and I can dish them out, because I’m ‘man enough’ to do that. I ended with a lol, to make sure he knew I was just playing around.

Well he let me know real fast that sexism is not a joke. But, I thought, the story WAS a joke. It was just a funny story. This guy was just looking for a reason to be offended. And then it hit me. Yep, that is exactly one of the biggest things wrong with America right now. The worry of offending people. That is where political correctness came from and our society has become so obsessed with not offending anyone that it is to our own detriment. I don’t believe in PC. To me it’s a silly game and I don’t play it. But it has become more than silly. It has become dangerous. Threatening to our First Amendment.

Okay, let me just say right now before you all get your panties in a wad, (yes, yes, I know, another sexist remark,) that I believe in being tactful and kind. I love people of all races and I am totally against bullies, especially men who bully women. As far as sexism, I believe women should be paid and treated the same as men if they do the same job. I believe that there are brilliant women out there, and brilliant men, and we should all be respectful and kind to each other.

But.... and I guess it’s a big but.... (I don’t like big butts and I cannot lie, lol) men and women ARE different in sooo many ways and the following is what I wanted to really say to that guy on my friend’s page.

“You think that’s sexist? Let me tell you what I really think. I think it’s very unmanly of you to get all whiny over a stupid joke. I want to say ... waaa waaa waaa, why don’t you grow a pair? Taking offense at every little thing, looking for trouble and crying sexism when your gender has been the masters of this world for so long and when your gender is physically stronger (yes they are and I’ll write about that in my next blog,) is a sign of immense weakness. It’s the sign of a man who is so unsure of his own manliness and strength, who lacks so much confidence, that he has to cry over a silly joke.  How many blonde jokes and breast jokes and intelligence jokes, and sexual innuendo jokes do you think women have laughed at? Get over yourself. Man up.”

Okay, so there. I have said it. And it all comes down to this. People, we need to stop taking offense at every little thing. And when we do become offended, we need to not expect the government to make a rule that you cannot offend me. Pay me the same. Sure. Don’t discriminate because of gender, sure, that goes without saying. But make all the jokes you want. Cuz sometimes, they’re just darn funny.

A question for anyone who has read my books, can you see Grandmaster Kino getting all up in arms about a joke? Nope. I can see him admitting that he thinks it IS more likely that a guy would try out a Tazer than a woman.  And he certainly realizes the difference emotionally, spiritually and in  physiology between males and females since his life’s work involves the training of body, mind and spirit. So often I find myself comparing how a real man should act to two figures... my Eric Kino from The Dandelions Series and Jesus. Somehow, I cannot imagine Jesus taking offense at the funny Tazer story. I’m thinking he probably enjoys a good laugh now and then. So, I’m done. Peaceout.
P.S. Here’s the Tazer story in case you are curious. I’m sorry I don’t now the original author’s name. It's well-written and I would love to give him credit!
ONLY A MAN WOULD ATTEMPT THIS

Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!

Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.

A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.

The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety...??

WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home... I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.

Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another.

The directions said that:

a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant;

a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and

a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE... !!!

I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note:
If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer,
one note of caution:

There is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor!
A three second burst would be considered conservative!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.

My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace.
 The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was.
 My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching..
 My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.
 I had no control over the drooling.
 Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone.
 I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair.
I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!

PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it!

If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!!

Yes, I Am Diverse ...or What About Me? ...First in the 'What About _____ Series'

A friend of mine told me that I am a truly confusing person. I told this friend with a laugh... I am diverse.  I'm grateful to that friend because I've been meaning to write in my blog for months now and just never made a moment to do it. Today, I'm taking that moment. This friend asked me what I think about this and that... and my answers confused her. Today’s blog, is a nutshell of that conversation and will be the first of a new thread I think I will call the “What about_____” series.

I told my friend, yes, I love music, from classical to country to rock to folk to whatever, and I marvel at it's beauty. But I don't love all music.

Yes, I love nature... this gorgeous, amazing, beautiful Earth, and I thrill at it's splendor. But I don't love every natural phenomena, like people-killing storms, erupting volcanoes, floods and tsunamis. 
Yes, I love people, of every race, of every stature, but I don't love all people's actions. And some people, I just don't love... because I'm not fully evolved yet. Yes, I have love and compassion for all children. I love babies, toddlers, the much ignored six to eleven-year-olds, young teens and older teens. Their innocence and innate goodness makes my heart swell. Yet I don't care to have another baby and I’m glad mine are all grown.

Yes, I love and have compassion for all animals. I don’t believe in hunting for sport or bullfighting, or being inhumane in any way. But I don’t believe in animals at the table and have no desire to own a pet and ...da da daaah.. I believe in eating meat. 

I see love and God everywhere. I believe in Jesus and HIS teachings. I am deeply spiritual but I am not a member of a religion. I will defend to the death your right to believe, not believe, and/or worship as you choose, as long as your beliefs do not infringe on the rights and freedoms of anyone else. 
I believe in freedom, freewill, freedom of choice and that we cannot evolve without it.

I’m writing all this because some people don't understand how I can be such a gentle, loving spirit and say the hard-ass things I sometimes do.

Maybe this will help...

I also believe in being a warrior. Like the heroes in my books, I believe in being so strong that I can "protect the innocent." I believe in plain speaking and have no problem with using colorful language when necessary and that may be because I believe in words... all words, and think it's silly and even arrogant to condemn some words because they offend someone's fine sensibilities. And yet I also believe there is a time and place for them.

I believe in the original goodness, love of freedom and  honor of our great country. True grit. Never giving up. I believe in truth, in transparency of government and again... freedom. And I believe that we should never, ever, compromise with evil. Yet, to do that, we must be awake enough to recognize evil. Sadly, some of my friends do not and will not recognize it. And so, rather than worry about them, I find I must simply let go and allow them the freedom to falter... a freedom I will defend.

Yes, I am diverse. I am not conservative, liberal, Republican, Democrat, religious, tolerant or close-minded, and then again, I am ALL those things. For today, this is enough. Coming soon (hopefully,)  I will write of more of my inconsistencies.

More to come in the series... let me know which subject you'd like to hear about!

What about....
Women
Capitalism
Obama
Homosexuality
Abortion
Men
Fitness
Natural foods
Health
Disease
Parenting
Forgiveness
etc, etc, etc

Yes, I Am Diverse - First in the "What About _____" Series

A friend of mine told me that I am a truly confusing person. I told this friend with a laugh... I am diverse.  I'm grateful to that friend because I've been meaning to write in my blog for months now and just never made a moment to do it. Today, I'm taking that moment. This friend asked me what I think about this and that... and my answers confused her. Today’s blog, is a nutshell of that conversation and will be the first of a new thread I think I will call the “What about_____” series.

I told my friend, yes, I love music, from classical to country to rock to folk to whatever, and I marvel at it's beauty. But I don't love all music.

Yes, I love nature... this gorgeous, amazing, beautiful Earth, and I thrill at it's splendor. But I don't love every natural phenomena, like people-killing storms, erupting volcanoes, floods and tsunamis. 
Yes, I love people, of every race, of every stature, but I don't love all people's actions. And some people, I just don't love... because I'm not fully evolved yet. Yes, I have love and compassion for all children. I love babies, toddlers, the much ignored six to eleven-year-olds, young teens and older teens. Their innocence and innate goodness makes my heart swell. Yet I don't care to have another baby and I’m glad mine are all grown.

Yes, I love and have compassion for all animals. I don’t believe in hunting for sport or bullfighting, or being inhumane in any way. But I don’t believe in animals at the table and have no desire to own a pet and ...da da daaah.. I believe in eating meat. 

I see love and God everywhere. I believe in Jesus and HIS teachings. I am deeply spiritual but I am not a member of a religion. I will defend to the death your right to believe, not believe, and/or worship as you choose, as long as your beliefs do not infringe on the rights and freedoms of anyone else. 
I believe in freedom, freewill, freedom of choice and that we cannot evolve without it.

I’m writing all this because some people don't understand how I can be such a gentle, loving spirit and say the hard-ass things I sometimes do.

Maybe this will help...

I also believe in being a warrior. Like the heroes in my books, I believe in being so strong that I can "protect the innocent." I believe in plain speaking and have no problem with using colorful language when necessary and that may be because I believe in words... all words, and think it's silly and even arrogant to condemn some words because they offend someone's fine sensibilities. And yet I also believe there is a time and place for them.

I believe in the original goodness, love of freedom and  honor of our great country. True grit. Never giving up. I believe in truth, in transparency of government and again... freedom. And I believe that we should never, ever, compromise with evil. Yet, to do that, we must be awake enough to recognize evil. Sadly, some of my friends do not and will not recognize it. And so, rather than worry about them, I find I must simply let go and allow them the freedom to falter... a freedom I will defend.

Yes, I am diverse. I am not conservative, liberal, Republican, Democrat, religious, tolerant or close-minded, and then again, I am ALL those things. For today, this is enough. Coming soon (hopefully,)  I will write of more of my inconsistencies.

More to come in the series... let me know which subject you'd like to hear about!

What about....
Women
Capitalism
Obama
Homosexuality
Abortion
Men
Fitness
Natural foods
Health
Disease
Parenting
Forgiveness
etc, etc, etc

My Picks for Dancing With the Stars All-Star Finals

I’ve heard some people refer to ‘Dancing With the Stars’ as ‘Dancing with the Morons.’ The context was, “some people don’t know who the Vice President is but they know who is dancing with the morons.”

Well, I have to stand up for Dancing With the Stars. I guess you can call it my guilty pleasure. That and chocolate. We all need recreation, play and diversion in our lives. There is so much stress, bad news, war, sadness, sometimes we need to let all that go and enjoy something beautiful.

Music and dance are some of the oldest and best forms of recreation since the beginning of time. I love to see the DWS dancers striving for beauty and perfection. I love to see what they create each week. Ballroom dancing is a beautiful art-form. Last night was a tribute to Michael Jackson’s music which I also love so it was a bonus!

Derek Hough has always been my favorite. He is the best choreographer and dances with the most flair. Mark Ballas is also great and you can tell they trained together. Shawn Johnson is adorable and doing a wonderful job. I want Derek and Shawn to go to the finals.

Melissa Rycroft, known as the girl The Bachelor dumped on national TV, (staged I'm sure,) is another one of my favs. She’s taken some guff, people complaining that she’s not really a ‘star’ and so why is she on the show. What makes her so great? Well, I think she is not only beautiful to look at, but she is a really good dancer. She reaches perfection and that is always worth seeing. Besides, there are sooo many celebrities...(eeww I hate that word,) who are extremely famous for no other reason than their daddy is rich or they love to shop or some other worthless endeavor. At least Melissa is creating something of beauty and worth. And, she seems to be a real sweetheart, humble and grateful. So, I’d love to see her in the finals.

I love Apolo Ohno and his striving for perfection. He is an amazing and thrilling athlete and as a male dancer who is not a pro, he tries real moves, hard stuff and pulls it off famously. Of course, I also think he would be a perfect Ricky Kino if a movie were ever to be made of The Dandelions Series! I think he has been vastly underrated and I would love to see him in the finals!

So, there are my picks for the finals. I love Emmit. He is such a gentleman and he does a good job, but compared to the others, he looks just a little clumsy.

I also like Kelly Monaco. Don’t understand her scores last night at all. I thought she was perfect. I hate the way she put herself down. She acted like when she won the first time it was a fluke and she got called out on it. That’s not the way I see it. She won the first time because she was the best dancer. The face off after-the-fact between her and John O’Hurley was ridiculous and seemed like sour grapes on John’s part. (Though that may not have been the case at all.) In the face off, John won, which was ridiculous. He may have had more popularity but he was not the best dancer. I think that would be evident if he’d participated in this all-star show. He would never have been able to keep up with the quality that has been shown this season.

In all, I really enjoy Dancing With the Stars. I will never be ashamed of appreciating beauty and creativity, especially  through dance and music.

Book snippets; This one from Six Angels (Book 5 of the Series)

Something wasn’t right, Lizzy thought. Something was very, very wrong. The back door was open and Mike stood on the back porch, a phone to his ear. The girls were nowhere in sight. Mike was wearing a holster over his shoulder and it housed a very lethal looking gun. But it was the one-sided conversation she could hear that caused her heart to leap in terror.

‘The five blonde, blue-eyed babies? They’re paying five million per kid? I need to know the shipment date? I’ll be there?’ At first she couldn’t remember how to breathe. Now she gasped in a breath. Mike spun around to face her, tucking the phone back into his pocket.

“Elizabeth.”

She didn’t move. “Where are my children?” she asked.

He swallowed hard. “Elizabeth, I had to send them away.”

This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t be. Her eyes bore into his. “Where are they?” she screamed. She moved toward him, grabbed the front of his shirt. “Where are they?”

“Calm down, Elizabeth. They’re fine. I sent them with a friend. With John. Remember him?”
“Oh, my God, he’s in on this too? How could you? How could you?”

He had no idea what she was talking about. He had no time to find out. “Elizabeth, you have to come with me now.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He didn’t have time to argue or reason with her. “You have no choice.” He wrapped his steely fingers around her wrist. “Come on, now. We have to go. Listen to me, I’m an— ”

Sheer panic and terror gave her the strength to jerk away from him. “No! How could you do this? Please God, no,” she cried taking off at a run toward the girls rooms.

He chased her down and caught up to her in Heather’s room. She stood in the center of the room, her hands up to her cheeks, her eyes wide. “Elizabeth, we have to go. Now.”

He grabbed her arm and she hauled back and swung at him. He ducked. She scrambled away. He caught her in the hall and wrestled her down as she screamed and cried and bucked against him.

“How could you?” she screamed. Suddenly she stilled as she sobbed uncontrollably. Rolling over she looked up into his face. “Please, Mike. Please don’t hurt my babies. Please, don’t hurt them.”

“No one is going to hurt them,” he said, glancing up at the small window next to the front door. He’d thought he’d seen movement, but at a second glance there was nothing. Impatiently, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor. “We have to get out of here now.”

She kicked. She bucked. She screamed obscenities. She grabbed onto anything she could as he tried to get her through the kitchen and out the back door. He tugged hard to get her to let go of the kitchen counter, then the refrigerator. “Goddamn it, Elizabeth, let go. I have to get you out of here.”

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Six Angels Book 5 of The Dandelions Series

Book snippets: Dandelions Never Die (Book 1)

Shelley awoke in her own bed to strange smells and the sound of male voices. Pulling on a pair of blue jean shorts and a t-shirt she made her way downstairs.

The aromas of food cooking was alternating between pleasant and nauseating. She could barely remember the flight home and began to wonder if Florida had merely been a dream. At the entrance to the kitchen she came to a halt.

Everyone had apparently made themselves at home. Eric was at the sink, the water running. Jason was cooking something on the stove, Justin sat at the table reading the paper and Ricky leaned back in his chair, happily peeling a banana. They chatted softly among themselves yet it seemed to Shelley their voices boomed in her head.

Justin looked up first. “Hi, sleepyhead,” he said with a smile.

Eric turned, his smile brightening at the sight of her. She crossed to him and he hugged her fiercely. “How are you feeling?”

She hopped onto the counter. “Not great.”

“Here.” He shoved some strong, smelly, herbal tea at her and she sipped it gingerly.

Ricky came to her. “I realize you probably don’t remember too much about last night, but I want you to know you were wonderful. You won those sponsors over like a pro and we were all terribly impressed.” He took her hand and kissed it.

“Thank you, Ricky,” she said sweetly as she touched his face then pushed her cup of tea into his hands. “And now– I think I have to throw up.” She jumped off the counter and dashed up the stairs.

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