I Never Thought I’d Live to See this day: Donald Trump


Electors do the right thing.

Electors do the right thing.

I was a child of the 60’s. I vaguely remember President Dwight Eisenhower talking to the nation on TV. I watched the Vietnam War on the evening news for years and years. I grieved the assassinations of both Kennedy brothers. I never thought I’d live to see this day. 

I remember Martin Luther King, alive and later dead. I watched in dismay as people demonstrated in this country, peacefully and violently. I never thought I’d live to see this day. 

Most of all, I remember Richard Nixon, forcing to resign from office because of covering up a robbery at the Watergate, I never thought I’d live to see this day.

But Watergate is nothing compared with the corruption, lies, and deceit of this man taking office. He has not one redeeming quality. Not one ounce of goodness. The only emotion he seems to express is revenge.

I also watched with real hope when Barack Obama was elected for the first time.

I thought, our country has overcome prejudice. Now, things will change for the better. I never thought I’d live to see this day. 

At first I laughed when I watched Fox news and heard Rush Limbaugh on the radio. I thought, nobody can take these people seriously. I never thought I’d live to see this day.

I dubiously watched Donald Trump on TV. I cringed when he imitated a person with disabilities, I found his rallies reminiscent of films I’d seen of Adolph Hitler. (Having distant relatives who perished in the Holocaust, I’ve read diaries and stories from that time. I’ve listened to people who were living witnesses to that time. He also had victory rallies.)

There are too many similarities. People thought Hitler was a silly fool who couldn’t possibly last. He suppressed the press, and targeted groups of people: Jews, Gypsies, Homosexuals, mentally and physically disabled, and those brave enough to resist him. They never thought they’d  live to see that day.

Too many perished because they were bystanders.

Why do people like this man? He preys on people’s fears. They are afraid that “Isis” is coming to their shores, and they think this narcissistic dictator is going to keep them out. They think they will get rich like him. And who really knows how rich he is? No tax return, and he can’t discern between the truth and a lie.

People think him promoting “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holiday shows he’s a good Christian. This man stands for the total opposite of any religion.

Now, I understand how evil people get in power. They masquerade as something they’re not, and work on people’s fears. They suppress the free press. They promise revenge on anyone who opposes them. They tell people they lied to them and they laugh at them. Those followers are so confused they still don’t acknowledge his shallow soul.

Most of all they tell lies, and after a while the lies start to make sense. Say 2+2=5 long enough and people will start to believe you. Read “1984” by George Orwell. It’s all there.

If somehow, any elector read this post, do the right thing.

Remembering my father (and mother) on Father’s day


My parents before they were married.

My parents before they were married.

I have a confession to make. Sometimes, I close my eyes in my bedroom, and pretend, only for a minute, that I’m back home in my old bedroom. I visualize where the bed was, my dresser, and the closet.  I think about where the other rooms of the house were situated and what they looked like.

Sometimes, when I’m remembering, I hug the pillow and remember how it felt to hug my parents. How comforting it was, and how safe and loved I used to feel with them.

I had a special relationship with both of them. I was the baby of the family and lived alone with them from the age of 13. I did miss having my two newly married sisters living with us, but I enjoyed hanging out with my old parents. We went out to eat a lot, saw movies, and attended the theater. (My old parents were somewhere in their late 40’s and early 50’s.)

Sometimes, I try to remember them talking in the kitchen on a Sunday morning. I can see my mother sitting at the table, newspaper not too far from her. (She loved to read that newspaper cover to cover.) My father is standing up, probably doing some chore. They’re talking about his job, or what they’re going to do in the future.

I can almost hear the comfortable din of their voices. She saying, “Hank, why don’t you get some blintzes from Solomon’s?” (We used to get blintzes from the local delicatessen every Sunday.) Before he ever left the house he would always give her a quick kiss. Before too long he’d come back with the scrumptious Solomon blintzes. All my mother had to do was heat them on the stove.

After we eat our blintzes, my father is going to go out and do outside chores like mowing the lawn or shoveling the snow. He might run some errands.

Sometimes, I’d tag along with him. I was crazy about my father. He’d talk to me like an equal, and was a good listener. He always made me feel loved and important.

He had a friend who owned a car wash, so about every weekend I’d go with him to watch the car get cleaned. I’d carefully watch the car go through the stages, while he kidded around with his friend. I could see that Dad could get along with everyone.

I had an acquaintance whose parents were divorced, and the father would take the kids somewhere special every Sunday. I didn’t know it was because they were divorced. (In those days people kept divorces quiet.) So, I kept pleading with my dad take me out on Sunday without my mother. He did it once. We went to the planetarium at the Cleveland Science museum. We looked up at the pretend stars in the planetarium and listened to the lecture. I loved having my daddy all to myself. (I only hope my mother wasn’t too hurt.)

My parents sometimes took me to a local amusement park, Euclid Beach. My mother would park herself on a bench and my dad would go on rides with me in the park. This was a big feat for him because he was really not too crazy about amusement park rides.

One time we got on a ferris wheel and before it started, he asked the ride attendant to let us off. Another time we were on an Over the Falls” ride and the power went out. We were stuck on the ride for about 20 minutes. I wasn’t worried cause I was with my dad. (Years later, he told me he was nervous about my mother being alone, and us getting stuck on the ride.)

My dad  always took time to get dressed for work as a Cleveland Policeman. After he shined his shoes, and put on his uniform with the golden badge, and completed it with his hat, he didn’t look like Daddy anymore; he looked liked a king. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world to have such a good-looking, important father.

My parents were so close, that I can’t remember my father on this Father’s Day without including both my parents.

Happy Father’s Day to them both, wherever their souls ended up. If there is such a place, I have no doubt that they are together.

I don’t trust Mitt Romney: He gives me a bad vibe


Romney

Romney (Photo credit: Talk Radio News Service)

I do not appreciate Mitt Romney’s sense of humor, and I’m hoping it helps him lose the election. Surely, other people can see through his insincerity. I do think good character is important if you’re going to be a leader.
Romney made a birther joke today. Then, he said it wasn’t aimed at President Obama.  He was in Michigan today. He said something like, “I was born in  this hospital right here, and my wife was born in another hospital nearby Nobody asked for our birth certificates.”  (That’s not the exact quote).

I guess this goes along with him putting his dog on the top of his car ( while he was driving), his remark about not worrying about the poor, and going after the guy in high school who was gay. Not to mention his views on birth control and abortion. His choice of running-mate doesn’t sit well with me either.

I consider myself a good judge of character. I don’t like his character. He’s reminds me of someone who says hurtful things, and then excuses  it by saying, “I was only kidding.”

I felt the same way about Nixon. I was right about him.

I am afraid the fickle public are going to elect this guy.

He scares me.

Time will tell

Will a Smartphone make me any smarter?


Smartphone Configuration for Social Media Mark...

Smartphone Configuration for Social Media Marketing in Frederick MD (Photo credit: Frederick Md Publicity)

I must be the only person alive who still doesn’t have a Smartphone.

It isn’t that I don’t want to get one. The fact of the matter is I’m not important enough to actually need one. I don’t know if the cost justifies it for me. What if I lost it?

I don’t have a lot of appointments to keep track of, and I’m not an executive. I don’t really have pictures to show anyone else.

But, I’m thinking it’s important to keep up with technology. I’d like to scroll through the few pictures I have. I’d like to talk to Siri. Would she make me any smarter?

I’ve noticed that once a person gets a Smartphone they are obsessed with it. They are continually checking and re checking their email. It doesn’t matter who they are, or what they’re like. A few minutes after purchasing one, their heads are buried in it.

Maybe it would make me closer to my relatives?  Maybe I would get in the mood to message them if it was more convenient. Would it make me closer to them?

I did hear Danielle Steel, on ” The View”  say it’s making the kids more distant from each other.  She said, “they don’t call each other anymore, and hear a human voice.”

Is she right about that?

Do you think a Smartphone is helpful for a person over 60? What do you like best about yours? Which Smartphone would you recommend?

I would appreciate your comments.

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10 good reasons to have children


Cute Kids in Children's Costumes

Cute Kids in Children’s Costumes (Photo credit: epSos.de)

1. You are patient, kind, and love children. You find them fascinating and fun.

2. You have a strong marriage or relationship  and want to share your happiness by having children.

If you’re single, independent and secure,  that may work too.  (I’d like to hear from you if you’ve accomplished that.)

3. You are a mature adult, and can put yourself second to others. It is amazing how you can have room to love your children. It’s a great feeling, natures’ way of putting you lower on the totem pole.

4. You like to get on the floor and play. It doesn’t hurt if you like play-doh, paint, and all that fun stuff. How about those little people toys?

5. You like fun activities like going out to the zoo, dressing up, and watching plays.( Ones they put on), There’s nothing like seeing activities through a child’s eyes for the first time. How about the surprise and delight when they get on that merry-go-round for the first time?   It’s like being a child yourself….all over again.

6, You aren’t having a child to recreate your life. They are not there to give you a second chance at athletics, academics, or a social life.  (Please don’t yell at your kid when they’re playing sports.)

7.You don’t care about having the best clothes, vacations, etc. Unless you are wealthy, of course!

8. You don’t mind tending the sick occasionally. It comes with the job description. Have a relief person when you get sick yourself.

9. You don’t mind being a disciplinarian. It is necessary. It’s the hardest part about being a parent.

10. Be prepared for your heart to break when they get more independent, and would rather spend time with their peers. You’re only a hero to them for part of the time.( When they get older and realize your human too, it’s always a little sad. )

Was I good at all these things? I would have to say no. . My report card would show I had weaknesses and strengths, like anyone.  But, these are conclusions I came to when all was said and done.

Maybe it can help you.

Anything to add? Disagreements? Please comment!

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What does it take to get gun control?


Hill Staffer Pens Get Well Wish To Giffords

Hill Staffer Pens Get Well Wish To Giffords (Photo credit: Talk Radio News Service)

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English: Dr. Martin Luther King giving his “I Have a Dream” speech during the March on Washington in Washington, D.C., on 28 August 1963. Español: Dr. Martin Luther King dando su discurso “Yo tengo un sueño” durante la Marcha sobre Washington por el trabajo y la libertad en Washington, D.C., 28 de agosto de 1963. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I remember back when Kennedy was assassinated : that’s when I first heard about gun control. That was when I was 13.

Before that time, life didn’t seem to be as violent. Maybe it was, and I just didn’t know it because I lived a sheltered life in the suburbs.

Then Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy were killed. I was 17, and in my senior year of high school.

The next assassination attempt was Ronald Reagan, and Brady was injured. I was 31 and pregnant with my last child who is now 30 years old.

And so it goes. The Columbine teenagers, Gifford shooting, and on and on. I just read the book “Gabby” that her husband wrote. She’s gone through Hell and back to get back some semblance of functioning. You know, she’s never going to be the same.

Now, all those innocent people killed by a 24-year-old guy who is apparently mentally ill. He’ll probably live because he’s deranged. Who else would commit such a horrendous act. It’s a good thing his apartment didn’t explode.

He meets the classic profile: quiet and keeping to himself. This one is even a brilliant student, (a PhD candidate who recently left the university),  but he used his brilliance for evil purposes. You have to know something happened to him. But it doesn’t matter now because he’s committed unpardonable acts.

Once a gun goes off, there’s nothing you can do to stop the bullet.

One argument is we need guns to protect us against the government taking over. The opposing argument is that guns can’t compete against nuclear

English: Attorney General Kennedy and Rev. Dr....

English: Attorney General Kennedy and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., 22 June 1963, Washington, D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

weapons and chemical weapons. Look at what Syria is doing to their citizens?

What do you think? Convince me gun control isn’t a good idea.

World War II Monument in Washington, DC


 

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Ww2a (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Yesterday, I saw the World War II monument in Washington, D.C. It was a night, so it was a little more haunting. It is masterfully lit up.

It is something fantastic. There are  water fountains, memorials to all the states, and some intricate sculptures depicting the battles on both fronts: the Pacific and the European.  I would’ve spent hours just looking at the little intricate sculptures.

I thought it was an appropriate memorial to these people, and it’s a good thing they were willing to sacrifice their lives, or where would we be now?

It’s too bad it took so long to put up the memorial since many of them have already passed on.

One of my reactions was: is this glorifying war? But, of course, we have to honor people who died. That’s what a memorial is supposed to be. It’s incredibly sad that people are still dying every day on our behalf.

I suppose war is just something that people do to solve problems. It seems so ridiculous that in the 21st century it’s still going on today. How often do we think of the men and women dying in Afghanistan?

I don’t think it’s as clear-cut today as it was during WWII. It hasn’t been clear-cut since the Korean War, or the Vietnam War.

What do you think? Should we put up elaborate memorials celebrating the heroes who died? Is war going to be part of humanity as long as humanity survives? Is peace around the world an impossible dream?

What do you think?