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.
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!
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.
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