You see, it’s all fun and games until you realize you’ve got nothing of substance on your opponent and you’re so desperate to deflect attention from your most obvious crimes that—with quite a bit of help from the media—you’ll take the risk of going there.
Why is it that we care so much about people we don’t even know?
The entire time I knew Brad he had a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eye, and something to say that was both wise and funny.
I needed to stop judging kids until I had a good idea of who they were, where they came from, and where they intended to go. I had to learn their story.
Abortion has become the scepter of the feminist, the talisman against oppression and male dominance, the badge of honor of the progressive left.
Hillary Clinton gleefully and smugly called it a “… victory for women!” Yesterday, SCOTUS ruled to strike down a Texas law requiring abortion clinics to become safer (thereby holding them to somewhat higher standards than a CVS Minute Clinic), calling it an “undue burden” for women. Yes, according to the Democratic nominee for President of the United States, it is a victory for women that abortion clinics do not have to rise to the same standards as a facility where one might have their wisdom teeth removed.
Only we’re not talking about removing wisdom teeth, and therein lies the bigger issue.
The reason for the court’s ruling? Should the Texas law have remained in effect, a number of sub-standard abortion facilities in the Lone Star state would have had to either be closed or refurbished to meet the higher standards of care—much like a hospital. Physicians performing abortions would be required to have privileges at nearby hospitals in cases where complications may arise. All of this regulation would, according to SCOTUS, make it more difficult for women to access health care.
I call bullshit.
The law would have limited the number of abortions in the state of Texas, so by striking down the legislation, SCOTUS has effectively sanctioned more abortions. Obviously it’s not women they care about, it’s the issue of abortion. Abortion has become the scepter of the feminist, the talisman against oppression and male dominance, the badge of honor of the progressive left. They don’t care to know how the actual surgical procedure is carried out, nor do they concern themselves with the moral, ethical, or spiritual implications of abortion itself—no, what’s more important to them are the memories of their bygone struggle to attain and their present commitment to maintain the right of a woman to have an unborn baby viciously sucked out of her uterus. It’s never been about women’s health care.
A victory for women? Hardly. A victory for the progressive left? Absolutely.
Worst of all, a sad, tragic reminder that there remains a sector of our society that simply does not value life.
Sidebar: For those conservatives who have decided not to vote in November because Donald Trump doesn’t fit into their milquetoast ideology of what a Republican nominee should look like, understand that the next president will most likely be nominating 3-4 justices for the Supreme Court. Do you really want Hillary Clinton to be making those choices for you?
The truth is, I just don’t like you.
According to conventional wisdom, I should vote for Hillary Clinton because she will fight for my rights as a woman. She will insure that my daughters and I have access to free birth control, abortions on demand, and that we’ll soon be able to sue our employers because we don’t earn as much as men.
Thanks, but no thanks, Hillary. Neither I nor my daughters need you in our corner “fighting” for our rights. That would suggest that we’re victims. If it’s all the same to you (which obviously it isn’t) we’d prefer that you not brand us as the hapless, helpless casualties of white male dominance and supremacy.
Because we’re not.
In fact, when I look back on my mother’s life, I’m pretty sure that she would laugh at the notion that someone like Hillary Clinton has her back. No one needed to have my mother’s back—she forged her own destiny during her short time on Earth. In today’s vernacular, she would have told Hillary Clinton to suck it. She didn’t need a Hillary Clinton to tell her in 1951 that she could go to college, she didn’t need a Hillary Clinton to tell her in 1959 that she could have both a family and a career, and she would have been horrified by Hillary Clinton’s decades-old obsession with providing abortions, especially under the guise of “women’s healthcare”.
But those in Hillary’s world want you to believe that without her, we would all be living in a 1950’s television sitcom nightmare where we had to ask a man’s permission to do what we all take for granted today. Hillary Clinton had absolutely nothing to do with the evolution of women’s rights—she was born in 1947.
Hillary Clinton’s attempt to feed all of us this misguided vision of herself as the great Mother of us all, the one who will deliver us from ourselves and make us better, stronger, faster, and richer is hardly born out of her instincts as a mother as she would like all of us to think. She (like her opponent) recites a litany of meaningless platitudes that she thinks will win her the election. But much of everything that Hillary Clinton says is worthless because (unlike her opponent), she has lied so many times about so many things that she has lost credibility. It isn’t hard to uncover her lies—that is, if you’re being honest with yourself and you’re paying attention.
Granted, her opponent in this race is no boy scout himself; however, I’ll take my chances with him rather than risk America’s future on a woman whose campaign is built upon a teetering and not-so-brilliantly assembled house of cards.
If you’re at all on the fence about this come November, ask yourselves this: If not Trump, then the presidency should go to the woman who funded her campaign with “donations” to her foundation (read: money laundering organization) from countries that sponsor terrorism and practice misogyny and basic human rights violations? The same woman whose obsession with keeping Planned Parenthood up and running and killing unborn babies exists under the false pretext of protecting women’s access to healthcare? The same woman who allowed four Americans to die needlessly in Benghazi even after Ambassador Christopher Stevens had repeatedly begged the State Department for more security?
I’ll take the lesser of the two evils, thank you. At least Trump committed his sins as a private citizen.
Must parents now worry about some creeper peeking over the stalls just because he says he’s feeling like a woman today?
According to that defender of liberalism The Huffington Post, Americans aged 18 to 29 favor letting transgender people use the restroom of their identity by a 2-to-1 ratio.
Additionally, according to The Huffington Post and the rest of the liberal media, only states inhabited by slack-jawed booger-eating morons would deny transgender Americans their God-given right to use the restroom that corresponds to their gender identity.
Tell me something: If a guy identifies as a man on Monday, does that mean he can identify as a woman on Tuesday? Or does it depend upon who he watches walk into the Ladies’ room Tuesday afternoon at Target?
Seriously, what the hell happened to common sense? You want to know why “Americans aged 18-29” are okay with guys going into girls’ bathrooms? Because they don’t have kids!
Consider this: There are far more pedophiles among the citizenry than there are people who identify as transgender. And while it’s true that parents should always accompany their small children into a public restroom, there are those in-between years when parents should and do let their elementary or upper elementary-aged children go into a restroom by themselves (especially when it’s a mom trying to shake a crying preschooler off her leg while attempting to distract her toddler from grabbing the Pez dispensers in the checkout aisle).
Must parents now worry about some creeper peeking over the stalls at their little girl because he claims he’s feeling like a woman today?
I could paint the various scenarios for you to consider, but really, folks—it doesn’t take a forensic psychology degree to figure this one out. Our children should not have to face a member of the opposite sex while they’re using a public restroom, no matter what age they are. Furthermore, children lack the maturity to process the absurdity of seeing a male in a supposedly female and private setting, or a female in a supposedly male and private setting.
And no, it’s not a “good lesson” in tolerance for our children. Like learning about the intricacies of sexuality at too young of an age, the complexities of transgenderism are hardly a topic any parent should have to deal with on the car ride home from Target.
Look, like their mother, my kids were never wimps about things like this. My husband and I taught them to be aware that there are all kinds of people in the world, which, generally, makes our world a pretty cool place to be. We didn’t shield them from delicate subjects, but neither did we expect them to handle situations or concepts that were not aligned with their level of maturity.
Furthermore, if my daughters had ever reported to me that there was a man present while they went in to use the restroom, that man better damn sure be wearing a cup.
Does this make me a homophobe? I don’t see how. This has nothing to do with homosexuality; rather, it has everything to do with the media grabbing onto the tail end of an issue and running with it because Donald Trump hasn’t said anything stupid in a few days, and what else are they going to write about?
(That’s not necessarily true, though. I had to laugh when I heard Donald Trump say he didn’t give a crap [pun intended] if transgender folks use the restroom that corresponds with their gender identity. His children most likely never had to use a public restroom without their being accompanied by armed security and a retinue of nannies.)
So put away your rainbow posters and your LGBT placards, because this isn’t what this bathroom issue is about. It’s about attaching an absurd concept—the “anything goes” restroom—to a cause that, frankly, I’m still scratching my head over. My gay and lesbian friends are great people who appear to be living the American dream, as well they should.
And if you’re among the infinitesimal number of people in the country who identify as transgender—get over it. If you have a penis, use the Men’s room. If you don’t, use the Ladies’. If you’re a “Dude (who) looks like a lady”, keep it in your panties until you’re behind a locked stall.
Using guilt to force the majority of Americans to bend to the will of a pocket-sized sampling of the population is hardly an example of doing the greatest good for the greatest number of people, no matter where or how you take care of your personal business.
I don’t know about you, but right now I have enough men in my life peeing on the seat.
It really shouldn’t come down to voting for the candidate we despise the least.
Every time the man walks up to a podium, I cringe, dreading what manner of vitriol he’s going to spew forth. Usually, it’s something along the lines of what I used to hear fourth and fifth graders hollering at each other out on the playground. I’m kind of surprised that I haven’t heard him playing the dozens during the debates, as in, “Cruz? Cruz’s mama is so fat, she has to …”
I hope that neither he nor any of the worthless sycophants who are advising him read this—the man doesn’t need any more bad ideas.
We get it, Mr. Trump. You’re an “outsider”. You’re not a member of “the establishment”. You don’t have to “pander” and “suck up” to anybody because you’re “rich”. You want to make America “great” again. You don’t have to be “politically correct” or “polite” because you’re a “maverick”.
You know, Donald, you’re right. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You’ve no one to answer to.
Whether you like him or not, though, it appears that Trump is about to cross the Rubicon into uncharted land—for him, at least. And though he may be a skilled tactician in the boardroom, he is shaping up to be many things as the Republican frontrunner for the candidacy of President of the United States, and not all of those things are good.
He’s a bully. He’s rude. He bloviates. He hates. He calls people names. He makes fun of others for attributes they possess over which they have no control. Frankly, he’s an asshole. Worst of all, he offers simple solutions to complex problems (“Just build a wall!”), which resonates with Americans who are fed up with the status quo but have no clue as to how dangerous a man like Trump can become.
I’ve avoided this comparison so far; however, as much as I hate to admit to myself, the man is beginning to remind me of a certain dictator who also offered simple solutions to complex problems. I say, “beginning” because so far, Trump has not blamed the entire population of any one ethnic group for the nation’s ills; nor has he called for the expansion of American ‘lebensraum’. Not yet, anyway.
I pray that the remaining stability of our Republic would be enough to stop him or anyone from committing all out genocide.
Mr. Trump, if you are planning on seeing this journey through to the end, it’s time to stop acting like a snot-nosed spoiled brat and start acting like a statesman. It’s time to man up—you’re better than this. Because in a race between you and Hillary Clinton, it really shouldn’t come down to voting for the candidate we despise the least.
Cut the crap. You’ve made your point. Now it’s time to be presidential.
Trump’s campaign is the ruse of the century
It’s always risky to make assumptions only to find out later that you were completely off base in your assessment, but the prospect of a Trump presidency is so bizarre, I’m just going to go ahead and say this:
Trump is not in it to win it.
Pundits will argue that he sure as hell is in it to win it and it looks like he will, dammit. Others will say that his unorthodoxy is part of what makes him the brilliant tactician that he is; that by making outrageous and seemingly offensive statements he is breaking the mold of the consummate politician thereby owning this election. Another segment of the population is so offended by him and his Hitler-esque ideology (their words, not mine) that they’re predicting we’ll soon be goose stepping our way through a totalitarian dictatorship. Still some, like me, just think he’s crazy.
Like a fox.
Do you really think Trump wants to make America great again? Or is it something else? When a guy’s got his name on more buildings than Sam Walton, it can’t be the fame. Power hungry? I get that, but there are other ways to be powerful without having to hoodwink the electorate all the way into the White House. I know, Ronald Reagan was an outlier, too but who are we kidding: Trump is no Ronald Reagan.
This isn’t my first assessment of the ruse of the century. In early August, and after Trump had announced his candidacy, I posted this vignette on Facebook.
At this point, I’m not sure that this is exactly his motive, but I do think he has some O’Henry trick up his sleeve, you know, the surprise ending. Because come on, you threaten to boycott a debate because you don’t like Megyn Kelly? Really, Donald, if you can’t get along with the host of a cable news show, how are you going to navigate Putin? Whining that you’re not coming to the party if Megyn is there rather emasculates you, don’t you think? At the very least you sound like a petulant child who is picking up his toys and going home.
Most unbecoming, Sir.
His behavior is not logical, which is why some in the political sphere, like Rush Limbaugh, believe this is all part of his strategy. To me, though, it appears as if he is setting himself up to be so reviled that he’ll either step aside and let someone else occupy his spot, or he really is a DNC plant.
Regardless, I both cringe and shake my head every time the guy opens his mouth, wondering what manner of cartoon character rhetoric is going to come out. Would I keel and wail and render my flesh if he manages to get elected? No. Furthermore, I don’t think that’s going to happen. This guy is too smart to resort to acting like an asshat, and he’s wily enough to fool people into thinking that he is.
If that circular logic baffles you, then guess what? You’ve been Trumped.
If you base your entire belief system on what you read on Facebook, you’re making yourself look like a real schlemiel.
Okay, so besides keeping up with friends near and far, selling a novel, and texting my sister via ‘Messenger’ because she refuses to buy a cell phone, I’ve culled some great stuff from Facebook. Stuff like, “8 things you didn’t know you could do with leftover bacon grease—number 4 will BLOW YOUR MIND!” or “Eliminate cat feces from your flowerbeds with ONE WEIRD TRICK!”
But what really boggles my mind is how people—individuals who are apparently intelligent enough to own a computer and create a Facebook page—can look at one meme or one story that’s gone “viral” and extract from that their entire political agenda. Everything from who they intend to support in the upcoming presidential election to their feelings on abortion, LGBT rights, and whether Donald Trump really does want to tattoo Muslims (he doesn’t) or build a wall and get Mexico to pay for it (he does).
Facebook is to the truth as Wikipedia is to research. It may be a good place to start, but if you base your entire belief system on what you read there, especially if you agree, like, share, or forward something about which heretofore you knew very little, you’re making yourself look like a real schlemiel. For crying out loud, you’re sitting at a computer with internet access (otherwise you wouldn’t have Facebook, but you knew that), so why don’t you do a little research and find out if Chelsea Clinton’s father-in-law really did serve time in prison for embezzlement (he did) or if Sarah Palin actually said, “I can see Russia from my house!” (she didn’t).
Even more misleading than actual Facebook posts are the memes floating among the flotsam and jetsam. These give the reader just a flash of an image or a set of carefully arranged words in an eye-catching font that are meant to completely change your opinion of everything you used to hold dear. This, for instance.
Really? Says who? There is no identifying information within the image that I can research, just the words themselves. Am I really supposed to believe this is true? Or feel bad because I often identify with the GOP? I submit to you that 80% of Americans don’t trust their grandmothers, either.
To further infuriate the masses, there are those pesky agitators out there—trolls, if you will—who will go so far as to post outlandish shizz in order to stir up controversy; in this case (see below), to poke fun at or poke holes in certain segments of the population who refuse to use birth control, have their babies at home then eat their placentas, don’t vaccinate their young breed, and demand that you do the same under pain of hell-fire.
I’ll admit that when I first saw this, I, too, said, “Bite me.” But then I did a little digging and found that there was no “Disciples of the New Dawn”, the organization that allegedly created this Facebook page. The page was the brainchild of somebody with too much time on his hands and a warped sense of humor. It was specifically designed to get women’s panties in a wad (as if there isn’t enough of that going around). Apparently, somebody else was so offended that they created a Change.org petition to have site removed.
Guess who won Facebook that day?
Facebook is a platform for connecting with family and friends, for sharing ideas and showing me how to get the pee stains out of my mushroom-colored carpeting, and especially for posting cute pictures of babies and toddlers (however they are born and regardless of whether their moms ate their placentas or if they are vaccinated). It’s also for watching videos of puppies doing cute things and kittens romping about and being clever.
And just in case you were über-impressed with the fact that Oprah Winfrey is clutching a copy of my novel in the first image, just remember that she left her venerable talk show in May, 2011, and my novel was published in March, 2014.
But I had you there for a second, didn’t I?
Don’t believe everything you read on Facebook. A lot of it is simply fiction, just like The Gym Show.