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.
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?".
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:
Minnesota Nice? Orwellian Governor Walz Blames "Racism" for Failure of his Surprise CASPER At-Home Blood and Saliva Sampling
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...
Ah, I remember it well. The year was 1998 and I was "grown up"...supposedly.
"What are the new rules for me," I asked my parents, "now that I'm grown up?"
They had no answer. "Just ask us as you go along," was the best response I received.
Well that sounded like a jolly way to be constantly in trouble!
[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!
If you're a fan of time travel shows, then you know it's entirely possible for one person to exist in two different timelines at the same time...theoretically.
Recently, I suddenly realized that many of my friends are still existing in the fear/isolation Timeline I "Tardis-ed" out of back in March 2020. That makes me terribly sad.
As someone who was raised in an Environment of Fear, I know how damaging it is. I hate what it did to me and what it's doing to my friends still living in the fear/isolation timeline for the best possible reasons: They love life and they love their families.
So here's my take on the whole "Covid Thing," a topic that's become so emotionally and politically loaded that only a foolish writer would "rush in where angels fear to tread."
But when has that ever stopped me!?!
The day was April 12th, 2012. It was a Thursday. I'd just turned 32. This was the first time my parents had allowed me to go somewhere and said, "You don't have to call us every time you arrive or leave a destination."
That's because I was with Michael, my fiancé of four days. We were in love and I was finally free! It was an intoxicating cocktail from which I've never recovered.
Today, I have the taste of that same heady elixir in my mouth again and I like it!
I like it a lot!
As soon as Donald Trump announced his candidacy in 2015, screams of "Narcissist!" resounded through cyberspace.
It was the perfect label at the perfect time. The whole Narcissism trend had just started and I was in the perfect place at the perfect time too. As Trump began his presidential campaign, I began writing PsychCentral's first dedicated narcissism blog, Narcissism Meets Normalcy.
Every time I hear someone say, "the new normal," I cringe. Like fingernails on a chalkboard, it sets my teeth on edge.
That's because I know from sad experience how abusers have carte blanche in the absence of normalcy - the stick in the spokes of their abuse. Abusers and narcissists hate normalcy because it puts a cramp in their style. The first thing cults make new members jettison is their old normalcy. As Todd bragged on Chrisley Knows Best, "There ain't no normal here." My point.
The events of 2020 have given certain people "dressed in a little brief authority" just the excuse they craved to jettison normal, to terrify, to divide and to conquer by brainwashing nice, normal people into exchanging their God-given freedom for so-called "safety."
For five years, I've advocated for the importance of the protection of normalcy. Naming my old blog, Narcissism Meets Normalcy was not a whim. I coined that title because I know, from experience, how much bad can happen when the protection of normalcy is removed.
"Trust your gut."
How many times have you heard those words?
But for victims of Narcissistic Abuse, it's well nigh impossible...impossible!
The very essence of Narcissistic Abuse is, "Don't trust your gut...nor your eyes, ears, emotions, intuition. Pay no attention to that man behind the the curtain. Trust only in me, your own darling narcissist. I own your reality. Fact is what I tell you it is. Not what you observe and feel, Pumpkin."
Or to quote my father's favorite saying, "Wrong again, Buckwheat."
I was "Buckwheat" and I was wrong. Again.
The other day, I asked Michael to do some little home repair task. The kind of task that isn't a big deal but requires male know-how, male muscles and male ingenuity to get it done. (You can't say that on PsychCentral. Sometimes I'd get in trouble for using male and female pronouns. Sheesh!)
But I have this thing. This codependent thing where I feel just awful for asking anyone to do anything...ever. So I told Michael just how much it bothered me that I was asking him to do this task.
While that may be a run-on article title, it expresses my sentiments, and my habits, exactly.
You and I and everyone who's suffered from narcissistic abuse have the tendency to compensate for always feeling like a failure by overdoing it. Perpetually. Constantly. Habitually.
If your parents ever told you, "You won't amount to shit," then this article is for you.
"Relinquish your God-given freedom and we will keep you safe."
Isn't that what all cults say?
That's the deal I was given. It was a deal I took because I was too young, too brainwashed, too submissive, too afraid to do otherwise.
In the end, I received neither freedom nor safety.
So it troubles me deeply when I see our society as a whole bartering their freedoms for so-called "safety."
Jane Austen says, "The unkindness of your own relations has made you astonished to find friendship anywhere."
Whenever someone is kind to our little family, Michael always shakes his head in disbelief.
That's when I tell him, "The unkindness of your own relations, Michael, has made you astonished to find friendship anywhere."
That's the message to all of us today:
Strangers are kind.
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