Death.
It's an absolute that we all have in common. You will die. I will die. We all will die. What makes it unique is how we face it. Personally, I have no fear of death. That doesn't mean I'm anxious, it just means I fully believe there is life after death and know where I'm going. This doesn't mean death has an invitation to dinner, and I'll fight it as long as I can, but, when it's my time, it's my time.
My idea of fighting death, does not include shortening the life of another so I can live. I won't take an organ transplant that might go to save another. I'm 44, and don't have any small children depending on me for their survival. My only child is going off to college in the fall, and is quite capable of taking care of himself. My husband is also able (most days) to take care of himself. I just couldn't take an organ transplant when there are so many younger people that need it.
The idea of an organ transplant is amazing. My brother, a diabetic for many years, was able to get a pancreas/kidney about 5 years ago. He is the breadwinner of his family, and has people dependent on him for support. I have no problem with him getting these organs. The problem I have - and you knew this was coming - is when a man in his 70's, former Vice President Dick Cheney, takes a heart that someone much younger should have had. It's not like heart's grow on trees. This is something very difficult to get and it totally angers me that this man - this selfish, HEARTLESS, man - obviously afraid of death - gets a new heart.
According to the AP, it's "unlikely" - their word - that he received any special treatment to get this heart. I remember when he was Vice President. Some people said he was Satan himself. Did he make a deal with the devil? You can't convince me that his position, his money, didn't buy him that heart. When he was on the operating table, I wonder how many people died waiting for their heart? How many other, much younger people?
This is a shame. The age of organ transplant receipents should be taken into consideration before it proceeds. Die with some dignity and with the knowledge you lived your life without shortening someone else's.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
How Do I Let Him Go?
I'm sitting here holding my son's cap and gown. He is graduating from high school on June 1st. I know that's 10 weeks away yet, but I'm having a hard time with it.
Back on July 15, 1993, he came into this world screaming, yelling, letting everyone and anyone know he was here and was hungry. He's been eating ever since. I didn't see him until July 16th. He was a difficult birth that ended in an emergency c-section. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember everything like it was yesterday. I had absolutely no experience with a baby, so the nurse had to show me how to hold him. He was screaming when she brought him to my room. She said talk to him and he'd stop. My first words to my newborn son, "Hey baby". He stopped crying and looked at me, stared at me, and there was our moment. It wasn't at all like TV where you have sunlight coming in the window, and all the angels in heaven are singing while butterflies and white doves dance all around. Just him in the crook of my arm, looking at me, trying to figure out what I was all about. I was thinking the exact same of him. How do I let him go?
It was at that same time, I gave him back to God. I told God I knew this was His baby, given to me to care for as best as I could, and I begged Him to send angels to guard over him always. As I spoke those words, I knew this child was my life. I would love him forever, protect him always, do anything and everything I could for him including praying for him continuously. How do I let him go?
The next 18 years are a blur. The toddler years were typical. Into everything, constant questions, "Wassat?" he'd whisper while pointing to a bug. I answered to, "Mommom", and lost every game of "Hi Ho Cherry-O" and "Shoots and Ladders" that we played. He would win with a giggle and a "Can we play again?" Usually, it was bedtime so, the games ended with kisses and hugs and "I love you mommom" over and over again. How do I let him go?
Pre-teen years ran quickly into the teen years. Yes, the testosterone runneth over. I got bumped from first place to last the first time he saw a girl run. This was the time of braces, passing notes in school, and the first girl to break his heart. He was so into baseball, basketball, all of it. I was front and center on the bleachers. He would look at me and give me a nod. That was his way of saying, "I'm so glad to see you there, mom, just don't tell anybody you know me." How do I let him go?
I've got 10 weeks, and a few weeks over the summer left with him. He'll belong to the world once he leaves for college in the fall, and I'll be a thing of the past, except when he needs money, or something for his dorm, and I'm ready for that. What I'm not ready for are the moments when I forget he's gone. When I go upstairs during the night to check on him, and see the empty bed. When I hear a noise in the kitchen and think it's him at the fridge, and it's not. When I don't see his clothes in the laundry or trip over his shoes in the kitchen. How do I let him go?
I let him go by letting him go. It's time for him to fly, to leave the nest, to have a life of his own. I'll always be here to help him stand up when life throws him down, but it will never be the same. He has to go, so I'll let him.
Back on July 15, 1993, he came into this world screaming, yelling, letting everyone and anyone know he was here and was hungry. He's been eating ever since. I didn't see him until July 16th. He was a difficult birth that ended in an emergency c-section. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember everything like it was yesterday. I had absolutely no experience with a baby, so the nurse had to show me how to hold him. He was screaming when she brought him to my room. She said talk to him and he'd stop. My first words to my newborn son, "Hey baby". He stopped crying and looked at me, stared at me, and there was our moment. It wasn't at all like TV where you have sunlight coming in the window, and all the angels in heaven are singing while butterflies and white doves dance all around. Just him in the crook of my arm, looking at me, trying to figure out what I was all about. I was thinking the exact same of him. How do I let him go?
It was at that same time, I gave him back to God. I told God I knew this was His baby, given to me to care for as best as I could, and I begged Him to send angels to guard over him always. As I spoke those words, I knew this child was my life. I would love him forever, protect him always, do anything and everything I could for him including praying for him continuously. How do I let him go?
The next 18 years are a blur. The toddler years were typical. Into everything, constant questions, "Wassat?" he'd whisper while pointing to a bug. I answered to, "Mommom", and lost every game of "Hi Ho Cherry-O" and "Shoots and Ladders" that we played. He would win with a giggle and a "Can we play again?" Usually, it was bedtime so, the games ended with kisses and hugs and "I love you mommom" over and over again. How do I let him go?
Pre-teen years ran quickly into the teen years. Yes, the testosterone runneth over. I got bumped from first place to last the first time he saw a girl run. This was the time of braces, passing notes in school, and the first girl to break his heart. He was so into baseball, basketball, all of it. I was front and center on the bleachers. He would look at me and give me a nod. That was his way of saying, "I'm so glad to see you there, mom, just don't tell anybody you know me." How do I let him go?
I've got 10 weeks, and a few weeks over the summer left with him. He'll belong to the world once he leaves for college in the fall, and I'll be a thing of the past, except when he needs money, or something for his dorm, and I'm ready for that. What I'm not ready for are the moments when I forget he's gone. When I go upstairs during the night to check on him, and see the empty bed. When I hear a noise in the kitchen and think it's him at the fridge, and it's not. When I don't see his clothes in the laundry or trip over his shoes in the kitchen. How do I let him go?
I let him go by letting him go. It's time for him to fly, to leave the nest, to have a life of his own. I'll always be here to help him stand up when life throws him down, but it will never be the same. He has to go, so I'll let him.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Would You Please Just Shut Up!!!!
Have you ever been around someone that just won't shut up?
It may be while you're in line at the store, or someone in your own family. In any case, they start in on something you just don't give a rip about and won't shut their pie hole.
True story:
While waiting in line at a local store, everything was going great. I had a few items, the line was moving, then it happened. I heard her coming - she was on her phone, loud, going on and on about something, and came up behind me in line. At the same time, the cashier turned her blinky light on - you know - the one that means Methusela's mother is in front of you trying to use an expired coupon while searching for two pennies at the bottom of her "pocketbook". My first thought was, "don't make eye contact with the crazy phone lady" at the same time, I made eye contact with the crazy phone lady.
Immediately I was in the crosshairs, and I looked like a deer in headlights. OH CRAP!! "Can you believe that, do you believe that she would pay that much for a pound of ground beef?" - she was talking to me like I knew who she was talking about, and what they were saying. I was looking at the magazines, praying for God to take me, listening to the lady in front of me telling the cashier, "I know that coupon is good, I cut it out myself last year." Are you listening God? Now would be a good time!
So, after reading the front of all the magazines at the register, I've learned my neighbors may be aliens, I definately don't know how to dress fashionably, and someone on some daytime talk show is "coming out" to their significant other. All the while the crazy phone lady is still going on about how someone doesn't know how to raise their children, and she's thinking about getting her hair colored. "What color do you think? I might go for a red kinda brownish something, what do you think?" She's talking to me? Really? I don't know this woman at all, don't want to know her, don't care, but she wants my opinion on hair color. Thankfully, she was already on to another topic before I had to answer, and getting louder all the time.
Finally, Moses's grandmother, standing in front of me, found her two pennies, and the cashier, completely frustrated, gave in and let her use her coupon, and all was right with the world. WRONG!
By this time, there were more people in line, no other cashier available, so everyone could hear the crazy phone lady going on, and on, and on. I was starting the heavy sighs while giving her a strained half smile. The woman behind her was "tsk-ing" loudly. Crazy phone lady had no clue. "Oh, I want one of these candy bars, I just don't know which one. I can't eat nuts, I get all plugged up for a few days, maybe this one with peanut butter, that's butter right, not a nut??" Obviously, the Lord wasn't coming, so at this point I told her I wasn't really interested in her bowels.
My turn at the register. I put my few items on the counter, and crazy phone lady says, "Oh I was just trying to be neighborly, what a snob." A snob? A SNOB? I let the cashier check me out, and as I grabbed my bag I turned and looked right at the crazy phone lady and said, "You call me a snob? This entire line, this entire store has had to tolerate you talking loud about everything and anything on your stupid phone, I refuse to stand hear and listen to you talk about your bowels. Would you please just shut up!!." The line clapped, the cashier clapped, and crazy phone lady left the store.
Maybe if we tell more people to just shut up, the people who feel they have to walk around talking loud on their phones, and those around us who just talk for the sake of hearing themselves talk, may just spread the word that the general public doesn't want to hear them or care what they have to say.
Get a clue people!!
It may be while you're in line at the store, or someone in your own family. In any case, they start in on something you just don't give a rip about and won't shut their pie hole.
True story:
While waiting in line at a local store, everything was going great. I had a few items, the line was moving, then it happened. I heard her coming - she was on her phone, loud, going on and on about something, and came up behind me in line. At the same time, the cashier turned her blinky light on - you know - the one that means Methusela's mother is in front of you trying to use an expired coupon while searching for two pennies at the bottom of her "pocketbook". My first thought was, "don't make eye contact with the crazy phone lady" at the same time, I made eye contact with the crazy phone lady.
Immediately I was in the crosshairs, and I looked like a deer in headlights. OH CRAP!! "Can you believe that, do you believe that she would pay that much for a pound of ground beef?" - she was talking to me like I knew who she was talking about, and what they were saying. I was looking at the magazines, praying for God to take me, listening to the lady in front of me telling the cashier, "I know that coupon is good, I cut it out myself last year." Are you listening God? Now would be a good time!
So, after reading the front of all the magazines at the register, I've learned my neighbors may be aliens, I definately don't know how to dress fashionably, and someone on some daytime talk show is "coming out" to their significant other. All the while the crazy phone lady is still going on about how someone doesn't know how to raise their children, and she's thinking about getting her hair colored. "What color do you think? I might go for a red kinda brownish something, what do you think?" She's talking to me? Really? I don't know this woman at all, don't want to know her, don't care, but she wants my opinion on hair color. Thankfully, she was already on to another topic before I had to answer, and getting louder all the time.
Finally, Moses's grandmother, standing in front of me, found her two pennies, and the cashier, completely frustrated, gave in and let her use her coupon, and all was right with the world. WRONG!
By this time, there were more people in line, no other cashier available, so everyone could hear the crazy phone lady going on, and on, and on. I was starting the heavy sighs while giving her a strained half smile. The woman behind her was "tsk-ing" loudly. Crazy phone lady had no clue. "Oh, I want one of these candy bars, I just don't know which one. I can't eat nuts, I get all plugged up for a few days, maybe this one with peanut butter, that's butter right, not a nut??" Obviously, the Lord wasn't coming, so at this point I told her I wasn't really interested in her bowels.
My turn at the register. I put my few items on the counter, and crazy phone lady says, "Oh I was just trying to be neighborly, what a snob." A snob? A SNOB? I let the cashier check me out, and as I grabbed my bag I turned and looked right at the crazy phone lady and said, "You call me a snob? This entire line, this entire store has had to tolerate you talking loud about everything and anything on your stupid phone, I refuse to stand hear and listen to you talk about your bowels. Would you please just shut up!!." The line clapped, the cashier clapped, and crazy phone lady left the store.
Maybe if we tell more people to just shut up, the people who feel they have to walk around talking loud on their phones, and those around us who just talk for the sake of hearing themselves talk, may just spread the word that the general public doesn't want to hear them or care what they have to say.
Get a clue people!!
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Yes, I'm Talking About Underpants
Today a woman bent over in front of me, at the waist, not at the knees like my momma told me all good girls do, and her big ol' butt was right there - right in my face. After an outburst of, "NASTY" on my part, I couldn't help but notice the thong outline on her backside. It made me ask myself, why do woman wear an article of clothing that rides up their bum? Comfort? Style? Peer Pressure? Are there "underpants bullies" that corner women in their work cubicles and threaten to beat them up in the parking lot after work if they don't wear a specific type of undergarments?
Guys have it easy. They can walk into a store, grab a pack of "tidy whities" and be on their way. A woman, however, has a cornucopia of selections. Satin or cotton? "Granny Panny's" or high thigh? Bikini or thong? It goes on and on, and it's mind boggling!
Then there are the different sizes. Men get small, medium, large, x-large. Women have numbers. The higher the number, the bigger the butt. It should be against the law to purchase a size 10 thong. Just to give you an idea of how big that is, if David has used a size 10 thong as a slingshot when he killed Goliath, he would have not only killed Goliath, but taken the entire Philestine army with him.
In my day, there was nothing wrong with wearing a regular pair of undies. As a kid, I had satin undies with each day of the week sewn on a little lacy patch on one leg. I would never wear the wrong day. Gym class, everyone had the same underpants. The thong wasn't invented yet, and the only time undies went up the crack was when my brother gave me a wedgie.
Clean underpants were always important. We never left the house without the whole, "Make sure you're wearing clean underwear!" speech from my mother. I use to wonder if that was the first thing the hospital checked for if you're in an accident, and if there was a special emergency room for those not clean.
It should also be against the law for your string, waistband, whatever they call it, to be above your pants. NASTY!! Pull your freakin' shirt down. I don't want to see your butt either. What has happened to women? Why are there so many that just don't care? I don't think it's just the "Wal-Mart" set either. I've seen it in Target, at the park, on the sidewalk in front of my house, and not just young girls, which makes it even nastier - if that's possible.
I miss the days when men were gentlemen, woman were ladies, and underpants were underpants, not a thing of torture.
Guys have it easy. They can walk into a store, grab a pack of "tidy whities" and be on their way. A woman, however, has a cornucopia of selections. Satin or cotton? "Granny Panny's" or high thigh? Bikini or thong? It goes on and on, and it's mind boggling!
Then there are the different sizes. Men get small, medium, large, x-large. Women have numbers. The higher the number, the bigger the butt. It should be against the law to purchase a size 10 thong. Just to give you an idea of how big that is, if David has used a size 10 thong as a slingshot when he killed Goliath, he would have not only killed Goliath, but taken the entire Philestine army with him.
In my day, there was nothing wrong with wearing a regular pair of undies. As a kid, I had satin undies with each day of the week sewn on a little lacy patch on one leg. I would never wear the wrong day. Gym class, everyone had the same underpants. The thong wasn't invented yet, and the only time undies went up the crack was when my brother gave me a wedgie.
Clean underpants were always important. We never left the house without the whole, "Make sure you're wearing clean underwear!" speech from my mother. I use to wonder if that was the first thing the hospital checked for if you're in an accident, and if there was a special emergency room for those not clean.
It should also be against the law for your string, waistband, whatever they call it, to be above your pants. NASTY!! Pull your freakin' shirt down. I don't want to see your butt either. What has happened to women? Why are there so many that just don't care? I don't think it's just the "Wal-Mart" set either. I've seen it in Target, at the park, on the sidewalk in front of my house, and not just young girls, which makes it even nastier - if that's possible.
I miss the days when men were gentlemen, woman were ladies, and underpants were underpants, not a thing of torture.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Pot or Pain, Why Do We Have To Choose?
Disclaimer see first post.
The word "chronic" as defined by Webster's Dictionary is:
1.) marked by long duration or frequent recurrence: not acute
2.) suffering from a chronic disease
3.) always present or encountered: constantly vexing, weakening or troubling
Number three is my favorite.
The word "pain" as defined by Webster's Dictionary is:
1.) punishment
2.) localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury); also: a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus, received by naked nerve endings characterized by physical discomfort (as pricking, throbbing, or aching) and typically leading to evasive action
3.) acute mental or emotional distress or suffering: grief
Put these two words together and you have, "chronic pain". Put the definitions together and you now know the HELL of "chronic pain".
When you're in pain, you try to do whatever you can to make it stop. I'm not talking about the occasional headache, or an ache in your knee after walking up three flights of stairs. I'm talking about the severe stabbing pains, the constant burning, throbbing type of pains. Chronic pain.
Severe pain isn't always present, but it's there more often than not. There is some type of pain, somewhere, always. Try living that way. It's difficult, it's depressing, some days you feel it's not worth it and you just stay in bed.
There are medications out there and the doctor's prescribe them. Our government has stepped in, once again, where it doesn't belong, and they're telling the doctor's how and when to prescribe them. I can't take the narcotics too often, my body just doesn't respond to them like it did in the beginning, so, for the most part, I'm in constant pain.
I would love to sit in my living room, crack a window, and take a nice long drag on a joint. Yes, I'm talking about pot, mj, marajuana, mary jane, whatever you call it, I call it relief. I don't know all the chemical blah de blah about pot, but what I do know is, for a few hours afterward, there is very little pain. Once the pain dies down, you feel a great sense of peace.
Why is this illegal? If the "keep it illegal" group could have a day of pain, a whole day, then experience the feeling of no pain, I'm sure the majority would change their mind. Those same people apparently don't understand the money that they would receive from taxing and regulating it. The argument about lowing the prison population is a good one too. I'm not getting into all that
.
My aggravation with it all is that I have to choose between pot and pain, and I have to choose the pain. I can't imagine the look on my husband's face if I had to call him for bail money. How could I explain that to my son??
So, until the moron's change their minds, it will remain an illegal substance, and I'll remain in constant pain. Wake up America, stop letting the government tell us what is right and wrong. We should be telling them. They work for us, remember??
The word "chronic" as defined by Webster's Dictionary is:
1.) marked by long duration or frequent recurrence: not acute
2.) suffering from a chronic disease
3.) always present or encountered: constantly vexing, weakening or troubling
Number three is my favorite.
The word "pain" as defined by Webster's Dictionary is:
1.) punishment
2.) localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury); also: a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus, received by naked nerve endings characterized by physical discomfort (as pricking, throbbing, or aching) and typically leading to evasive action
3.) acute mental or emotional distress or suffering: grief
Put these two words together and you have, "chronic pain". Put the definitions together and you now know the HELL of "chronic pain".
When you're in pain, you try to do whatever you can to make it stop. I'm not talking about the occasional headache, or an ache in your knee after walking up three flights of stairs. I'm talking about the severe stabbing pains, the constant burning, throbbing type of pains. Chronic pain.
Severe pain isn't always present, but it's there more often than not. There is some type of pain, somewhere, always. Try living that way. It's difficult, it's depressing, some days you feel it's not worth it and you just stay in bed.
There are medications out there and the doctor's prescribe them. Our government has stepped in, once again, where it doesn't belong, and they're telling the doctor's how and when to prescribe them. I can't take the narcotics too often, my body just doesn't respond to them like it did in the beginning, so, for the most part, I'm in constant pain.
I would love to sit in my living room, crack a window, and take a nice long drag on a joint. Yes, I'm talking about pot, mj, marajuana, mary jane, whatever you call it, I call it relief. I don't know all the chemical blah de blah about pot, but what I do know is, for a few hours afterward, there is very little pain. Once the pain dies down, you feel a great sense of peace.
Why is this illegal? If the "keep it illegal" group could have a day of pain, a whole day, then experience the feeling of no pain, I'm sure the majority would change their mind. Those same people apparently don't understand the money that they would receive from taxing and regulating it. The argument about lowing the prison population is a good one too. I'm not getting into all that
.
My aggravation with it all is that I have to choose between pot and pain, and I have to choose the pain. I can't imagine the look on my husband's face if I had to call him for bail money. How could I explain that to my son??
So, until the moron's change their minds, it will remain an illegal substance, and I'll remain in constant pain. Wake up America, stop letting the government tell us what is right and wrong. We should be telling them. They work for us, remember??
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Are They Pat Robinson Clones?
Disclaimer, see first post.
The TV show "All American Muslim", will not be back. To much controversy, to many issues with advertisers, etc. I watched the show, and when I heard this I heard myself saying out loud, "What the heck?" Those saying, "good, they're evil, remember 9/11", blah blah blah, have you ever watched the show? I did, and found it quite interesting. I bet you anything if this show was "All American Catholic", or "All American Baptist", or "All American _________", (fill in blank) it would have been renewed without any question.
The problem, as I see it, is that many, many people lump a group of fanatic's and nut jobs in with an entire religion. Not a good thing. Do you realize the loon's out there doing things in the name of Christianity? Abortion clinics bombed, in the name of Christianity. Look at history. Groups of people wiped out, all in the name of Christ.
I had a conversation today with a person that took offense when I called them a "Pat Robinson Clone." They made statements such as, "All Muslim's want to kill all the Jews and anyone that isn't a Muslim." - can you hear Pat Robinson saying that? Another comment was, "they are all raised to hate all non Muslim's, they're taught that in their meetings, and from the time they were born." This is one of my favorite comments, actually made me laugh, "They all have it in them to kill, they just wait for the signal and there they go." Can you believe this??? This person really believes what they were saying to me. These comments were about ALL Muslims.
To me, this thinking is insane. I understand there are Imam's (a Muslim preacher) that go into the prisons to convert inmates to promote hate. I also understand there are Muslims that hate just to hate. I don't believe anyone and everyone that belongs to the Muslim religion is like this. Do this to any other group of people and it's considered racist and hateful. The really bad thing about all this is it's not just a small group of Muslim haters saying this stuff. I hear this garbage from so many people that call themselves Christians. These are the same people that feel because a homosexual pedophile was on the news, this makes all homosexual's pedophiles. How do we stop the hate? How do we get out the correct information?
I'm sorry this show is off the air. It allowed those of us who are not of the Muslim religion a glimpse of what it's about, and who the people are that have these beliefs, and how they live day to day in America, the "land of the free and the home of the brave" - unless you're a Muslim.
The TV show "All American Muslim", will not be back. To much controversy, to many issues with advertisers, etc. I watched the show, and when I heard this I heard myself saying out loud, "What the heck?" Those saying, "good, they're evil, remember 9/11", blah blah blah, have you ever watched the show? I did, and found it quite interesting. I bet you anything if this show was "All American Catholic", or "All American Baptist", or "All American _________", (fill in blank) it would have been renewed without any question.
The problem, as I see it, is that many, many people lump a group of fanatic's and nut jobs in with an entire religion. Not a good thing. Do you realize the loon's out there doing things in the name of Christianity? Abortion clinics bombed, in the name of Christianity. Look at history. Groups of people wiped out, all in the name of Christ.
I had a conversation today with a person that took offense when I called them a "Pat Robinson Clone." They made statements such as, "All Muslim's want to kill all the Jews and anyone that isn't a Muslim." - can you hear Pat Robinson saying that? Another comment was, "they are all raised to hate all non Muslim's, they're taught that in their meetings, and from the time they were born." This is one of my favorite comments, actually made me laugh, "They all have it in them to kill, they just wait for the signal and there they go." Can you believe this??? This person really believes what they were saying to me. These comments were about ALL Muslims.
To me, this thinking is insane. I understand there are Imam's (a Muslim preacher) that go into the prisons to convert inmates to promote hate. I also understand there are Muslims that hate just to hate. I don't believe anyone and everyone that belongs to the Muslim religion is like this. Do this to any other group of people and it's considered racist and hateful. The really bad thing about all this is it's not just a small group of Muslim haters saying this stuff. I hear this garbage from so many people that call themselves Christians. These are the same people that feel because a homosexual pedophile was on the news, this makes all homosexual's pedophiles. How do we stop the hate? How do we get out the correct information?
I'm sorry this show is off the air. It allowed those of us who are not of the Muslim religion a glimpse of what it's about, and who the people are that have these beliefs, and how they live day to day in America, the "land of the free and the home of the brave" - unless you're a Muslim.
Monday, March 5, 2012
It's My Vote, MINE!!
Once again, my opinion. Read disclaimer on first post.
"Super Tuesday" as I've heard it called over and over again, is upon us. Time to get out and vote. I like to consider myself rather Patriotic. I fly my flag on holidays, I stand when the flag passes by, I know all the songs from "America the Beautiful" to "Yankee Doodle", I totally support our military, and I thank God that I was born here, and not in any other place on Earth.
That said, our electoral system is extremely screwed up. The ad's are completely disrespectful and out of control, and the whole "electoral college" is outdated and just plain nuts. If you aren't aware, it's the "electoral college" that puts our president in office, not the popular vote. That's the nuts part. Why can't we just vote for who we want and get rid of the "electoral college"? 200 years ago, when we needed it, it worked. Now, it's just a waste of time.
The vote though, that's what is important. My vote, my one vote, means a whole lot to me. I get goose bumps when I hear the "Star Spangled Banner". Many people died so I can hear it. Those same people died so I can get, and use, my vote. I think sometimes, that people forget all that. Yes, we hear about veterans every day. We all probably know someone who served sometime, somewhere. Do you ever talk to them? The veterans I mean. Have you ever talked to a veteran?
The man who lives behind me is a Korean (Conflict) War veteran. I heard him tossing horseshoes one day, and decided to introduce myself and chat. While talking, I asked him if he ever served. He perked up and told me he was in Korea. "The war everyone forgets about", he said. He then proceeded to tell me about how Korea has to be one of the worst places to have a war. The summers were "hotter than hell will ever be" and the winters were "colder than you can ever imagine". As he spoke, he told me of foxholes and death, rain and death, surviving many a near miss, and death. His eyes glassed over as he spoke of friends lost, his youth lost, and nightmares he has - still. When I hear people say, "I don't vote, it doesn't matter", I think to myself, "It matters to him." It matters to anyone now serving and anyone who has served.
Your vote matters. How you vote matters. Please don't vote for the most recognized name, or the most "religious" guy, or just because someone is already in office. You only have one vote. Get on the internet, read the papers. Learn about those trying to get your one vote. Then, once you've decided, vote.
Vote, it does matter!
"Super Tuesday" as I've heard it called over and over again, is upon us. Time to get out and vote. I like to consider myself rather Patriotic. I fly my flag on holidays, I stand when the flag passes by, I know all the songs from "America the Beautiful" to "Yankee Doodle", I totally support our military, and I thank God that I was born here, and not in any other place on Earth.
That said, our electoral system is extremely screwed up. The ad's are completely disrespectful and out of control, and the whole "electoral college" is outdated and just plain nuts. If you aren't aware, it's the "electoral college" that puts our president in office, not the popular vote. That's the nuts part. Why can't we just vote for who we want and get rid of the "electoral college"? 200 years ago, when we needed it, it worked. Now, it's just a waste of time.
The vote though, that's what is important. My vote, my one vote, means a whole lot to me. I get goose bumps when I hear the "Star Spangled Banner". Many people died so I can hear it. Those same people died so I can get, and use, my vote. I think sometimes, that people forget all that. Yes, we hear about veterans every day. We all probably know someone who served sometime, somewhere. Do you ever talk to them? The veterans I mean. Have you ever talked to a veteran?
The man who lives behind me is a Korean (Conflict) War veteran. I heard him tossing horseshoes one day, and decided to introduce myself and chat. While talking, I asked him if he ever served. He perked up and told me he was in Korea. "The war everyone forgets about", he said. He then proceeded to tell me about how Korea has to be one of the worst places to have a war. The summers were "hotter than hell will ever be" and the winters were "colder than you can ever imagine". As he spoke, he told me of foxholes and death, rain and death, surviving many a near miss, and death. His eyes glassed over as he spoke of friends lost, his youth lost, and nightmares he has - still. When I hear people say, "I don't vote, it doesn't matter", I think to myself, "It matters to him." It matters to anyone now serving and anyone who has served.
Your vote matters. How you vote matters. Please don't vote for the most recognized name, or the most "religious" guy, or just because someone is already in office. You only have one vote. Get on the internet, read the papers. Learn about those trying to get your one vote. Then, once you've decided, vote.
Vote, it does matter!
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