Beyond Narcissism
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Hunter Biden's hard drive. The biggest news story of last week (and perhaps the whole year!) and the gift that keeps on a-giving.
Late Thursday (10/16/2020) evening, Rudy Giuliani granted an exclusive interview to the Daily Caller. Here's what we learned.
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I was the same kind, funny person the day I expressed my support of President Trump on Facebook as I was the day before. But you'd never know it from the bizarre reaction of the Liberal Snowflake who'd been my Facebook friend...up until that fateful day.
With f-words flying, she mumbled from behind her mask, "I should have known you were not a shafe shpace" and flounced out of my gentle cyber world into the real world full of those horrible, nasty Trump supporters. Life must be Hell for her. 
This is a rant. Plain and simple. If I don't rant here, I'll burst a blood vessel because I don't have President Trump's grace and patience. Within the first five seconds of the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie, I was using words that would make a sailor blush.
Please tell me I'm not the only one. In yet another example of Trump-debating-and-beating-the-Moderator, the Mainstream Media culminated a week of doing every possible thing to silence any anti-Biden news with this charade of a Town Hall. How exactly is that supposed to serve the Democratic ticket!?! Don't they know that a martyr is more attractive, not less? 
In the Good Ol' Days, it took really big things to divide-and-conquer. Religion. Race. Territory. Greed. Honour. Now, all it takes is a 5" strip of fabric. Saul Alinsky must be so proud.
On the rare occasions I got to watch TV growing up, I always begged for a few extra minutes after Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood ended. The show that followed as always PBS's Film du Jour and the film of the day was always Life with Father starring William Powell.
I loved it when William Powell exploded, "Why did God make so many dumb fools and Democrats?!". That was my first clue that politics is damned funny! 
Sometimes, you don't realize how much you love someone until they're in trouble. That's how it was for us, the American people, when we heard that President Trump and Melania had tested positive for COVID-19. I bet you can remember exactly where you were when you first heard the news.
His name was Protagoras. He taught the Art of Debate in Ancient Greece from approximately 481-411 B.C. and is still regarded as the Father of the Debate. "One can imagine an Athenian father wondering why he was laying out all those drachmas only to end up with a son who argued with him at dinner," writes Frank McCall.
In the United States, the tradition of political debate goes back to a punishing series of seven, count 'em, seven debates Abraham Lincoln and his challenger, Senator Stephen Douglas, undertook in 1858. This started our lively tradition of political debates undertaken by choice but not actually required by law nor the Constitution. The debates are intended to sway voters who might be on the fence...though how anyone could be on the fence, especially during this election, is beyond me and mine! 
I approached the Vice Presidential debate this evening with one question: "What is Kamala Harris like?" I'd conveniently missed the primary debates so my impression of the woman was basically unformed.
Unformed but not unbiased. No one is unbiased as the tenor of moderator Susan Page's questions clearly showed. I've heard the usual tittle-tattle about Kamala's personal life, but being a MAGA Conservative, I'm focused on the issues, not personalities. I already know what Kamala stands for, or rather doesn't stand for, Protection of the unborn coming to mind. Still, being an inveterate people watcher, I wanted to know how Kamala would come off during the Vice Presidential debate against one of the most active, visible and loudly Christian Vice Presidents in recent memory. I know Donald Trump ain't no gentleman, thank God, because he took names and kicked Joe's ass in the last debate. How would Kamala relate to Mike Pence? 
"Joe," Vietnam veteran: After 62 years as a Democrat, he joined the #WalkAway Movement. Thank you, sir, for your service.
#WalkAway: If I had to describe the people who've chosen to #WalkAway from the Democratic Party only one word comes to mind: Americans. Quintessential melting pot. E pluribus unum. Out of many, one. Americans.
They are every ethnicity, every color, every religion, every nationality, every age, every gender, every sexuality. Many were born on foreign shores. They are gay, straight, bi, Black, White, Asian, Christian, atheist, Jewish, Muslim, clean cut, dread-locked, single, married, {insert any and every descriptor here.} #WalkAway is just Americans but each story has the same spark. There was a moment when the scales fell from each one's eyes and they suddenly realized, "The Democratic Party andthe Mainstream Media have been lying to me." That was the moment they discovered fire...and Walked Away. 3 of the MSM's Dumbest Gaslighting Techniques to Discourage us over Trump's COVID-19 Condition10/4/2020  "You are a liar." I don't usually engage in personal comments on Twitter but I couldn't let Gabriel Sherman of Vanity Fair and The New York Times get away with it. The MSM watched the 4 minute clip of President Trump speaking from Walter Reed. We, the American people, watched the same 4 minute clip. We saw our usual strong leader, breathing normally, upbeat, energetic, caring, loving and chomping at the bit to get back to work. The MSM painted him weak, gasping, coughing, leaning on the table for support, fearing for his life. Bullshit! They lie. They gaslight us. Or maybe it's some kind of "blab it, grab it" voodoo. They throw their lies out to the Universe hoping some dark power will make their fondest wishes come true. Hey! I'm grasping at straws here because the MSM defies logic.  In 1755, at the Battle of Monongahela, all weapons were aimed at General George Washington. Two horses were shot out from under him and, after the battle, he discovered four holes from musket balls in his coat. But no one could touch him. The Chief finally told his braves to stand down as the Great Spirit was watching over General Washington reportedly saying, “he will become the chief of nations, and a people yet unborn, will hail him as the father of a mighty empire!” So it is with President Trump. He may not be a religious man but, I believe, He is God's chosen man "for such a time as this." No harm can or will befall him as he and Melania are enveloped in the prayers of the saints.
Pray without ceasing (1 Thessalonians 5: 16) and keep your eyes and ears pealed. 
Growing up the daughter of a Political Science major, the Presidential Debates were the highlight of our lives every four years.
And every four years, my parents' faces would droop with disappointment as every Republican candidate failed to hit their opponent where it hurt. As they politely ignored their opponent's scandals, my parents would say in disgust, "The Republicans are just too damn gentlemanly." Now we know, that wasn't true at all. They were RINOs! Republican In Name Only. They were on the same team as their opponent. George H. W. Bush (of mistress Jennifer Fitzgerald and Boys Town infamy) proved that when he called Bill Clinton, "my son" and George W. Bush referred to Hillary Clinton as, "my sister-in-law." When I heard that, it reminded me of that famous quote from the 1954 movie A Star is Born. "If you'll be kind enough to glance between my shoulder blades...you'll find there a knife. On its handle are your initials." The knife was between our shoulder blades. Whoever we voted for, whoever won, nothing much ever changed. We were duped. Played for saps. Enter Donald Trump. 
Joe Biden is the gift to Conservatives that keeps on giving and Tuesday night's Presidential Debate was no exception. Under a banner reading "The Union and the Constitution Forever," I've never seen two candidates come out swingin' so quickly. It was a fight from the start and Biden, despite his unpatriotic black-and-white tie, was the one bleeding.
 Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay You know you're over forty when the word "hashtag" brings you out in hives.
But I've tried. I've really tried to join the #hashtag culture. I've #hashtagged with the best of 'em until I had an epiphany. What if each new, hot hashtag is a subterfuge? A small shiny object spinning to distract us from important news stories they'd rather we forgot so they can sweep them under the rug. Just ask yourself, "When was the last time I saw #EpsteinDidntKillHimself on a Tweet?". My point. Here are some important hashtags/news stories from 2019-2020 I forgot after other hashtags conveniently pushed them off the headlines. I'm sure I've missed a lot. How many do you remember? 
Joe Biden's not the only who gaffes. I mean, it could happen to anyone. Personally, I'm prone to the odd spoonerism...right words, wrong order.
In February 2018, Nancy Pelosi filibustered for eight hours and seven minutes in 4" heels on behalf of The Dreamers. While I admire her bladder control, it got me wondering what else she's had to say. Turns out, she's had some real doozies. It was Nancy Pelosi who brought us this unforgettable beauty:  Hear that? It's the Twilight Zone music playing softly in the background because they're here-ere. Surprise, unsolicited, undesired at-home blood and saliva sampling courtesy of Minnesota's Governor Walz of "rock and cow" infamy.
Or rather, they were here. No sooner had the task forces begun ringing doorbells, but Governor Walz called off his Orwellian henchmen claiming we Minnesotans were racist and threatening his Community Assessment for Public Health Emergency Response teams. CASPER, for short. Catchy, ain't it. Did I mention he's up for re-election in 2022? Brilliant campaign move.  As my husband and I watched the National Day of Prayer and Repentance, the moment came where Franklin Graham asked the congregation on the National Mall to pray. After a hushed moment, the sound of 50,000 voices raised in prayer swelled in a great din of supplication. Glancing over at Michael, I noticed that he was covered with goosebumps...and he doesn't goosebump easily.
As tears flowed down my cheeks, I had goosebumps on my goosebumps. Thank God for a nation that prays in the name of Jesus, Amen.  This would be a great time in the world for some man to come along that knew something. Now that's funny, I don't care who ya are. Republican, Democrat, Independent...Americans just want someone in the White House who knows something. In the days leading up to Election Day, let's not forget to laugh together. It's the shortest distance between people and Heaven knows this nation needs to come together again. Will Rogers knew that. Born in 1879 in Cherokee Nation, Wikipedia describes Rogers as an "American stage and film actor, vaudeville performer, cowboy, humorist, newspaper columnist, and social commentator." Not bad for a High School drop-out. His genius was making us laugh at ourselves about topics we Americans took much too seriously in the 1930s and still do today. Topics like politics and government. Rogers' quips are as accurate today as they were back then, proving that nothing much ever changes. Remember, write to your Congressman. Even if he can’t read, write to him. Will didn't try to be funny, per se. He just observed America and then reflected ourselves back at us. As he liked to say, "All I know is just what I read in the papers." For you young whippersnappers, that's several large sheets of printed paper, folded together, that crackles authoritatively when you shake it over your morning coffee. Try that with a Kindle! Why don’t they pass a Constitutional Amendment prohibiting anybody from learning anything? If it works as good as Prohibition did, in five years we will have the smartest people on earth. Or just teach Common Core via Zoom. That'll make kids thirst for knowledge...if they aren't arrested for trying to learn like Maverick Stow.
They say that a smile is the shortest distance between two people. But a laugh is even shorter!
When I started this blog, and pivoted it towards America, in the back of my mind, I decided not to hit at President Trump's political opponents...well, not much. But if they set it up on a tee, well, I just gotta take a swing at it! Frankly, I almost feel sorry for Joe Biden, whom The Washington Post named "The Lamborghini of gaffes" as he's clearly struggling on the campaign trail. I say "almost" because my empathy goes down to zero after seeing so many videos of him publicly molesting young girls on camera. That's when the gloves came off. But I don't need to say a word. Joe does the job for me. Here for your reading enjoyment are five of Joe Biden's best gaffes.  I know Nancy Pelosi's white roots have already grown out since her infamous visit to that hair salon. But thanks to Donald Trump bringing it up at every awesome rally, it's not stale news yet!
The whole incident would've blown over in a jiffy if she'd had the humility and Erma Bombeckesque sense of humor to say, "Sorry, my bad. I just wanted to look my best for my voters." But no! Nancy herself blew the incident into A Thing by projection, by attempting to gaslight the American voter by blaming the hair salon for setting her up. Basically a grown-up version of, "I know you are but what am I?" Typical narcissism. The faux apology that circles around to blame the victim.  As soon as Donald Trump clinched the Presidential Nomination in 2016, that's when it all started.
Trump vs Mental Health Somehow it was assumed that Trump (and his supporters) could never be pro-Mental Health. On Psychology Today, who has approached me to join their team, there are tens of thousands of articles about President Trump and I've yet to find a positive one. In August of 2016, the founder of PsychCentral labeled Trump, "the consummate American bullshit artist" and further proceeded to insult every Trump Supporter on PsychCentral by saying, "the American people will buy any line of B.S." Having learned that their boss hated Trump, all the other PsychCentral psychologists, therapists and bloggers felt free to clamber aboard, gleefully bashing Trump in their articles. Save one: me. Here's what I've wanted to know since 2016: When did caring about Mental Health supposedly become the sole province of Liberals? When did supporting Mental Health and supporting Donald Trump become mutually exclusive?  Yesterday, I received an alarmed email from my marketing service informing me that 7.58% of my readers had unsubscribed after I wrote They Said Trump Is A Malignant Narcissist. Was I off-topic, they wanted to know? Had I erred in some way?
I've been writing about all the usual topics - cults, narcissism, freedom but as they relate to America and Donald Trump. Apparently, that pissed off exactly 7.58% of my subscribers who are Biden/Harris supporters. Then I realized something: You can't write about narcissism without also writing about America, patriotism, freedom...and Donald Trump. Our fight against narcissism is a fight for our God-given American Freedoms in the microcosm of our relationships. But you won't even know you have those freedoms without America. What we're fighting for, nationally and personally, is for freedom "against all enemies, foreign and domestic." Emphasis on domestic.  There are certain popular words these days that, once they are pinned on a person or institution, even if there isn't a morsel of truth in it, are automatically assumed to cancel them out...permanently. Words like...
 [TRIGGER WARNING: Mind Control]
Once upon a time, in a place called Maple Grove, Cinderella and Prince Charming met online, had one date and got married. On their honeymoon, they found the end of the rainbow (it's in Oregon; we have pictures) and expected to Live Happily Ever After. But it was not to be because Michael, I mean, Prince Charming found a website called InfoWars. And boy! Was I, I mean, Cinderella pissed off! |
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