The year: 1881.
The month: May.
The place: DeSmet, SD.
That was the year of endless blizzards. The year the people of DeSmet nearly starved and froze to death. The year that train after train tried to reach DeSmet with desperately needed supplies, only to stall in snowdrifts so high and so hard that no amount of steam power could blast a path to the tiny town.
And so it was that all those supplies stayed neatly frozen in the stalled trains until the snow finally melted in May.
Sure, the people of DeSmet could've raised their fists to Heaven and railed against God but they didn't. In May of 1881, as they sat down to the first proper meal they'd enjoyed since Autumn (complete with butter!!!), on their lips was only gratitude. Pa Ingalls expressed it best when he said simply, “Lord, we thank Thee for all Thy bounty.” Laura observes, "That was all Pa said, but it seemed to say everything."
This year we too say from our hearts, “Lord, we thank Thee for all Thy bounty.”
Some headlines are so egregious, they beg for a full article. Today's article was inspired by this headline:
And the feminists of the world did...meh, pretty much bupkis.
They were vocal enough when the possibility of terminating adorable little babies was in doubt but when actual living women are losing employment potential...bupkis.
They're quick enough to speak out against Female Genital Mutilation but when little girls are being sliced, diced and permanently changed into a sad mimicry of little boys...bupkis.
They attack women who enjoy being women and love femininity...but say bupkis about Jeffrey Epstein's myriad victims, the rich and famous who flew on the Lolita Express to Epstein Island and Bill Clinton raping Juanita Broaddrick.
And they call themselves "feminists"!?! My ass!
Two decades ago when I was just out of my teens and trying to figure out, "How should we then live," I ran across this simple advice: "Whoever can move you to emotion, automatically wins."
In the past week, nay the whole of 2021, the headlines have moved us to horrible, profound, exhausting emotion. Rage at Fake Biden for stealing the Presidency and murdering our people in Afghanistan. Sorrow for the families who needlessly lost their sons and daughters. Fear of the unvetted refugees/terrorists being imported nightly by plane via Mexico. Shock at North Korea restarting their plutonium program. Empathy for those affected by Hurricanes Ida and Julian. Disgust that Voter Fraud is being forgotten in the deluge of other headlines. Excitement for the Maricopa Forensic Audit report...if it's ever released! And, above it all, missing our beloved President Trump.
Every time we think, "Now I've heard it all" a more horrible, heinous, inhumane headline eclipses the last horrible, heinous, inhumane headline. (Remember the Weiner laptop!?!)
Our hearts are exhausted yet we feel we must maintain our high state of emotional fervor or we'll be letting the side down. Abandoning our true President. Not being patriotic if we ignore the news for a few hours (or a whole day!) and allow ourselves to calm down.
If you're anything like me, your emotional energy is sapped. Since January, you've been on an emotional roller coaster. You've nothing left to give and it's affecting your personal life and health.
Last weekend, I ran across someone who might help us cope.
The conversation begins so innocently. Something like, "Hey! I like your Trump flag" or "Nice MAGA hat." Half an hour later you stumble away muttering, "It's colossal asshats like him that give true Patriots a bad name."
For the last eight months, I've been arguing passionately that true Patriots are peaceful, intelligent, loving, God-fearing people. You know it and I know it. But in every barrel there's that one frickin' bad apple. A stupid, bloodthirsty, racist disgrace besmirching the good name of "Patriot."
The Powers-That-Be love it, painting us all with the same brush.
Unluckily for me, I recently ran across that one frickin' bad apple. What an education!
Once upon a time, well actually it was last night, Michael said something to the effect, "You've worked hard enough this week. Let's go to the American Legion for supper. I hear they're serving walleye."
They could've been serving shit-on-a-shingle and I'd be there with bells on! Any meal I don't have to cook is my favorite meal. (Can I get an "Amen," Ladies!?)
Now, when you enter an American Legion, you kinda assume that everone there is...duh! Pro-military, Pro-veterans, Pro-America. There are American flags e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e and not one damn mask in sight.
It's one of the places Michael can roll into proudly wearing his new T-shirt and no one's going to be offended. It says, "ALL LIVES MATTER...Except terrorists, rapists, child molesters, cop killers & anyone who hates America. Fuck those guys." (He wore it the county fair the other week and you should've seen the constipated expression on the guy who was wearing a "BLM" t-shirt. Priceless!!! If he'd tried anything he would've had the shock of his life: the guy in the wheelchair knows taekwondo! LOL)
Anyways, the American Legion was the last place I expected to meet a Trump hater yet it happened.
To be honest, I've been watching a little too much Jeff Dunham recently so when the guy said, "I hate Trump" my first thought was Walter's famous line, "300 million sperm. That's the one that got through."
That ain't right! Don't laugh at that!
Despite disagreeing passionately about politics, our conversation with "Tom" was cordial and I got the opportunity to study a man who obviously loved America...and hated Trump. A man who supported our veterans (or at least really liked walleye)...and hated Trump. A man who was interested in American history...and hated Trump.
He never gave a cogent reason either. Just kept repeating, "I hate the man."
I am pissed, Patriots. Not pissed at the Left. Oh no! I'm pissed off at the Right!
Yeah, yeah, I know. Somebody's gotta do it. Somebody's gotta refute Critical Race Theory.
Somebody's gotta refute The Big Election Lie.
Somebody's gotta point out that the "vax"...isn't.
Somebody's gotta point out that the geezer in the WH isn't actually Joe Biden. (Oh wait, that was me.)
Conservatives do it so well too. So logically. With well-researched facts they reach Liberal hearts, one by one.
It works too. Gotta give 'em that. And if you don't believe that, I have one hashtag for you: #Blexit.
But the whole time I'm thinking, "Really!?! Is anyone anywhere actually stupid enough to believe this Lefty shit!?!"
By seriously refuting it with solemnity, isn't the Right subtly lending credence to their insanity!?!
I know, I know. It's gotta be done. But I keep thinking of the old adage, "Never reason with crazy."
Been there. Done that. Cost me a bundle in attorney's fees so perhaps I'm a little jaded.
Before every historic moment of Human Greatness, first there comes a "Hells No" moment. A Hero stands up and says, "ENOUGH!" drawing a line in the sand.
When Battle of the Bulge hero, General McAuliffe, responded to a Nazi surrender demand with one word, "Nuts!" that was a line in the sand.
When Martin Luther nailed his 95 Theses to the Church door in Wittenberg, German and told the Diet of Worms, "Here I stand. I can do no other," that was a line in the sand.
When William Tyndale stood lashed to the stake at which he would be burned for translating the Bible into English, he said, "Lord, open the King of England's eyes." That was a line in the sand.
When Jean Luc Picard said, "We've made too many compromises already. Too many retreats...They assimilate entire worlds and we fall back. Not again. The line must be drawn here. This far! No farther!" that was a line in the sci-fi sand.
When Captain John Paul Jones shouted, "I have not yet begun to fight!" that was a line in the sand. (And don't you dare cancel my culture by calling his quote "apocryphal"!)
And last night when President Trump said, "This country...belongs to you, the American people. This is your home. This nation is your heritage. And our magnificent American Liberty is your God Given Right. The people of this land will not be ruled and talked down to by corrupt politicians, petty tyrants, left-wing bullies or socialist bureaucrats in a place called Washington, D. C. It's not gonna happen"...that was a magnificent line in the sand.
Don't You Cancel My Culture!
Cancel Culture: A particularly loathsome new term in the exceptionally loathsome "New Normal."
I hate everything about Cancel Culture. But it was my husband, Michael, who helped me see the humorous side of Cancel Culture a few weeks ago. Let me set the stage for you.
Michael, as usual, was hinting, cajoling and wheedling me into deep frying his beloved French Fries.
And, as usual, every time he said "French Fries" I could hear his left ventricle slamming shut.
"Michael Honey," I said sweetly, "We don't deep fry. We air fry."
Without missing a beat Michael snapped back, "DON'T YOU CANCEL MY CULTURE!!!"
Just like that, I was ROTFLMAO!
But in five pithy words, he nailed how we all feel.
I like my culture. I like history as I learned it as a child. I like science as I understand it. I like America as I cherish her. I like my race. I like our culture. I like our cuisine. I like our language. I like our literature. I like Classical music. I like our architecture. I love President Trump and our Constitution. I like, oh! Just everything we've been shamed, gaslighted and brainwashed to reject, disbelieve and apologize for.
Well, screw dat!
I'm not having some atheistic faux intellectual Liberal nut job destroy Life as I know and like it with their New Version of "Truth" that Cancels my Culture. Two weeks later, like Fauci, they'll change it again anyways.
I'm with Michael: "DON'T YOU CANCEL MY CULTURE!"
This is my rant.
His name is Chaudhary Raffique Gujjar.
He's one of the adorable Indian tribal people featured on the popular YouTube channel, Tribal People Try, who are shown experiencing Western things...our food, our candy, our culture, our technology.
Mr. Gujjar has captured the hearts of many Americans with his sunny disposition and hilarious facial expressions when tasting our food (after the pop rocks episode, you can't blame him for looking worried!). That's why Americans Mary and Kayla regularly send over gifts for himself, his wife but mostly his children.
And every time, Mr. Gujjar gets all choked up. Being a big strong man he tries to hide it but in the Feb. 7th video he couldn't hold back the tears of joy and gratitude.
"Such loving people still exist in this world!" he said, mopping his eyes. (I'm always squirting tears everywhere too. Donations often get me crying!)
His words hit me hard because that's how we all feel.
Even though Mr. Gujjar's lives in a poor and isolated tribe, he too has gotten the message. His words betray how we all feel. A discouragement. A hopelessness. A fear that there's no good, kind, loving people left in this cockeyed world.
Governments worldwide have behaved so badly, staging false flags to start wars, teaching us to fear each other based on locality, ethnicity, religion, whatever.
It's all rubbish!
It's the governments that are the bad ones. Not the little people, the tribal people, the regular John and Jane Does of the world. The people like you and me and Mr. Gujjar.
Loving people still exist in this world everywhere and Patriots exist worldwide too. In fact, thanks to Donald Trump, the word "Patriot" has recently been redefined.
How did President Trump win in 2016?
How will he win again on Tuesday, November 3rd?
It's not rocket science. He whistle-stops. In 2016 aboard his private jet. In 2020, via Air Force One.
Whistle-stopping is as old as the hills. Historians trace it back to the campaign-by-train of William Henry Harrison in 1836. But my favorite whistle-stopper was a Democratic president whom I greatly admire, Harry S. Truman.
In 1948, Harry Truman, wife Bess and daughter Margaret traveled 31,000 miles and delivered 356 speeches from the caboose of their train, the Ferdinand Magellan.
As always, Hollywood director Frank Capra explained whistle-stopping best in his 1941 movie, Meet John Doe. In the movie, actor Gary Cooper (as John Doe) takes to the rails like Trump (by private jet!) to bring a message of hope to America. As Cooper travels from one rally to another, he ponders on why people come to see him speak?
Leftists Declare Pedo Hunter Biden's Laptop a Nothinburger and Advise "Love" To "Deal With" Nazi-like Trump Supporters
Twenty-four hours hadn't elapsed after pedo Hunter Biden's laptop hit the headlines, and the Leftists were already scoffing, "Nice try. Nothing to see here. Great big nothingburger. Failed again, MAGA idiots. What else ya got?". And this from the party of #metoo, all women should be believed. Uh-huh.
To further my angst, I awoke this morning to Medium's daily email promoting an article titled A Radical Proposal for Dealing with Trump Supporters After Biden Wins.
Hey, my MAGA buddies! How do you like needing to be dealt with?
Not so much, eh. I like it just about as much as Grinch Newsom's "no singing" rule for Thanksgiving, Christmas and church!
What The Heck!? Trying To Understand Biden/Harris' Supporters Reasons and Logic
In 1953, the House Un-American Activities Committee unearthed a disturbing fact: Lucille Ball was a member of the Communist Party. This revelation came only two years into the I Love Lucy phenomenon that besotted Americans simply called "The Show." Now the future of The Show and Lucille Ball's hard-won career hung by a thread.
As it turns out, Lucy was no more Communist than you or I. As a young woman, she'd signed a Communist Party card to please her beloved grandfather who became a Communist after he lost his entire life's savings in a court battle after a freak accident left a neighbor child paralyzed. It was enough for the FBI to keep a file on her.
Still, The Show must go on. Desi Arnaz handled the situation beautifully. In the first I Love Lucy episode taped after Lucy's Communist link hit the headlines, he introduced her to the studio audience as, "And the only thing red about her is her hair, and that isn't even real." Lucy ran out on stage and bowed, ran to the other side of the stage and bowed. There was thunderous applause and Americans love Lucy to this day.
So why did I tell you that story?
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.
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.
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