Holy Spirit Crafts Perfect Memorial
Take a deep breath before you go here, it would seem Charlie Kirk is becoming a religious icon. yikes.
Holy Spirit Crafts Perfect Memorial
Take a deep breath before you go here, it would seem Charlie Kirk is becoming a religious icon. yikes.
in my half-sleepy travels this morning I happened on a site that had been begun years ago, long long before Trump was elected to anything, but was making noises in that direction. Every damn one of them mentioned Hitler as his hero. He was taking his speeches, his immigration policies, his trust in the Neo Nazis, right out of Hitler’s playbook. I mentioned this to my husband at the time, at Trump’s first terrifying ‘rally” and he just brushed it off. I hope he’s enjoying his choice of Presidents. I seriously have no idea if he voted for Trump this time or not, and frankly Im not asking.
Our only hope is that he will collapse in a puddle of himself before he has a chance to change the rules about ‘permanent’ Presidency…
Any suggestions?
I have for some bizarre reason been totally banned from Facebook. I mean, it’s not like drowning in an acid bath, or anything major, but the reasoning behind it is witless,
In a way it’s like being restricted from the hospital I was born in, and no one will tell me why.
The worst part to me is being told I can only get a chance at ‘returning’ if I take a selfie and send it to them. ahahaha. I don’t even have a cell phone and even if I did, and could, how does that prove that I am who I “claim” to be? It seems I have violated their advertising rules and I will not be allowed near young children and small pets unless I can fake up a selfie and send them one. I have 180 days to work this out and then I will be banned for life.
Er. Um. Not even a chance to chat with an armed guard or have someone tell me what I did wrong.
And even if I did have a cell phone, I cannot imagine taking a picture of me and sending it to anyone. ick.
Im beginning to weary of Charlie Kirk. To all accounts and appearances he was not necessarily a nice man, and yet by now he has been nearly raised to sainthood, even to the extent of being, not ‘shot’ or “gunned down”. but assassinated. It was my limited assumption that assassinations were reserved for Popes, Presidents, and others in positions of power and authority.
I honestly wonder how many people (including myself) had ever heard of Charlie Kirk publicly (publically?) before he was shot. If this keeps up there will probably be a statue (ette) erected to his memory.
looked out the window the other day and watched as a ginormous bird flapped across the yard and perched on the clothesline pole: it took me a minute to realize that I was seeing an Eagle. An honest to goodness eagle, white head, huge beak, the whole schmeere. He sat there long enough for me to grab the camera and get two shots (and sooner or later I’ll post the photo), and remember that our neighboring town has been trying to bring back eagles into the state. They do a lot over there with wildlife, and much of what they do slops over into protected areas like ours. but good god, an eagle.
My biggest fear in all of this deportation/threat crap is me: my mother’s family emigrated from Nova Scotia in the late 30s. They are/were French Canadian with bits of German, Irish, and lord alone knows what else. And of course MicMac Indian.
According to the news from Trumpistan, anyone who has ‘naturalized parents” is eligible to be whizzed back the the country where THEY were from. You don’t have to be born there, to be sent there. I did always want to see Nova Scotia, but maybe on my own time. Not his.
In following the trials and hysteria of Trump’s staggering journey, I’ve been thinking about my own dealings with my mother and her Alzheimer’s; and suddenly realized something. Alzhimer’s comes on, not because of genetics, but because of childhood abuse. As I understand it, Trump had a difficult time of it, as a child. Lot of verbal shenanigans, lot of pressure from his father, especially.
My grandmother was a loving, devoted mother; four kids, dirt poor. Her one rule was that none of her children were to marry, but stay home and take care of her.
she collected their pay checks and doled out the money they needed. She needed to be in total control. Her oldest son, Al, was engaged (I have a photo of him with his fiancee, and they are just glowing at each other), and Nana made him break off the engagement: “she’s not our kind” she said. End of discussion. We were french canadian, she was Irish, Sadie Neary. You don’t get much more Irish than that. His brother saw what was happening, and managed to elope with his girlfriend as soon as he could. My birth mother’s act of defiance was to get herself pregnant and then dump me on her sister.
In a strange way it was a controlled difficult life for all those siblings, and they all reacted differently. My adopted mother developed Alzheimer’s. The other three had their own problems. The abuse showed;, not physical, but emotional. Sometimes that’s harder to deal with, since you don’t really think of it as abuse.