Watching a feel good movie. Happy ending! Love triumphs! My favorite. Joni Mitchell is the theme song. Donald Trump makes a cameo appearance. And the X, Y or G generation that we were makes the right decision.
And then I see where we are and wonder how the heck did we screw it up so badly! Because in the end, it is our fault. No one else’s. We – are to blame.
Idealists. We were going to make everything perfect. We were going to conquer judgment and injustice. And yet, everything we believed was a lie and instead we brought in – fascism. The most heinous ideology imaginable.
How does one go from Joni Mitchell to Fascism?
The best man at my wedding, the jock, the extreme skier, golfer, jock, is now a transgendered woman. My ex-husband is afraid of his own shadow for fear he will contract CoVid and die. Pictures abound of young people who have mutilated their appearance as though this self mutilation will somehow purge them of their self hatred and dark dreams.
Our president is an Alzheimer patient, his wife props him up like a demon puppet, and our government delights in death and pedophilia.
How does one go from Joni Mitchell to Satanism?
And the fault? It is ours. We are to blame. Perhaps they played us, but we allowed the play. Afraid. We are – to Blame.
It is said that John Lennon was coerced into making the song “Imagine”. And it was afterward that he tried to extricate himself from the Cabal that owned him. He sought to re-establish himself in his faith. But he knew too much. And thus this is what happens when a person attempts to distance oneself from the Cult. They are annihilated.
I treasure these movies. Happy endings. Love wins. Ideology reigns.
But they are twenty years old now. And none of the ‘actors’ are real. They are simply figments of imagination. Illusions.
The loves that I embrace, Debussy, Hemingway, Twain, the joys have been deluded into reams of self deprication. I am called to denigrate myself for no reason other than the sins of others who have offended the 6%. And the argument is so incredibly absurdly alien… The notion that I, the you, that we, have perpetrated anything devastating on a people of color is not even worthy of discussion.
I am – a child of God. I hope you are too. But if you are not. That is your devil to tend to. Not mine.
There is only ONE outcome of this black ME-ME Movement. If ‘you’ choose to prostrate yourself, do so without demanding that anyone else follow your self deprecation. If your choose to destroy your self person, do so alone, and stop demanding that everyone else follow blindly in your depth of Hell.
Personally, I will turn up the volume on Debussy. I will advocate for ALL. I will not be your slave of ideology. My faith, my tower, my God does not honor your deprived human Will.
If you choose to pay reparations – so be your finances.
If you choose to bow and scrape – so be your honor and integrity.
If you choose to judge and demean – so be your self.
But sirs and madams, do not for a second believe that your self deprecation is mine. Do not impose your disgust, your lack of respect, your self hatred, on anyone other than your self. And I will accept your self disgust, just as I will hail my own honor in repeal.
I find great healing in music. Particularly classical – although I have a special place for Enya. She brought me great healing in a time of immeasurable strife. And I know we each have our stories. Each are amazingly impactful. What lies behind closed doors.
I used this phrase with my boys when they felt slighted by a friend. “Who knows what horrors they endure that they could never tell you…”
MY middle son’s friend was whipped brutally. He remembers the screams that reverberated the house when once he was privy.
My neighbor who found her son dead on the street from a horrific car accident at age 16.
A boy I grew up with who fell from a high ladder at his dad’s factory and became a quadriplegic.
A friend whose son was blown up in Jordan. Body parts.
My nephew riddled with cancer.
And you – you want to argue slavery and reparations from 200 years ago and that’s your focus?
What about the 5 -13 year old girls trafficked for politicians?
What about the high school boy who commit suicide or the 14 year old girl who OD’d? Yesterday…
But you want to focus on slave reparations for slaves you can’t identify, or slave owners you can’t name, because they suffered along with countless white men, women and children that you don’t want to acknowledge???
Why should we take what has no color and focus securely on a color code? A fake story? Convoluted.
I think I will choose Chad Lawson – whose piano music opens the vagrancies of all without a color code or a 200 year, 5000 year punitive.
What about the man who has a stroke and loses everything?
The woman whose life is upended in a contentious narcissistic divorce?
The Veteran who needs new prosthetics because some imbecilic vagrant stole his?
The café Owner whose business was torched because it was located in the wrong city? His life, his family left with nothing.
What about Jake Gardner! A man who gave everything for his country in the military but commit suicide when the preposterous DA in Nevada sought to make a vagrant example of him for attempting to protect his BUSINESS? He did NOTHING wrong. He was a good person. He DESERVED so much more.
Don’t EVER Forget! Jake Gardner Is and Should Be the Hero we Honor.
The 18 year old boy put into solitary confinement for participating in the DC protests. His life is ruined. His family devastated. His fate still inconclusive while illegal rapists, pedophiles, and thieves are allowed to have rampant range of our country!
HOW DARE YOU.
HOW DARE YOU challenge me for slave reparations from 200 years ago.
You can’t even muster an ounce of compassion for the hideous heinous crimes perpetrated today. Why would I even consider anything you can’t even prove or distinguish from 200 years ago?
Jake Gardner holds a special place in my heart. To be sure. I never knew him, but I listened to him, I paid attention to who he was, what he did for our country, his sacrifices, his desires that were without an ounce of selfish ideal. He epitomized the boy, the man, who I would and will always value, respect, honor and wish we could replicate a hundred thousand fold.
But blacks want to demand reparations for ‘themselves’ not because they did anything worthwhile, not because they exhibited honor and integrity and sacrifice, but because ‘whites’ were to blame. Never mind that their African “Brothers’ Sold them. Never mind that’ their African Brother’s Owned Them. Never Mind that their African Brothers sold White men, Women and Children. Somehow that is obliterated.
I think I’ll honor Jake Gardner.
I think I’ll honor Ashli Babbitt.
I think I’ll honor the men and women of whatever color who sacrificed for the cowards. Who gave their lives for the ungrateful. Who died for the self-entitled.
RIP Jake Gardner!!! You were truly a good person…