Posts Tagged ‘death’

FYI

April 21, 2017

If anyone on the planet read my post yesterday, there are two things to keep in mind.

  1.  I am not living in guilt.  I learned something valuable, and life, after all is about learningl
  2. I believe she was an angel sent to me to help heal me after my accident and feeling my life was never going to be good again.  She gave me unconditional love.
  3.  She had arthritis and lots of pain from an injury when she was young. It was probably for her relief from growing older and very disabled, and relief from pain (in part) that she passed..  I trust God’s timing.
  4. I believe any living thing that has a “loving Spirit” will be with us in eternity. A spirit like that the God I love, I believe, would not end permanently.

 

I am not certain why I still write after 700 posts over the years….but I am glad for the opportunity because I am still one of the most positive people I’ve ever known, and still full of love  and life experiences to share.  Besides think of my brain if I had not been able to get all theses thoughts “out.”

Okay now you have to guess my age – but I am not going to tell you. Have a bitchin’ day. A cool one!  NOT a “dope” day…..I cringe when I hear that used as an expression of good……OVER and OUT.

PAY ATTENTION!

April 10, 2015

Yesterday I came within a breath of killing a fourteen or fifteen year old boy. I thank God I was NOT distracted, but was paying attention to my driving.

I was going a safe and legal speed on a street near schools. I was in the left lane. Without warning a boy rode his bike directly in front of my car.

I do thank God I was paying attention or he would have likely been dead, and I would have had an irreparably damaged heart.

It looked like he was going as fast as he could and was doing some sort of maneuver to get across to the other side of the street fast. But I saw his face and immediately slammed on my breaks and turned to the opposite side of the street-the lane nearest the center at the same time. I had to turn. Though my breaks stopped me, if I hadn’t, he would have been hit – he was that close.

I again thank God I did not coming “screeching” to a halt, but my breaks stopped me immediately as I was turning into the other lane.

No one had been coming towards me in that lane, and I only just now realized no one was close enough following me for me to have him or her hit me. I think my swerving was in sync with my turning.

He biked to the other side, obviously shaken. I put my window down and he yelled, “I am so sorry!”

I yelled back, “Thank God I didn’t hit you, but from now on BE CAREFUL. He looked as if he was waiting for me to scream and yell – but I didn’t. I just breathed a sigh of relief and drove on.

So many circumstances were right to leave the boy unharmed, and me not grieving along with his parents.

I felt this was important enough to write as sometimes we all get busy while driving.

I don’t drink, text, or put on makeup and drive. I have talked on the phone and changed my music…both of those are distracting too.

Texting while driving is responsible for over 16,000 deaths and is the number one cause of a teenager driving.

Adults do it too. I’ve seen so many adults talking on phone, eating, texting or doing something other than driving!

So many unnecessary deaths and accidents are caused by not paying attention! Ironically, last week I felt like I hadn’t been doing so, so I wrote a note and put it near my odometer. The note said ‘PAY ATTENTION.”

The Weirdest holiday greeting ever!

December 23, 2014

Is anyone else sick of all the BS that is happening in the USA right now? Itell you what, I sure am! It’s hard to tell where to begin.
1. I have a real problem with obama and his cronies pulling this “racial unrest” crap. I have seen the problem built up in increments, and with obama being a racist (he has always denied his white – he has never mentioned he is mullato) – I find it sickening that he is so ashamed of his white.
2. The young adult killed in Ferguson and those who chanted insited much. Sixty hours of witnesse’, six black people saying he was the problem, a black policemman who was there…and all the media can say is “he was a child-a defenseless child. If you had a huge mad man coming to inilate you, what would your instinct be? Self defense? The media is so f—— twisted. It is terrible for anyone to be killed, but he had just robbed a store and threatened someone.
3. It was terrible a twelve year old was killed,…,people who were frightened called, and he had something that looked like a weapon and was flailing it around…I don’t know the details, but if you don’t want the police to bother you – DON’T PLAY WITH GUNS THAT LOOK REAL threatening people, don’t rob stores, don’t do the crime!
4. The media kisses the ass of obama and the politicians that follow his lead. The real problem is POVERTY. The crime rate in areas of poverty is high – and in black communities the murder rate of black on black is unbelievably high. POVERTY AND all that comes along with it is the problem.
5. Before this stirring of the racial pot, the majority of America was melded and living peacefully as it should be.
6. Let’s take all the money obama wants to help Central American people with and turn it to our own poor communities to help them.
7. I heard something that made sense yesterday. If you get a ticket, or are sited for no driver’s license, etc. just say, “I am not breaking the law by being an illegal immigrant. I am legal, I pay taxes, I work…which offense is worse? I don’t get FINANCIAL HELP when I am sited for breaking the law.”
8. Yes, there are cops who are corrupt. But if you stand the good guys next to the corrupt ones, the good guys would win hands down. These guys began a career putting their lives on the line to keep peace and keep citizens safe. Would it really do any good if cops just slapped a hand and said naughty-don’t be bad? I don’t think so. Here’s an idea: Why don’t all the cops in the USA take a two week leave and see what happens. No cops on the streets at all. Think about that one.
9. Obama, his family, all the political persons (well, 90%) are taken care of for life. No worries. My husband was told not to work more than 40 hours, and even if he did, taxes would gobble up the money. Last time he got overtime he was taxed so highly we decided it wasn’t worth the extra time out of our lives.
10. Our military has to follow “rules of engagement” and in doing so our guys and gals are in serious trouble.
11. Lower the taxes for “we the people” and stop helping so much in countries that hate us.

Our president apologized long ago for America. He is going on a rampage – return one
American and give Cuba three Cubans…one was in jail for murder. Are we worth less?

It’s all about the MONEY, GREED and POWER. Sony may as well have bowed to N. Korea and said, “whatever pleases you.” They didn’t release the movie simply because the were afraid it would cut more into their profits. The invasion hurt them financially and they are simply AFRAID of the financial losses. Good job Sony – let them see we bow down to bullies.

Did you hear about the two innocent policemen that were murdered? One was American Asian, and one Latino American. How about the black high schooler that stabbed a white girl in the eye with a pen, “because she was white”? There are black on white crimes that are just quietly put to the side.

Did you notice how smoothly the border crisis slipped to another crisis, and then another?
It is all planned! Slick, eh? They divert our attention and we go on to the next problem. This has been a tactic for decades – and it works.

I don’t want to ship out families that have been here and worked and raised their children and been a part of communities. I just don’t want the cartels and criminals to have easy access to America.

Consumerism – big brother wants us to buy buy buy. The dumbing down of America is what I like to call it! We sit glued to the computer or our “portable device” and are doing exactly what they want us to do.

Many families have gone from enjoying time together to each preferring to be separate and on the internet so they can make secret plans, watch porn, or write to their hundreds of friends. A house divided falls.

I appreciate many things about the technology, but it is NOT MY LIFE. Did you know the intellect of technology has doubled every year since 1956? This should be a bit terrifying to us all.

I know this post is scattered but there are so many problems and I need to get them out of my head and on paper. It is all lies. Now all those who voted to get some changes made are shaking their heads because the Republican party has already gone back to being just members of the political club.

I know there is a silent majority here in the USA – a strong silent majority. The thing that non-citizens and those out of the United States of Amercia don’t realize is that when it comes down to the bottom of the barrel, somehow that melting pot of people that make up America will pull together and do what needs to be done.

My savior in all this mess – my faith! I am not blind and I am not stupid, I keep in prospective what is real and what is urgent. LOVE EACH OTHER, forgive each other and hold tight to family and friends.

Do not be duped into being stressed out about the holidays, or something that is manufactured by the media, our politicians, and those greedy bastards that have so much control over the peasants.

If I am lucky I probably have 10-15 years left to live on this planet. I intend to use every moment of it remembering what life is really all about! I hope you do to, and you use these moments to to love each other and forgive each other…including yourself!

Kind of a strange holiday greeting, I know. I don’t like mincemeat pie and I don’t like to mince words. Stop being brainwashed by commercials, and stop watching so much news…you will feel so much better!

I am going to take my own advice and probably won’t write again until after Christmas.

God bless and keep you all!

Sept. 11 – Music to honor firemen, policemen, and all those who lost their lives on that day…

September 11, 2014

And to honor all our military who have paid the ultimate price protecting citizens- either with the critical loss of body and/or mind quality, and those who have given their lives in the service of all of us in the United States of America.  God bless them, and God bless us all.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

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Photo taken during only one “conflict” – these were boys and girls we lost in ONE DAY.

WHY I DON’T KILL MYSELF

July 2, 2014

Since my accident and eventual spinal cord damage that forced me to have my back fused, my life has changed one hundred percent. Even more than the visible injuries, the injuries that are invisible almost make my life JUST a repetition of more doctors and often feeling like crap! Pretty honest, and it’s absolutely the truth.

I know – it sucks. There are days (and I am having one, thus far, today) – when I wish I could just throw in the towel and say, “That’s enough – I am done!”

There is not a day that I can forget I am now disabled permanently. Between pain and the “various” other disabilities, my life is changed forever.

I am also battling with major depression. I don’t really share with anyone anymore the battle I have not to be totally nuts! My poor husband has been stellar, and now I am putting lots of moans and groans, and depression, and down times, to rest…it’s between God and me – and you, of course.

 

Now you might ask then, why I don’t kill myself?

 

First of all, with suicide, there is no “taking it back”. “Whoops! Guess I changed my mind after all!” Besides suicide is the way out for those who don’t call upon inner strength. I am not a weakling – even though a lot of my strength comes from “self-talk”.

I will not give up.

There are several other big reasons, and the first being I am a Christian, and suicide is against my spiritual beliefs. But even if it were not a matter of my spiritual beliefs, even if I believed suicide was okay, I still wouldn’t do it.

It’s not that I am afraid, because I am not. I just believe there is something that is placed inside each of us that gives us, innately, the strength to fight to live. The only time that strength flees is when drugs and/or alcohol drown the true pure spirit.

I believe this with all my heart, and still after so many trials in my life, I fight to live. In fighting, however, sometimes have to settle for barter with life.

Mama told me there are three things I can count on in life:

  1. God
  2. Her love
  3. Change

I find, after all these years of living, she was right on the money. Number three is the one that happens EVERYDAY, and OFTEN without ANY NOTICE!

So here are VALID reasons not even to entertain that thought in my mind (or perhaps YOURS)!

  1. HOPE – I still have a feeling of expectation Perhaps something will change tomorrow. Could be ANYTHING – new cure, a visit from a long-lost friend, winning the lottery, having the best steak I’ve ever eaten, the best sex ever, a television show that is so fun I can’t stop laughing for a day! I would never know if I killed myself. If any of these things could have come to fruition.
  2. Once the deed was done there would never be another full moon to see, a bird to listen to, a book to read, a sky full of stars to gaze at, a beloved animal to pet and love, a child to sit on my lap for a visit in the spring, summer, winter, or fall,. I would miss it all, and that isn’t even the tip of the iceberg, as the saying goes.
  3. I am selfish. I love spending time with my husband, family and/or friends. I love my time alone to regenerate and think and write. I love to find a great bargain at a yard sale. I love to cook. I love taking photographs of people and places. I anticipate perhaps just hope, I will be able to travel to new places sometime. I guess I still like many things that life offers me.
  4. My “legacy” (don’t know if anyone would care besides my family) would be a lie. All the years I taught, and teach stress management and relaxation would be lies. I would have taken the “chicken” way out, and my whole life would have been for nothing.
  5. If there is a blazing hellfire, I do not want to be in it. I suffer when I get sunburned, and to me, fire is the scariest thing I know. I do not want to “burn, baby, burn”.

I think those five reasons add up to hundreds of personal reasons I cannot ever kill myself. Besides, I REFUSE to throw in the towel and let life stomp me out. I do not believe suicide is a natural thought.

I believe it has been placed in our minds by evil, whether it is from a movie, or a terrible murder-suicide, or a song. I also STRONGLY BELIEVE that ninety-nine percent of those who commit suicide either had mental issues, serious ones, or were plied with alcohol and/or drugs. Think about that one. Review the most recent “self destruction” you know about, and I bet there were drugs or alcohol involved, or severe mental illness.

Writing is a wonderful release, and you do not need to have a blog, or be perfect in English, to write your thoughts on paper.

Don’t give up! Besides, what if reincarnation is a fact and you had to come back as a maggot becaue you had killed yourself. Yuck.

Instead – begin again – CREATE your life, and I pray it is better as each moment passes!

I am praying for me too! God bless you and God help us all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 MILLION women are beaten and abused each year.

June 6, 2014

Is that shocking?

Well how’s this for a shocker? That is in the USA – not a third world country! I tried to find statistics on men being beaten or killed by their spouse or partner, but I came up with pretty much nothing. I know there have been some such instances.

The leading cause of violence to women fifteen to forty-four, ( car accidents, mugging and rapes combined) is caused by their husband or domestic partner.)

Here is another stunning fact. 16% of young men between the ages of eleven and twenty are serving time for killing their mother’s abusers.

Something is wrong with this picture! Agreed!

I spoke to a weapons expert in length day before yesterday, and he was kind enough to share some pretty important tips for women who are, or may be in a position to be beaten,

or even worse.   Marshall also teaches a self-defense class.

He seemed appalled that anyone would touch a woman in that manner. He seems to be a really decent man. This is what he shared with me.

1. No stun gun. The stun gun must be held against a person 15 seconds to be effective. In an emergency situation, one mistake and it’s over.

2. No knife. Same result if you aren’t fast and an expert.

3. No gun – unless you have a permit to carry a concealed weapon, know how to use it, and are defending your own life. God forbid you are ever in that scenario!

4. No taser as you have to aim and hit dead on. Even if that happens the connection can be pulled off in most circumstances. Police almost always have a back-up.

5. Pepper Spray – YES! YES! YES! Have your pepper spray in a pocket or concealed within immediate reach. Before he can reach you, spray directly in his eyes. It has to be either in your hand so it is unseen, or concealed in some manner, because if he sees it he can block the spray from his eyes.

This is something Marshall told me that I found extremely interesting. Once you spray the attacker – keep spraying directly in the eyes until the canister is completely empty!

That is important.

He assured me that if you use the whole can you will have time to grab whatever you need (like car keys and a purse)-pick- up the baby (babies) – and escape.

It will not permanently damage the eyes, but will disable your attacker.

He suggested that if you’ve never used a pepper spray before, buy an extra one and go some place and practice.

Practice the “draw”- practice spraying – spray the entire container, and practice, practice, practice.

Rehearse it in your mind an emergency scenario. Keep in mind wind/or a fan can send the spray where it shouldn’t go, so be careful!

Another tip I got was when you are walking alone, keep spray in hand, or car keys. Don’t put yourself in harm’s way, and walk proudly, keeping an eye on your surroundings if you feel insecure.

I firmly believe if a man or woman is drunk – IT IS NOT the time to fight.  Drunks cannot be reasoned with, and sometimes get violent.  Also, I have known women who “egg a man on” – taunt him with words that instigate a man to loose control.  NO that is not reason to abuse physically, but women can sometimes STOP a situation from accelerating by simply being quiet and walking away.

Some good  advice is to NOT listen to music or TALK ON THE PHONE, when you are the least bit nervous about walking or running. Those things put you at a real disadvantage. I know it’s not the most fun, but neither is abuse!

LASTLY – I am aware that there are men who are abused.

I actually have known a man who had a knife drawn on him by his own wife.

In the instance of man vs. woman, I believe that men are born stronger than women…even a small man can probably handle a woman strength-wise. I actually had an attempted rape by a man much smaller than myself. He was able to drop me on the floor quickly.

I thank God I was able to talk my way out of that situation.

Honestly, I do not know how a man would handle a woman abuser, except possibly “contain” her until she calms down – or better yet, WALK AWAY! Get out of the situation, and don’t return for more unless there is a conversation, and counseling. Why put yourself in a volitale position?

I pray you never have ANY abuse (verbal or physical) – man, or woman.  Let’s try to use our intelligence to solve problems…..Have a safe weekend and God bless you!

 

 

 

 

 

I awoke and this took form on paper

May 25, 2014

I don’t know what happened as some of the paragraphs were repeated.  It now stands corrected.  Have a beautiful moment – and the next, and the next!

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I had a dream, and then another and another – night after night, month after month, year after year.  Years turned to decades and I found myself dreaming, still.

Life changed the dreams from beautiful flights of fancy to tears sometimes.  Everything in my waking hours turned to dreams.  All memories bound together by darkness and restless eyes.

Dreams turned to acknowledgements, wisdom, wishes and the still hope lay in the path to fly again.  I saw the future of the core of humans still aspiring, and of those who lost their way.  I saw minds turn to stone and move like robots over the drying planet.

I had a dream. All the youthful errors were brought to light and the heart of my heart shone above all others on the browning planet.  He was stable and like a rock.  He was true, and I was his soul mate and Spiritual friend.  All others dissipated like fog in late morning.

I was old and disabled.  I passed by a woman who scowled and resented everything.  I told her to try to smile.  I told her it would make all easier and love would come to her.

I watched youth and a robust and healthy young woman pivoted and turned with grace and ease.  I cried for the exchange of freedom in movement to truth coming.  I knew.

I dreamed of the multilevel dome and how I could see everything outside from within.

Across the glass bridge, everything was transparent and I ran and skipped across it and back to the dome.

Within the confines, which felt limitless, I found myself turning like the tiny ballerina on the music box, again and again I moved with the music in my mind.  I spun around the top level of the dome, never faltering, never less than steady.   When I stopped I looked at the sky outside and it was pure blue and knew I would fly again soon.

blue sky

“If I could just remember how”, I thought.  “I would gently lift, and with my head tilted towards the sky I would put my arms back beside my body. then back further, with fingers together and hands relaxed, still parallel to my body, but behind it now, I would pick up speed and gentle altitude – between the old buildings, now higher in the sky.

Above the empty cities, turning with arms out to my side, above the mountains, above where the green and blue once joined in gentle landscape.”

I knew I would remember again.  I was there already within my mind.  I flew over small institution cubes where the workers could be monitored, and the core of the common man now lived.  Everything had changed.   I could see it was near the time.

I lived my life and learned all of it.  I did not choose an easy end.  I fulfilled my time with grace and still a soft heart.

I awoke and was glad my dreams had finally left me.  For so many years in waking hours my mind lived in both the awake world and the dream world.  I could not forget either.

But I was meant to learn my lessons and I was tenacious and hungry still for adventure.

I awoke and the light was brilliant.  I had seen so many faces in the walls, and floors.  I could not be alone and awake, and daydream for a moment that the faces of multitudes did not appear to me.

I was glad to forsake my day on planet earth. I was glad to give up the freedom and treacheries of my dreams. I was glad to be without form in Spirit alone. . I was finally “as it should be”; as it will be for so many – as it is destined to be.

I felt snuggled in love and embraced in truth.  I realized I was never alone.  I never had been.

I could fly again.

 

 

 

 

DREAMS

May 7, 2014

This is my six-hundred and twenty-third post.  You may think it a bit bizarre, but once in a while, I may be a bit bizarre!

Here I am again, armed withwords, ready to spew forth on paper, from the depth of my dreams the last couple of nights, what needs for me to be released.

Dreams have been a vast portion of my life. For eons dreams have been considered prophecy, or the brain settling in on incidents in a persons life. They have even been considered nonsensical, to have no meaning at all.

They mean something to me. In my life I had two two specific queries I put in my prayers. I needed immediate help with answers, and awoke at four in the morning with my answers. I immediately wrote the dreams on paper, and forthwith followed those answers to perfection.

My dreams have ALWAYS been my “other” life, taking me to places I have never seen and introducing me to peoples I have never met. Ninety-nine percent of the time I have loved my dreams and often wished I could stay in them. On occasion I have closed my eyes and once again returned to the places of my dreams.

I rarely forget my dreams, and only once in a while are they confusing. The best part of my dreams, ever, is flying. There is something in my living soul that makes me feel if I could just remember how – I could fly. I remember lifting off the ground and the positions I was in, and even the places I have flown in my dreams.

Well the past two nights were not so light. If you think I am insane, I am to a certain extent, I think we all have a “touch” of insanity. A human factor that sometimes can be unsettling.

I have no evil in me. Of that I am certain. Just still a “believer” in human kind,  and sometimes that has caused me to make terrible choices. Also, I admit, I have justified certain events in my life so I could “allow” myself to do whatever it was I justified. Big mistake. Alcohol was always involved in my worst mistakes (my husband calls alcohol “devil juice).

This first dream fogs in on a man I once knew who was evil. He was the epitome of evil.

He could make you believe there was good in him, and after a while, would draw you into his scheme of things. He hurt everyone that was in his life.

I bought into his program and wound up marrying him. We were married two years before I realized he was an alcoholic that sat in bars all day while I worked. He was a cheat, and a liar.

I could write a book about the five years I tossed into the trash can, but I survived and learned that which I need never have learned! This man died ten years ago, and it has been over thirty years since I was with him. He killed himself with alcohol and drugs, as he was facing prison for abusing and stealing from the elderly.

Still, he has never left me alone. When he died he was the first person I felt no regret for his death. I only felt relief because he would never hurt anyone again. But in my dreams he has surfaced time and time again.

Each time he was up to his old tricks.   After the dreams I always awoke with the feeling that I wished he would leave me alone! I wondered how long this would go on.

Well night before last it ended. Somehow in this fog we were near a lake – there were inlets and small boats traversing hidden coves. I was not privy to how I killed him, but in my dream he was reduced to a small packet (about the size of a baseball card), and he was dead. I tried to get rid of the card by throwing it in the water, but it floated.

So I took it up and wandered around trying to finish him for good.

There was a campfire close by, not really the kind in a pit, but in a deep barrel. It was burning hotly. I threw the packet in the white-hot fire and he was gone, burnt to ashes.

I knew he would never be back and I felt safe.

Upon waking I was startled, not because I remembered my dreams, but because I knew he would never bother them again. It was finished.

Last night in my dreams I was on crutches, ambling on foot through an unfamiliar town.

I limped past bars, and heard loud voices trying to “out volume” each other. I made it through stores that were closed, and began to walk on the sidewalk. It was going uphill, and I tired, so I went into a store that carried just about everything.

It was busy, but very interesting. I got to the back of the store and saw a green velvet chair that looked very comfortable. I sat down and noticed a pile of large photo albums stacked next to me. I randomly picked one up, and when I looked at the first photo I realized it was pertaining to me, and all that has been in my life, to this point. I turned each page and was fascinated to see all those who have crossed my path, and those who have been in my life for a long while.

About half was through I began to see photographs that were less than photos you would put in your album. Large photographs that reflected things in my life that was prior to this between only me, God, and maybe one or two other human beings. Certainly photographs that I don’t remember, but they were all inclusive as to reflect the times in my life I would rather keep to myself. It was humbling and also a revelation to see experiences and reflections of “another me”.

Somehow, when I awoke, I felt that it was all revealed, and that I am now never to be bothered by the man who haunted my dreams, and that I would never again lean towards a diminishing of my Spirit, nor waste a moment of this precious life. It has been a cleansing two nights, and now that I have written it on paper, things that I will not have to see or review again…for now.

If you dream you will understand. If you don’t, I hope at least I have been able to air my dreams and share with you two nights that I believe are very important in my life.

As I said earlier in the post, sometimes my dreams are so very wonderful I never want to wake up! I call my dreams, “My other life”. I will fly again. So now do you think I am mad?

Have a beautiful day and do not toss to the wind a moment of your life. The moments of your life do the “flying” and I want them to be filled with joy and unrelenting good! You don’t have to be a saint, but be kind, be wise, love mightily, and forgive those who have made mistakes and are trying to go on the right path. That does not mean you have to “hang out” with them, but if you do not forgive, it only hurts you! Be kind to you.

Thanks reading my post! I will write again soon, and one never knows, it may again touch on dreams or who knows what!

 

 

One Days Losses in precious human souls – in One Conflict

July 17, 2013

A cross could represent your son or daughter.  I felt such sorrow when I saw these flags honoring the men and women of our armed services for their service – and showing the loss of their lives during just one day of battle by putting up a cross in the sand. !  I took this photo a few years ago, and I honestly cannot remember which “conflict” it represented.
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It doesn’t matter.  What matters is that the majority of wars end in loss of lives and no real gain of any sort (at least in the eyes of those who felt the losses).  War is been, has been, and always will be a travesty.

I honor all those who are currently participating in various conflicts, and those who have in the past.  They are doing their duty as they see it, and I back our troops a thousand percent.  I  hope and pray that all these young men and women will come home, alive and in one piece.  Please join me in prayer for these brave military folks, and please pray also eventually war will be a thing of the past…..in my dreams

Do you love your children?

June 5, 2013

Violence and horror in the USA

Twenty-year old Dillon Quick told authorities that he thought about stabbing people at age eight.  It has also been brought to the public’s attention that he had thought about cutting off people’s faces, and eating them.  Articles found in his home include an animal dissection book, and a Hannibal lector mask.

Last night my husband and I watched two programs on television that we watch weekly.  One is  “The Americans” and the other is “Southland”.  My husband likes action shows, and the writing is okay on both.

Do you know how many deaths occurred in eight Quentin Tarantino movies?  Approximately five hundred and sixty!

There are approximately four hundred and forty three thousand deaths from smoking each year, two hundred thousand rapes (female/male) per year,

fifty thousand deaths per year from violence, and over ten thousand drunk driving fatalities  (one hundred and fifty thousand alcohol related deaths) in the USA.  Over one hundred and fifty MILLION drivers were arrested in 2010 for driving under the influence of alcohol or narcotics.

CANNABIS / MARIJUANA – 0 deaths.

What do these paragraphs have in common? Hollywood.  You can watch a movie, television, or something produced in Hollywood on the internet, and you will be guaranteed of one thing ninety-eight percent of the time.  There will be someone smoking, a violent rape, casual and consistent drinking of “straight” shots of hard liquor, shootings, stabbings, horrific and hideous actions portrayed by the “famous” and the “wanna be” famous.

 GUESS WHAT?  Many people are highly infatuated with “movie stars” due to media coverage.  I really love the award shows they concocted to promote themselves, so they can give themselves presents, awards, and publicity.  The millions and millions and millions of dollars these people make is not enough.  Johnny Depp made thirty-five million dollars alone for the movie Pirates of the Caribbean. They even get a pass from our illustrious “wanna be” a star, and king of the world obama.

I know – athletes make fabulous money.  Corporation CEO’s make millions.

Surgeons make millions (however they save lives and do unbelievably wonderful things for human beings sometimes. 

So what is it that REALLY maddest me mad about the “movie stars”?  Re-read paragraphs one through five again.

These people can promote their politics, donate their time for a concert to help raise money for a cause (even though they could each donate a million dollars – and quit asking peasants for help.  They can even open schools for a “chosen” few to educate them.

BUT ARE THEY ASKED TO NOT PARTICIPATE in all the “acting” that reviles everything normal families and citizens consider honorable and good.  NOPE!  They are fed millions to feed the peasants. In my mind, incidents that happen regularly have been washed over our brains repeatedly until we become insensitive to many, and obsessive for more blood and violence.

Scenarios are created by persons who may be just a “bit off”, mimicking

What has become daily food for their minds? 

Little children are placed in front of the television to give two working parents a break (perhaps).  But insidious and questionable materials are presented to these children as early as six o’clock in the evening, and from that hour forward.  Parents get tired.  Tired of monitoring EVERYTHING from television to music, to the Internet, to the cell phone, a parent’s guard is let down “just for a few.”

Honestly, having the Internet available on cell phones has just made the burden more difficult……. 

These are problems WE, as parents, grandparents, friends, and neighbors, must address.  If we don’t get some control the next couple of generations will be OUT OF CONTROL.

Respect has almost become a word unknown to children because of the “no spank” laws that are used to intimidate parents.  I, personally, think a good swat on the behind is an “attention getter”.  I don’t mean a swat to relieve your stress, but a swat to just get a child’s attention.

HOWEVER you decide to handle your children is your business, but GET INVOLVED in their “growing into adults”.  I know it’s rough, and especially for working parents and single moms and dads, but NO ONE else can help the children unless you get involved….don’t wait until it’s too late and the person who gets involved is the parole officer!   Don’t wait until they are pregnant!  DON’T wait a moment longer…EVEN if you have to be the bad “guy”.  You CANNOT be your child’s friend until they are grown.

They are the innocent ones.  They are SCREAMING for your consistent, fair, and REAL attention. 

If you need to, get help.  Read a book on parenting at your child’s appropriate age, counsel with other parents or a church group, and for heaven’s sake, pray! 

I speak with love and from experience regarding these things.  Lastly, put down the wine glass or your drink when the glass is empty the first time.

Don’t have regrets that could have been joyous moments!